<?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-3595056790314167436</id><updated>2012-01-29T23:14:17.869+08:00</updated><category term='Personal'/><category term='Reality'/><category term='graduation'/><category term='English post'/><category term='Pathetic'/><category term='books'/><category term='Hot guys'/><category term='Gifts'/><category term='tagged'/><category term='boys'/><category term='Harry Potter'/><category term='Getaway'/><category term='heartaches'/><category term='horror'/><category term='High school'/><category term='Manny Pacqiao'/><category term='home'/><category term='Katy Perry'/><category term='announcement'/><category term='summer'/><category term='College'/><category term='Food Trip'/><category term='Enrollment'/><category term='online life'/><category term='Sister'/><category term='Sentiments'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Randomness'/><category term='Obama'/><category term='Movie Marathon'/><category term='Writing'/><category term='Ms. Fitrum'/><category term='myself'/><category term='promise'/><category term='useless'/><category term='Elections 2010'/><category term='Love Letter'/><category term='comments'/><category term='college life'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='friends'/><category term='School'/><category term='Schedule'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='Updates'/><category term='(500) Days of Summer'/><category term='Daily'/><category term='Current Events'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Boring'/><category term='Extra-Curricular Activities'/><category term='back to life'/><category term='Tumblr'/><category term='Problems'/><category term='Tagalog post'/><category term='randpm thoughts'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='Love Life'/><category term='Bonding'/><category term='letter'/><category term='Family bonday'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Beach'/><category term='Kilig'/><category term='weekdays'/><category term='feature'/><category term='Intrams'/><category term='Blessed'/><category term='David Archuleta'/><category term='Life Stories'/><category term='Love'/><category term='weekly'/><category term='CAT'/><category term='saturday'/><category term='wowowee'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='questions'/><title type='text'>Chasing Dreams &amp; Butterflies</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-5391885169345901947</id><published>2010-10-12T11:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T11:59:44.541+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality'/><title type='text'>Dusting it Off</title><content type='html'>Last night (or a few hours ago) wasn’t really a good time for me. I am having a hard time handling accusations of other people. As a leader, it really hurts to hear people, whom you serve, not like what you’re doing or your decisions. I was crying the whole time when I decided to message one person I know who would always make me feel better, Ate Jen, she’s in London right now, excelling in her chosen career. She is like an older sister to me and she told me these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friends who you know for a long time do not necessarily mean they are your best. There are people who you get to know only for an instant but they will be there forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is during hard times when not only your real friends are revealed but also those you didn’t know you had. One thing I am very thankful for because of my experience is that I got to find and keep friends that before I never thought existed. New friendships blossom through tough moments…and these will be the loyal ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running away is not the answer. If you don’t solve a problem it will follow you wherever you go. Even in places where people don’t know you. Face it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes life is tough and some hateful people will always be around. But it only takes your belief in yourself and the strength that the people who love you give you to stand up to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now , my darling, cry it out, scream, dust yourself off and get back in the game. The world is yours to conquer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like Ate Jen gives me hope. In this world where people always bring someone else down, it feels to nice to have someone, who is not even your relative, to say these things to you. Words that may seem empty to others but everything to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Ate Jen. You will always be my inspiration. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-5391885169345901947?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/5391885169345901947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=5391885169345901947&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/5391885169345901947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/5391885169345901947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2010/10/dusting-it-off.html' title='Dusting it Off'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-2345448476214770239</id><published>2010-08-04T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T21:05:14.850+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extra-Curricular Activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentiments'/><title type='text'>Giving Them What They Want</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/TFlkeLMrAVI/AAAAAAAAAL0/aPwlU69L1nE/s1600/Wedding+Dash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/TFlkeLMrAVI/AAAAAAAAAL0/aPwlU69L1nE/s400/Wedding+Dash.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501538889374564690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I recently got addicted to the game Wedding Dash: Aim to love. That’s the third installment to the game. I first the first installment when I was in first year where I had the luxury of time- I can play all day. Looking at myself now, I’m in my third year in college and I juggle in my hands the College of Mass Communication, the Weekly Sillimanian, the Corps of Campus Ambassadors plus the towering requirements of my News Editing, Feature Writing and Literature classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to Wedding Dash (or you may be more familiar with Flo’s Diner Dash) you will organize a wedding then you serve the guests. For example, you seat them in a table they prefer, you give them the food they want and you all have to do it, all by yourself with the help of some upgrades that you can avail with the credits you earn. It’s a game of time management and prioritizing because sometimes, there may be two people who wants the same seat and what you have to do is compromise or learn how to give them something that they may also like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that my life like now is a real life Wedding Dash game where I have to juggle what everyone wants or I end up being hated by everyone (just like in wedding dash, when you don’t give what they want your points will be subtracted). My life today is a game of prioritizing things and dividing my time to be able to accommodate everything. A game where I have to please people whom I serve or they all end up posting hurtful status updates in Facebook (which happened a lot of times already). At the end of the day, just like the character in Wedding Dash (whether the wedding is successful or not) I have to remain humble and just do better next time. I have to keep all of these sentiments to myself and just accept all the bad things that people say about me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-2345448476214770239?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/2345448476214770239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=2345448476214770239&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/2345448476214770239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/2345448476214770239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2010/08/giving-them-what-they-want.html' title='Giving Them What They Want'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/TFlkeLMrAVI/AAAAAAAAAL0/aPwlU69L1nE/s72-c/Wedding+Dash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-5776030405089315081</id><published>2010-07-09T07:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T07:38:57.427+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>Marina Clinic Reflection</title><content type='html'>Some people say I look 2 years older than may age. At first, I was, well, devastated, I mean, duh. Anyways, I just realized that I don’t care about how I look anymore, I’ve met wonderful people because of my profession and I don’t care if it makes me look too old to be so interested in things I do that I forget to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very privileged to be able to be given the opportunity to meet wonderful people who, like me, want to change lives of the people in their community. I am so lucky that despite the fact that I can’t afford to donate money (like rich people do) I can still help and make a difference without spending a penny… well the fare maybe but that’s much much much lesser, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in my assignment for Silliman on Air, my laboratory of my broadcasting communication class, I met a Dr. Amor from Marina clinic, a part of the extension program of my school where the clinic helps the people in the community not only recover from sickness but helps them be well in every aspect of their life. Like for example, the clinic also help their patients in their livelihood, in their family problems. It feels so good that in a world where people only think of their selves there are still a few who choose to help the community for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life maybe sometimes cruel to all of us, to our country but people like Dr. Amor, volunteers at that clinic keeps my dream of a better world alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note: I’m not good at feature articles ok? :P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-5776030405089315081?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/5776030405089315081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=5776030405089315081&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/5776030405089315081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/5776030405089315081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2010/07/marina-clinic-reflection.html' title='Marina Clinic Reflection'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-2639077203484387544</id><published>2010-05-26T21:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T21:13:19.303+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family bonday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food Trip'/><title type='text'>A Day in My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h29/precious_3r/foodtrip.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went bonding today! After hours of welcoming and collecting fees from the incoming MassCom freshies, we went to Panda to get some ice cream! I insisted my sister should get the fried ice cream thing but she didn’t want to so she had the cookies and cream thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the picture: (1) My sister eating everything, including our food! (2) The earthquake cookies and cream thing (3) My ice cream cake, I wonder how they made that thing it was cake-y but it’s ice cream. (4) Treasure Mountain which we thought would be a good pick me upper after a break-up or a long exam, you have to eat it while listening to Miley Cyrus’s The Climb though and yeah it has Leche Flan inside! I think the Leche Flan is the ‘treasure’ haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun bonding with my good friend Iresse (our Ms. MassCom who had to run to the oval after eating to burn the calories) and my sister, she loves ice cream too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h29/precious_3r/bookworms.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating too much at Panda my sister and I went to the mall para magpahangin and then we found ourselves inside Booksale where we bought 2 new babies. Writing from the Body by John Lee for me because I need it as a Mass Communication student and the thriller novel Into the Garden by V.C. Andrews for my sister.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-2639077203484387544?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/2639077203484387544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=2639077203484387544&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/2639077203484387544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/2639077203484387544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-in-my-life.html' title='A Day in My Life'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-6907653042670822448</id><published>2010-05-20T16:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T17:08:55.424+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Stories'/><title type='text'>Surviving</title><content type='html'>Summer is almost over and I really am excited to go back to school. This will be one exciting school year because I will be leading the whole College of Mass Communication as President and as Vice-Chairperson of the Corps of Campus Ambassadors. Aside from all the extra-curricular activities, this school year will be one big challenge for me and my whole family. My father's eye treatment is far from over and our business just closed. My younger sister and I have to learn how to save money and just be contented by what we have.&lt;br /&gt;I still have 2 more years left in college and I don't need money to enjoy it. I will always have my friends and my family with me, I'm still privileged that I get to study in a university like Silliman. I will always look at the bright side of everything, I know I can get through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless us. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-6907653042670822448?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/6907653042670822448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=6907653042670822448&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/6907653042670822448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/6907653042670822448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2010/05/surviving.html' title='Surviving'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-1887670451530170920</id><published>2010-05-16T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T23:05:22.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>The Missing Piece</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h29/precious_3r/Jayfel.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can’t believe that he’s gone. I miss him so much. That’s the last picture that we had together. We were bonding the whole afternoon then, he loves to go window shopping with me and we treat each other out, whoever has the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was murdered last January because he’s gay. I don’t believe it though, I believe anyone could be murdered that night, regardless of their gender. Until now, the police wasn’t able to identify the murderer and I don’t know how to react. I’d like to believe that God has a special reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, you know that and I miss you so much. Words are not enough to tell you how thankful I am to have met you and spent time with you. I promise to be always here for your family in case they need anything. We love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-1887670451530170920?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/1887670451530170920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=1887670451530170920&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/1887670451530170920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/1887670451530170920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2010/05/missing-piece.html' title='The Missing Piece'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-4833664078312823475</id><published>2010-05-15T23:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T21:18:43.632+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elections 2010'/><title type='text'>Painting the country RED</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h29/precious_3r/Gordonsstatement.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my entire life, I’ve never been THIS involved to Politics, I cared but I never really made a move not until I had my Communication 21 subject where I have to research the presidential candidates and their platforms. My grade depended on that paper so I never slept for days just to know every presidential candidate (including Jamby Madrigal). I was not pro-Gordon then, I was for Villar but when I read his plans, his hopes and his achievements I thought that he is the best president for our country. The next day I discussed it with my friends and we decided that we should make a Sillimanians for Dick Gordon page on FB and it all started there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not ashamed to say that I am crying as I am typing this post, I did my best to convince and to campaign for Gordon, I believed in him. Now that it is all over (and I found out that I was the only one who voted for Gordon in my precinct) I realized that it is the majority of the Filipinos who wants Aquino as President and I have nothing against that. I hope that he’ll do his best now that he is almost president. I hope and pray that the majority of the registered voters of this country made the right decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-4833664078312823475?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/4833664078312823475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=4833664078312823475&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/4833664078312823475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/4833664078312823475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2010/05/hopeless.html' title='Painting the country RED'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-1684748666229359287</id><published>2010-04-04T22:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T22:02:00.826+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(500) Days of Summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>(500) Days of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h29/precious_3r/summer-1.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope some of you watched this movie [500 Days of Summer], if you weren't able to, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;you have to&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone can relate to this movie, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;even your parents&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Remember how we all hated her [woman in the picture]? How she broke Tom’s heart and we all cried thinking that if we have a “Tom” in our lives we will never even try to hurt him. Well, this is just a thought, aren’t we someone else’s Summer too? We all broke someone else’s heart and whether we like (or not) to love them back, we just can’t and I guess that’s life…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get me wrong, I hated Summer too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥precious grace&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-1684748666229359287?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/1684748666229359287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=1684748666229359287&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/1684748666229359287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/1684748666229359287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-hope-some-of-you-watched-this-movie.html' title='(500) Days of Summer'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-7340886417528662124</id><published>2010-03-14T22:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:13:23.769+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>Before 'Summer Sunshine'</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h29/precious_3r/summer.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a Sunday, tomorrow's Monday, the start of finals week and I have exams tomorrow but here I am writing this while talking to my mom over the phone, I don't wanna study but I wanna learn. I know, I'm pathetic, maybe because my heart's broken. Lol. Emo much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I was chosen to be one of the Philippines' delegates to the International Students Festival to be held in Germany. I know, I'm so blessed. I will also be at Ateneo this Summer, to represent Silliman to the Future Leaders of Asia Forum, talk about an exciting Summer. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really pray that Hell Week A.K.A. Finals Exam week would be over soon because I really want to read my books and cover them and be with my bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, after all the confusions and stress, I'm still thankful that my parents can send me to one of the best schools in the Philippines and that I can eat three times a day, thank you Lord...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...if only I have a boyfriend. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥precious grace&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-7340886417528662124?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/7340886417528662124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=7340886417528662124&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/7340886417528662124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/7340886417528662124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2010/03/before-summer-sunshine.html' title='Before &apos;Summer Sunshine&apos;'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-7424104165839629108</id><published>2010-03-09T22:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T12:04:01.062+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Letter'/><title type='text'>A Love Letter</title><content type='html'>The concept of the whole thing is inspired by our organization's Love Letter Writing Contest last month, the content is all original though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear You,&lt;br /&gt;First of all, let me tell that I miss you and that even you're right beside me I still miss you, 'cause I'm OA like that but you like it when I'm OA and I don't even know why.&lt;br /&gt;I know you will not read this but I'm still hoping I am that ex girlfriend that you're talking about in your blog. Hoping- that's it, we're always hoping that things will work between us without even working in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;Things have changed since that day that we chose to part ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to call what I feel though, maybe it's love, maybe it isn't... Only time will tell. I miss you.  :|&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-7424104165839629108?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/7424104165839629108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=7424104165839629108&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/7424104165839629108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/7424104165839629108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-you-first-of-all-let-me-tell-that.html' title='A Love Letter'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-5909217505547468896</id><published>2010-03-09T21:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T22:10:46.307+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><title type='text'>The Complicated Life</title><content type='html'>I went back into blogging because of a certain person.&lt;br /&gt;Going back, I think I have the right to share what I've been doing lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently won as the College of Mass Communication President, after all the drama, I won, which I didn't expect really, considering that I'm still in my second year. Oh well everything happens for a reason and God made me won for a special purpose(don't get me wrong, I'm happy I won).&lt;br /&gt;I've also been working at the Office of Information and Publication Office, the university hired me which makes me a lot busier now, but no biggie, I love my job, too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, Summer is almost here! I'm so excited and I'm still waiting for my Japan letter, I'll be going to Ateneo too, for a conference (FLAF- Future Leaders of Asia Forum, which reminds me to fill out the application form) and I'm quite excited because it will be my first time to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of things going on to my mind right now.&lt;br /&gt;My life have been complicated for two years now, how I wish my life would go back to its simplicity just like when I was in high school, oh well- I know the real world will be more difficult. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;God bless you and me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥precious grace&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-5909217505547468896?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/5909217505547468896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=5909217505547468896&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/5909217505547468896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/5909217505547468896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2010/03/complicated-life.html' title='The Complicated Life'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-720290830193220384</id><published>2010-01-20T19:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T20:14:14.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>The Greedy Guts</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h29/precious_3r/CafeEvada-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures taken by my camera phone was captured last Monday, a few hours before my Biology exam when my friends and I decided that we should study together in Cafe Evada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Waffles with chocolate and straberry syrup with vanilla ice cream on top.&lt;br /&gt;2- Ditto but closer.&lt;br /&gt;3- My friend's spaghetti Bolognese, I know it isn't my order but I tasted it anyway, the best. It tastes good!&lt;br /&gt;4- Is it just me or it looks like worms? LOL. it tastes good anyway. my Korean friend ordered that and as usual, I tasted it. I wonder why I don;t get fat. :|&lt;br /&gt;5- The packaging of what my friend ordered. Korean instant spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;6- Cafe Evada is actually a hub of a lot of Korean students in school that's why they sell Kimchi! It tastes nice it's too spicy for me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say that why didn't use 100 % of our time studying there. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. ask me at my formspring (found at the right side of the screen) and leave me a comment found at the end of this post. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥precious grace&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-720290830193220384?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/720290830193220384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=720290830193220384&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/720290830193220384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/720290830193220384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2010/01/pictures-taken-by-my-camera-phone-was.html' title='The Greedy Guts'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-3312472794434782616</id><published>2010-01-08T03:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T06:47:39.373+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Leveling Up!</title><content type='html'>Time check: 03:31 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a Tumblr addict but I'm controlling myself now, I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; I'm almost cured. I just finished watching my fave Harry Potter movie (Goblet of Fire) and I'm crying like a little baby because I love Harry Potter so much, like since, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually not here to talk about Harry, so I was browsing and I'm bored and I still can't sleep when I decided to visit my almost dying blog and I found a comment which made my heart leap a beat. I've always loved writing but I am also aware that I am not that good but I believe that everything can be learned and that writing is a way of expressing yourself that's why this blog is here.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so happy even though I know when I wake up at 6:30 earlier I'd have puffy eyes with big black circles. LOL. Here's the screenshot,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h29/precious_3r/blogcomment.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless you whoever you are who wastes your time to read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Follow me at &lt;a href="http://thequeenofbabble.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt; and tell or ask me anything at my &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/princessngaako"&gt;formspring.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥precious grace&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-3312472794434782616?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/3312472794434782616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=3312472794434782616&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/3312472794434782616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/3312472794434782616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2010/01/leveling-up.html' title='Leveling Up!'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-523426549398647308</id><published>2009-12-29T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:09:51.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tumblr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Pfft.</title><content type='html'>I've been Tumblr addict lately so I wasn't really able to visit some blogs. Sorry. So here are some stuffs I made for &lt;a href="http://http://princessngaako.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h29/precious_3r/box.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I'm not in the mood to write, my post ends here. BTW, mom gave me hotflops (the brand) pink slippers her after-Christmas-slash-pahabol gift for me. I love her. *will post picture next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Ask or tell me anything at &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/princessngaako"&gt;formspring.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S.&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS YOU. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥precious grace&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-523426549398647308?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/523426549398647308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=523426549398647308&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/523426549398647308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/523426549398647308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2009/12/pfft.html' title='Pfft.'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-5437925365381627652</id><published>2009-12-22T19:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T20:09:01.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Problems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>A Poignant Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h29/precious_3r/xmastree.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I just feel like I really have to post our Christmas tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had this "happy holidays" post last night and I did a picture of me and my sister with our Christmas tree and all but I blew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. I'm tired of my life. I mean, I'm not supposed to feel like this since it would be Christmas soon but I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been seeing my mom face all the problems and I'm tired of being a burden to her. I see my sister not having what she wants or not being able to join workshops because we don't have money to pay for it makes me tired. I don't know. Sometimes I ask God if this is all part of His plan because it makes me sick. When will I be able to wake up and just smile and be happy because I don't have to think of that bouncing check I gave to my school last semester?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always think I'm happy, well, surprise, I am not but I am trying to be.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want this post to be negative you know, I just want to write what I really feel. Two more years and I will be graduating and hopefully working. I wanna help my mother and just, you know, go shopping with her. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GOD BLESS YOU &amp; MERRY CHRISTMAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by the way, please do follow me on Tumblr, &lt;a href="http://princessngaako.tumblr.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and yeah, ask me or tell me anything at Formspring, &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/princessngaako"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥precious grace&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-5437925365381627652?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/5437925365381627652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=5437925365381627652&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/5437925365381627652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/5437925365381627652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2009/12/poignant-christmas.html' title='A Poignant Christmas'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-9191376196113485624</id><published>2009-12-10T23:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T23:39:02.081+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Before I turn eighteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SyEV2W3f0KI/AAAAAAAAAKs/mEqVrNWLsTs/s1600-h/balloons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 155px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SyEV2W3f0KI/AAAAAAAAAKs/mEqVrNWLsTs/s400/balloons.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413632250671517858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be having a big party on my 18th birthday next year (February) because I hate celebrating when at some parts of the world people are dying of hunger. Anyways, I want to ask suggestions from you guys on activities or stuffs that I should do before I turn 18. Just leave a comment! Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, &lt;a href="http://princessngaako.tumblr.com"&gt;My Tumblr.&lt;/a&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥precious grace&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-9191376196113485624?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/9191376196113485624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=9191376196113485624&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/9191376196113485624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/9191376196113485624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2009/12/before-i-turn-eighteen.html' title='Before I turn eighteen'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SyEV2W3f0KI/AAAAAAAAAKs/mEqVrNWLsTs/s72-c/balloons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-4786037355114573322</id><published>2009-12-05T23:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T16:25:38.589+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>3RD YEAR</title><content type='html'>So I was thinking of what to blog for almost a week now and I'm failing until I saw the date today, the 5th of December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h29/precious_3r/6333_1203836934520_1186516814_61-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;he gave this to me during our first anniversary.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dear reader,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still remember your first love? The one that made your heart skip a beat, the love that made you disobey Mom and Dad's golden rule (to not to have a boyfriend until college graduation), the love that made you stay up until midnight writing his name at the back of your Geometry notebook? I found that love and I lost it.&lt;br /&gt;I am the kind of person that babble's a lot but my love life. Not everyone knows how much I love him and regret it that I lost him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly 3 years and a few days from now I met him, well not really. I didn't know that was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;. I was so bored during the Regional Schools Press Conference in Ilo-ilo City that I randomly dialed phone numbers at the hotel and yeah, I dialed the number at his room, he gave his number and agreed to meet up. Unfortunately I don't have my voice that time so I pushed my friend to meet up with him and after that I was like, "How was he? Good looking? Do I have to regret that I didn't go with you?" and she was like, "Nah! He was ok but you'd probably not like him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's it, end of conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the competition we went home and that's when he started texting me and I was like, "Ugh, freak!" not until I fell in-love with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know reader, I'm a freak too, falling in-love with someone via text and all but I am not ashamed of it. Not a bit. I love him. He met my mom, some of my family members and my sister adore's him. I'm sorry for my self that it ended up like this&lt;br /&gt;And since this post is getting longer, I don't want to talk why we broke up, It's one of my biggest mistake, I tried to find someone else, because I just wanted to experience what it is like to have "other" boyfriends. I know, I'm pathetic but hey! You don't know how hard it was when I told what I did when I can just keep it and live our lives. Maybe if I didn't tell him we're still together right now but I don't want to lie to the man I love and so I told him.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend told me that I was being "mellow dramatic" (Yes, he spelled it that way) but then who cares? For once for this year, let me babble to the world what I really feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;To my first love,&lt;br /&gt;I still love you. i'm sorry it didn't work out. I hope to still be with you someday. After college grad I guess. Just please take care&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun lang, will stop being "mellow dramatic" now. I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; sadden you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before this post ends let me leave you a quote that left me LOL-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If you can live forever, hindi ka ba mababagot?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;got this from Banana Split's "trailer" for their Twilight spoof. I'm so excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;GOD BLESS YOU, YOUR BLOG AND YOUR LOVED ONES&lt;/B&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥precious grace&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-4786037355114573322?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/4786037355114573322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=4786037355114573322&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/4786037355114573322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/4786037355114573322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2009/12/3rd-year.html' title='3RD YEAR'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-1092453488812502919</id><published>2009-11-21T00:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T16:48:14.000+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Breather</title><content type='html'>I am always too tired to blog but a lot of interesting things has been happening in my life lately and I &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt; to babble it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, I, together with some of my KabSi's (&lt;b&gt;Kab&lt;/b&gt;abayang &lt;b&gt;Si&lt;/b&gt;llimanian) went to APO Island via Jet Ski!&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun, APO Island is heaven, the clear waters, the stones, everything. It's like paradise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;LIST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FRIDAY the 13th&lt;/span&gt; - I slept early because I was so tired. i didn't even have enough energy to Facebook. Around 11 pm, Moi texted me to tell me that we're going to go to APO Island tomorrow, unfortunately, I wasn't able to read it because I was at dreamland that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SATURDAY the 14th&lt;/span&gt; - Woke up early because someone texted and my phone's vibrating like crazy, I was scanning all the names of the people who texted me when I noticed Moi's text and that's when I read it, we're going to APO Island! I immediately prepared. I was so excited because I've never been to Apo for one, and it will also be my first time to ride a Jet Ski!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I'm not that good with words, let me show you the pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h29/precious_3r/15949_1284378306648_1145838094_3093.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h29/precious_3r/15949_1284378346649_1145838094_3093.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We have two jet ski's with us (courtesy of Kuya Bimi and friends) that will bring us to paradise. I didn't know what to expect since it was my first time. I was so excited that i didn't notice that the sea is not calm that day. I almost fell! It was a good thing they told us to leave everything at the car because I was soaking wet when I arrived the island. Good thing I didn't bring my phone or that newspaper I bought earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h29/precious_3r/15949_1284396547104_1145838094_3093.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The green waters is so clear that you can see the sand even at the middle of the sea. the big stones that seemed to welcome us as we approach the island. The whole experience was something new to me... I was so scared because I can't swim and when we were nearing, kuya Kenneth told me to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Jump and you will float! You have a vest!" &lt;/span&gt;I was so scared but I did it, and yeah, I did float (duh).&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun with the guys and we have to hurry up because our organization will have its first general assembly that night (6pm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h29/precious_3r/15949_1284451548479_1145838094_3093.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I used &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;too much&lt;/span&gt; exclamation points, i just can't contain my excitement. LOL. I still can't get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S.&lt;br /&gt;MORE PICS!&lt;br /&gt;I talked about green waters and stuffs without showing pics, so here's IT. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h29/precious_3r/APO-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥precious grace&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-1092453488812502919?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/1092453488812502919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=1092453488812502919&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/1092453488812502919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/1092453488812502919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2009/11/breather.html' title='Breather'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-6211859355605670120</id><published>2009-11-13T12:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T12:56:20.350+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manny Pacqiao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality'/><title type='text'>The Legend</title><content type='html'>I don't know what got into me but I just felt like I have to blog today. I have to blog something informative so here I am again, looking for Manny Pacquiao's picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SvzmljAqAII/AAAAAAAAAKk/ES-hSd1SbTE/s1600-h/manny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 188px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SvzmljAqAII/AAAAAAAAAKk/ES-hSd1SbTE/s320/manny.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403447185665294466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't like Manny, I like it when he wins though. He makes me proud.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like his mother too, I thought she was so cheap and a socialite wannabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not until I read this month's issue of Time magazine. Our teacher in our Developmental Writing class wants us to analyze the story and somehow get to know better one of the most interesting Filipinos of our generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading the first paragraph when I predicted that there's more in store for me. The story was very well written, by the way, the title of the article is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"The Meaning of Manny"&lt;/span&gt; and their were questions like, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;'is there more for him in politics'&lt;/span&gt;. The quotations are so nice, Freddie Roach was also mentioned, Chavit Singson, Manny's sister and of course the ever famous Mommy D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading the article, my perspective about Manny changed.&lt;br /&gt;Manny is the face of all the OFW workers out there.&lt;br /&gt;Manny is the face of all the Filipinos who worked hard to feed their family.&lt;br /&gt;Manny is the mirror of the simple Filipinos who had dreams and wanted to follow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we'd all like be Manny... be successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥precious grace&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-6211859355605670120?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/6211859355605670120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=6211859355605670120&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/6211859355605670120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/6211859355605670120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2009/11/legend.html' title='The Legend'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SvzmljAqAII/AAAAAAAAAKk/ES-hSd1SbTE/s72-c/manny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-6529481202228909160</id><published>2009-11-11T18:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T07:51:39.992+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessed'/><title type='text'>Grateful</title><content type='html'>So I had millions of ideas earlier for a blog post and they're now all gone. Maybe they went with my crush in my last subject today (Religion, 5-6 PM). LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I am now enlightened, I can now remember stuffs! I'm so happy! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;seriously, I'm happy now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hoping&lt;/span&gt; to go to Japan early next year for the JENYSYS Program (10-day visit Japan Program) to learn about their culture and of course, introduce ours to them. Please pray that I'd be able to pass all the requirements on time (especially my passport, I hope it won't take too long because this is my first time to apply for one). So here's to hoping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing concerning my post last November 4 (&lt;a href="http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-again.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;). One reasons why I was depressed was shown on my post and the other thing is the fact that my teacher told me that I almost failed my major subject (News Writing). I was so depressed that I was thinking into shifting to another course because I felt like MassCom is not for me (but I really love MassCom) then last Monday, I talked to my teacher and she told me that the reason why I had a low grade is because she lost my essay on News writing Ethics, she found it and guess what? I had very good grades! Oh my. I'm so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank everyone who are really really nice, those who gave advices and stuffs. I love you. I am so inspired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I go attend that meaning, I want to share a very inspiring quote. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h29/precious_3r/tumblr_ksgyi4eeFF1qangrlo1_500.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IN ENGLISH: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Always remember where you came from.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just because someone's asking me to translate it. LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;God bless you people and thank you for reading this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥precious grace&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-6529481202228909160?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/6529481202228909160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=6529481202228909160&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/6529481202228909160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/6529481202228909160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2009/11/grateful.html' title='Grateful'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-5074023893390474098</id><published>2009-11-07T10:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T13:40:05.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality'/><title type='text'>The Truth</title><content type='html'>So I was thinking what to write when I saw a very disturbing picture that I want to share with everyone because I want the world to hear my little voice. I hope you don't mind seeing this picture, but then again, we have to face reality to be able to conquer it, please spread the word about this issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SvTsA1srL2I/AAAAAAAAAKc/v8tgEgyl4eg/s1600-h/15945_1198944946627_1618622268_527459_7729954_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SvTsA1srL2I/AAAAAAAAAKc/v8tgEgyl4eg/s320/15945_1198944946627_1618622268_527459_7729954_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401201352282681186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NEGLECTED AND NOW DEAD.&lt;/span&gt; Neljun Bustamante was a burn victim and a mental case. Doctors say 34 percent of his body was burned when he was electrocuted at the Ceneco substation in Bacolod City. He was not immediately attended to by staff at the WVRH. This photo shows Bustamante at the hallway of the Radiology Department Building where he was practically unattended. Bustamante eventually climbed over the fence of the WVRH and waded through a dirty creek. A WVRH doctor said he died yesterday of renal failure and sepsis. Amid allegations that service is poor at the WVRH, the case of Bustamante again raises questions over the quality of health services in the Philippines. Could he have lived if he was immediately attended to? Photo by Julius D. Mariveles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that this would raise awareness among us and also catch the attention of our government that only God-knows-what they're doing with our taxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I would like to thank everyone for supporting me in my last post. It means so much to me guys. When I'm sad all I'd do is think about what you all said, people that I haven't even met are supporting me and that's all I need to keep going. And lastly, I'd like to share what Iya V. said in her tweet that made me her fan,&lt;blockquote&gt; sometimes we forget its the Lord we're serving. Remembering this makes it easier to work from the heart, and you do good effortlessly.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;GOD BLESS EVERYONE! Keep on praying for our country.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥precious grace&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-5074023893390474098?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/5074023893390474098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=5074023893390474098&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/5074023893390474098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/5074023893390474098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2009/11/truth.html' title='The Truth'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SvTsA1srL2I/AAAAAAAAAKc/v8tgEgyl4eg/s72-c/15945_1198944946627_1618622268_527459_7729954_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-1536234437782912704</id><published>2009-11-04T09:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T13:18:57.910+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><title type='text'>Not Again</title><content type='html'>I don't know where to write this, I don't know whom to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;I can't talk to my mom because I failed her, not to my sister, she's 13 and definitely not to my father. My friends aren't here and I'm not in the mood to talk to them too.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so pathetic. once again, I failed everyone, especially myself. Stupid Bio! If I just had a higher grade I would've had my scholarship back. I already accepted the fact that I won't be marching on Honor's day because my grades weren't that outstanding last semester but I promised myself I'd get my scholarship back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only God knows what I did wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Was that because of my partying during Saturday nights?&lt;br /&gt;Is it because of my extra-curricular activities?&lt;br /&gt;Was it because my classes starts too early?&lt;br /&gt;What did I do wrong to deserve this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to talk to my Biology teacher. I need to.&lt;br /&gt;I desperately want to end my life right now, (which is more pathetic than not qualifying for scholarship). I felt like everything that I've worked hard for is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord God help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥precious grace&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-1536234437782912704?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/1536234437782912704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=1536234437782912704&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/1536234437782912704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/1536234437782912704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-again.html' title='Not Again'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-8513129109413086778</id><published>2009-11-03T10:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T10:31:01.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>First Day High</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;GOOD MORNING SUNSHINE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank everyone who have been visiting my blog (and you too who's reading this right now). I'm not anyone so it means so much that people are caring what I blog. So, &lt;i&gt;thank you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Semester at &lt;a href="http://su.edu.ph"&gt;Silliman University&lt;/a&gt; starts today and I'm still here at home (Silliman U is a 5-hour land trip from home), my parents are supportive of my one week extended sembreak. I'm so proud of them, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really.&lt;/span&gt; LOL.&lt;br /&gt;So I changed my since-high-school-username &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;princessngaako&lt;/span&gt; to my real name, precious grace. I don't know what got into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually don't have anything interesting to share today (except the fact that my boyfriend left me without saying a word) -but i don't want to discuss that, the hell with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end this post, I would like to share something that made me laugh last night. Got it from Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h29/precious_3r/15943_1053046383824_1755747264_1130.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥precious grace&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-8513129109413086778?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/8513129109413086778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=8513129109413086778&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/8513129109413086778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/8513129109413086778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-morning-sunshine-i-would-like-to.html' title='First Day High'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-3059918868716462112</id><published>2009-11-01T23:54:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T10:17:24.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Ha-Ha-Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face = Verdana&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been (and still is) bored to death and because of that I surfed the net nonstop. I've been blog hopping, &lt;a href="http://lunaticforum.net"&gt;forum-ing&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/princessngaako"&gt;tweet-ing&lt;/a&gt;, blogging, &lt;a href="http://http://www.facebook.com/david.archie.is.love"&gt;facebook-ing&lt;/a&gt; and doing stuffs at &lt;a href="http://candymag.com"&gt;Candy Mag's website.&lt;/a&gt; That's my Halloween! I know I'm pathetic but before I end my day and doze off to lalaland, I would like to share the funniest pictures that I saw today, which I hope, will make you laugh, or at least make your lips just twitch a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size= 1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h29/precious_3r/15145_1102661301489_1675412566_2-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;this one is really funny (maybe because I love Harry)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h29/precious_3r/14543_1227846185634_1513466187_6126.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wasn't able to find &lt;b&gt;any&lt;/b&gt; dolphins. LOL.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face= verdana&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT AND GOD BLESS!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥precious grace&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-3059918868716462112?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/3059918868716462112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=3059918868716462112&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/3059918868716462112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/3059918868716462112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2009/11/ha-ha-halloween.html' title='Ha-Ha-Halloween!'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-736101431552136931</id><published>2009-11-01T14:02:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T13:20:32.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Dear John</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r0fq5dd0C60&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r0fq5dd0C60&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face = verdana&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DEAR JOHN TRAILER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm so psyched! Channing Tatum is so hot and it will be showing on my birthday month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*inhales, exhales*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;my birthday month is February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥precious grace&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-736101431552136931?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/736101431552136931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=736101431552136931&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/736101431552136931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/736101431552136931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-john.html' title='Dear John'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-3049594927099087597</id><published>2009-10-31T10:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T22:44:22.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Cockroaches</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face= verdana&gt;A friend and I have been talking about cockroaches lately (I know, what a peculiar topic) and because of my randomness, I want to talk about them today. Am gonna write about my mortal enemy that makes me want to end my life just by the sight of them.&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember whom but someone told me that at the beginning of time, cockroaches are clean, just like our favorite pets, not like what they are now - not until the human race, us, crowded  the planet Earth and destroyed the forests to build subdivisions, skyscrapers and yeah, our beloved SM's. So basically, it's us that made cockroaches dirty -the ironies of life.&lt;br /&gt;Writing about this made me remember a very scary and funny encounter with cockroaches. I was up late that night, I was about to sleep when a cockroach came to visit me in my room. I tried to kill it with my bedroom slippers, it immobilized it for a almost a minute then it started moving again. The little creature wasn't afraid of me! Very very creepy. I was scrambling for Baygon then, but unfortunately, we ran out of Baygon and because I was so desperate to kill the creature, I poured alcohol over the thing expecting to kill all the germs in it and I was hoping it will die together with germs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviosuly, It didn't die - not until my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;younger&lt;/span&gt; sister killed it with her slippers. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥princessngaako&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-3049594927099087597?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/3049594927099087597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=3049594927099087597&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/3049594927099087597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/3049594927099087597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2009/10/cockroaches.html' title='Cockroaches'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-1627628373779339304</id><published>2009-10-09T08:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T18:16:14.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randpm thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><title type='text'>the Empty Canvas</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face = verdana&gt;They say that every artist’s fear is an empty canvas; I believe writers fear that too, an empty paper or an empty word document. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been staring at my empty word document for hours now, I guess it was days already when I decided that I have to write something or I’ll be dead meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have a few hours before my deadline and I also don’t know why I am still writing this nonsense, truth is, I’m hoping that out of the blue, the inspiration would come (no offense B, I like your story but am really just lost) yes lost, that’s the word, anyway, B is my topic for my personality profile article, I should consider myself lucky, because the other section was asked to write 4 pages of it, our section you ask, she didn’t set us anything, just pass the thing and you’re off to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s it, my randomness, good morning by the way. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥princessngaako&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-1627628373779339304?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/1627628373779339304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=1627628373779339304&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/1627628373779339304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/1627628373779339304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2009/10/empty-canvass.html' title='the Empty Canvas'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-4254986145797249894</id><published>2009-10-08T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T22:06:11.899+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pathetic'/><title type='text'>Ikaw, kailan mo ako padadalhan ng bulaklak?</title><content type='html'>So my boardmate’s wedding anniversary is today and she’s waiting for her husband's “surprise,” he’s supposed to send it via LBC and then I felt like I wanted to cry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m pathetic for posting things like this online, but I want to be honest, I have to confront the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day, I’m dying of sadness because the only man I have ever loved left me and I am desperately waiting for him every day, hoping that, one day he’d come back, say sorry and then we’ll live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m still waiting for him and I’m not gonna stop anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥princessngaako&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-4254986145797249894?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/4254986145797249894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=4254986145797249894&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/4254986145797249894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/4254986145797249894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2009/10/ikaw-kailan-mo-ako-padadalhan-ng.html' title='Ikaw, kailan mo ako padadalhan ng bulaklak?'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-3502350171583229583</id><published>2009-10-06T10:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T10:19:15.534+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Maybe We're Stuck with Each Other</title><content type='html'>Maybe we are.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we aren’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been safe with my decisions, I weigh options, I always want to have that happily ever after, just like in fairytales, prince charming will come and save me from misery and poof! That’s it… ‘And they lived happily ever after.’&lt;br /&gt;One thing I have learned in life is that we all have to take risks if we want to get somewhere, look at Chuck and Blair. Well yes, they’re unrealistic, but don’t they represent us? Each and every one of us who are afraid to take risks, who are always playing safe, that in the end, end up having nothing?&lt;br /&gt;Life is about taking risks, trying every road passable and possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s what I did, for the first time I took a risk… and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I found love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥princessngaako&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-3502350171583229583?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/3502350171583229583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=3502350171583229583&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/3502350171583229583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/3502350171583229583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2009/10/maybe-were-stuck-with-each-other.html' title='Maybe We&apos;re Stuck with Each Other'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-5296179051932471585</id><published>2009-09-24T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T20:20:08.165+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feature'/><title type='text'>Boys do not like it when girls pay...</title><content type='html'>…only in their first date. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I have this thing I wrote this weekend about cockroaches, but I don’t want to talk about cockroaches anytime soon so I’m gonna write in here the most recent things that I have learned about &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;boys&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I was with friends (Paulo Lim, Jayfel Rayoso and Alwyn Dado) at Jollibee to try their grilled chicken, we were already finished eating when I asked them random questions about how boys look at girls and here are the few things that I have learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Boys &lt;u&gt;DO NOT&lt;/u&gt; like it when girls pay on their first date&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. This one is actually very interesting because on my first date (it wasn’t really a date XD) with someone, I paid for a ride (at an amusement park) so I was like, woah, he didn't like it &lt;i&gt;di-ay.&lt;/i&gt; Haha. I repeat, they do not like it and I'm dead serious.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Boys are turned on by girls necks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Ok, this one is very very weird but very useful if I plan to lure my crush. Hehe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Boys do not like it when their girlfriends are too sexy because they are turned on and they do not want to sin, YET.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; This is very very funny. I thought that “boyfriends” do not want their girlfriends to be sexy is because they are protective to them, well yes, in another way they are actually protecting the girls. XD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Boys lie.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I already know this but I still can’t recover that the admitted it to me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Looks doesn’t matter. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Well at first it does, but at the end of the day, boys just want to be comfortable with the one that they are with, the one that will complement to their character.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Long-distance relationships and faithfulness does not go together. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Since I had a long-distance relationship before, I actually asked them if they really are that faithful. Well they said no. when boys miss their girls and when they find someone who has the similarity with their girl, they fall easily. Uh-oh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Boys forgive and forget.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;This one is so sweet. i actually asked them if they care about a girl's past, they don't and that's enough for me to get kilig, again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is some of what I learned today. It opened my eyes to  a lot of things, things that I didn’t know but now I understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I am not stereotyping boys here. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥princessngaako&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-5296179051932471585?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/5296179051932471585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=5296179051932471585&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/5296179051932471585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/5296179051932471585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2009/09/boys-do-not-like-it-when-girls-pay.html' title='Boys do not like it when girls pay...'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-1947855350947049094</id><published>2009-09-18T10:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:28:35.360+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><title type='text'>Trying To Make Sense</title><content type='html'>Writing has been my way of de-stressing my self since I was in elementary. It’s like a part of my senses, without it, I’d rather die.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning thinking about a good, no he’s not good, he’s one of the best, he is a Sillimanian writer, who didn’t accept my Facebook friend request by the way- which really broke my heart, going back, as usual I felt like a useless hag, not even capable of writing a good news article for my Communication 21 class.&lt;br /&gt;How can I be such a failure?&lt;br /&gt;My news writing teacher once said something like this, &lt;i&gt;a good writer has never been contented with what he or she wrote.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still am not convinced that I am not a good writer, I know that you too aren’t, but what I am trying to say here (in case you didn’t get it) is that writing is expressing yourself, it doesn’t matter how good or bad you are, if it makes you happy, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;go.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥princessngaako&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-1947855350947049094?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/1947855350947049094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=1947855350947049094&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/1947855350947049094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/1947855350947049094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2009/09/trying-to-make-sense.html' title='Trying To Make Sense'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-3315453611559734688</id><published>2009-07-30T11:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T11:51:56.627+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Letting Go</title><content type='html'>Ever felt like you have to let go of a dream? You're already holding it but you have to let it go because of some reasons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was how I felt a few minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to talk about it, all I want to say is that I'm so thankful because I have wonderful friends who are there, willing to help me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord God for wonderful friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥princessngaako&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-3315453611559734688?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/3315453611559734688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=3315453611559734688&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/3315453611559734688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/3315453611559734688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2009/07/letting-go.html' title='Letting Go'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-958686383578956612</id><published>2009-07-21T10:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T11:19:08.905+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='promise'/><title type='text'>"I promise"</title><content type='html'>Yeah you read it right, another "I promise".&lt;br /&gt;I have been so busy lately that I forgot to think about my health. I am currently suffering a disease which I won't tell you and I won't describe because its unappropriate. &lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h29/precious_3r/smileys/stretcher.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now involved into various organizations and I have to contests ahead of me plus don't forget that I am STILL a student, striving to have good grades for Honor's Day next year (it will be my gift to my mother).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been sleeping on time, I don't eat healthy foods, I can't even pee because I'm so tired to stand up and go to the comfort room (not exaggerating). Yes, that's how busy I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be thinking right now that I'm pathetic, I already know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why, in this blog post, I promise to stay healthy, to put my health first.&lt;br /&gt;I promise to follow my mother's orders (to take vitamins and iron).&lt;br /&gt;I promise to pee, no matter what it takes, when I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥princessngaako&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-958686383578956612?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/958686383578956612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=958686383578956612&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/958686383578956612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/958686383578956612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-promise.html' title='&quot;I promise&quot;'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h29/precious_3r/smileys/th_stretcher.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-621251422988266250</id><published>2009-07-20T18:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T18:46:46.636+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back to life'/><title type='text'>am back !</title><content type='html'>I don't know what came to me.&lt;br /&gt;I was surfing in the net, looking at some blogs when I decided to go blogging AGAIN. &lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h29/precious_3r/smileys/egdance.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I am confusing. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking forward to a wonderful blogging year ahead of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ciao.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h29/precious_3r/smileys/bye.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥princessngaako&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-621251422988266250?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/621251422988266250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=621251422988266250&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/621251422988266250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/621251422988266250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2009/07/am-back.html' title='am back !'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h29/precious_3r/smileys/th_egdance.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-7148690789287279243</id><published>2009-04-17T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T16:02:49.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking of not using my blog for good and just blog at my multiply account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still THINKING about it, ok?&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna let you guys know soon. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥princessngaako&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-7148690789287279243?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/7148690789287279243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=7148690789287279243&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/7148690789287279243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/7148690789287279243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2009/04/thinking.html' title='thinking'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-2954440195842903296</id><published>2009-04-06T15:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T15:43:33.499+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>summer 2k9</title><content type='html'>I have nothing to write in here, but I really just want to post something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer had been uneventful, so far, no action yet, EXCEPT me reading more than 7 novels in less than 2 weeks out of boredom (if you consider that as an 'event')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 13th (next week, Monday) I'd be back at SU and I'd be having my summer classes (Monday-Saturday), I'd be taking up BC 12 and History 52. Am I going to have a boring summer? I hope not (a cute classmate will solve my problem) XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss school, I hate staying at home, I feel so useless when I'm at home.&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to having much fun at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I want to share this message I received from a close friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6 words women use:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;01. FINE-&lt;/span&gt; the word women use to end an argument when they are right, and you need to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;02. 5 MINUTES-&lt;/span&gt; if she is getting dressed, this means half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;03. NOTHING-&lt;/span&gt; this is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguemtns that begin with nothing usually end in fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;04. GO AHEAD-&lt;/span&gt; this is a dare, not a permission. DON'T DO IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;05. LOUD SIGH-&lt;/span&gt; this means she thinks you're an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;06. THAT'S OKAY-&lt;/span&gt; this means that she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can totally relate with "fine" and "nothing". haha.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you think about it. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for visiting my blog though I had&lt;br /&gt;been inactive for the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I promise to visit yours next week and I'll update my&lt;br /&gt;links too, next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you and God Bless. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥princessngaako&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-2954440195842903296?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/2954440195842903296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=2954440195842903296&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/2954440195842903296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/2954440195842903296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2009/04/summer-2k9.html' title='summer 2k9'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-5105623616676918238</id><published>2009-03-10T14:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T14:44:48.647+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English post'/><title type='text'>blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SbYMD1MHNnI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8jOJ0stbfXQ/s1600-h/blogging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SbYMD1MHNnI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8jOJ0stbfXQ/s320/blogging.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311446070487103090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging had been very important to me since I started this Blogger account Summer 2008. No matter how busy I am, I see to it that I still blog and of course visit my online friends' blogs.&lt;br /&gt;It made me realize that there is a big world out there, that there are different kinds of people aside from the people I know and that it is possible to find loyal and true friends through the internet.&lt;br /&gt;It made me see that there are endless possibilities in this world we all live in and I am just a tiny talking creature who happens to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Blogging made me appreciate my life, as well as the lives of other people. It made me see that I am not the only person in the world with problems.&lt;br /&gt;It also made me realize that not all people will like you. Each and everyone of us may not like the same things and the only way to understand each other is through respect. I always thought that people won't give a damn to my life because I'm not famous... I was wrong. People care. When you have problems they give advices. They give you a lift when you feel so down and they pray for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You don't need to be famous for people to love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why God made blogging, for us to be closer to this world of endless possibilities. That all of us are connected...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for my grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;She is in the hospital right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥princessngaako&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-5105623616676918238?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/5105623616676918238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=5105623616676918238&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/5105623616676918238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/5105623616676918238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2009/03/blogging.html' title='blogging'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SbYMD1MHNnI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8jOJ0stbfXQ/s72-c/blogging.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-9188172414121667259</id><published>2009-02-26T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T14:14:35.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online life'/><title type='text'>Lomography</title><content type='html'>I was talking with a &lt;a= plurk.com&gt; plurk&lt;/a&gt; friend when he mentioned the word &lt;i&gt;lomography.&lt;/i&gt; and I was like, what is that? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation goes this way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; writing is a good thing pero you can't construct buildings by writing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;nagpapractice din naman ako ng drawing... hearts. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;friend:&lt;/b&gt; just practice and kahit di naman drawing you can do art through many things. ako ngayon into LOMOGRAPHY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; nosebleed. what's lomography?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;friend:&lt;/b&gt;	 wah!!! it's film photography... pano ba?!?!? wait&lt;br /&gt;click the link, that's lomography...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; i see. it has something to do with photography pala... amazing. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he showed me a &lt;a= http://www.flickr.com/groups/lomomanila/pool/&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; and I also researched at &lt;a= http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lomography&gt; Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; to understand further. Here's an explanation from Wikipedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Similar to Eastman Kodak's concept of the "Kodak moment," the Lomography motto of "don't think, just shoot" presumes spontaneity, close-ups, and ubiquity, while deemphasizing formal technique. Typical lomography cameras are deliberately low-fidelity and inexpensively constructed. Some cameras make use of multiple lenses and rainbow-colored flashes, or exhibit extreme optical distortions and even light leaks.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h29/precious_3r/a-10-1.jpg""align="left"&gt; This is so cool. I mean, when we are taking pictures we would usually pose and look our best but with Lomography its anything, just take the picture. There are actually a lot of people, that are hooked with it, but they just don't know it's called Lomography. HAHA. Pathetic me. I don't know with you but I'm definitely gonna try taking pictures without thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥princessngaako&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-9188172414121667259?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/9188172414121667259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=9188172414121667259&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/9188172414121667259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/9188172414121667259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2009/02/lomography.html' title='Lomography'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-7879830850279884506</id><published>2009-02-11T09:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T09:28:53.270+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>my faith</title><content type='html'>Life has been very cruel to me in the past few days. My father had an accident, he had an operation last Monday, and another operation later plus all the pressures from my school chores but you know, God knows no mistakes. He knows what kind of problems that I can handle, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;without suffering there will be no faith and compassion... &lt;/span&gt; Instead of counting all the negative things that are happening in my life, I decided to take note of the positive ones.&lt;br /&gt;01. I'm alive.&lt;br /&gt;02. No matter what happened my father is still breathing.&lt;br /&gt;02. I have wonderful friends.&lt;br /&gt;03. My birthday is coming... &lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h29/precious_3r/smileys/naughty.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. I have wonderful "special" friends. &lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h29/precious_3r/smileys/_inlove_.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;akin ka na lang -him&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. and a lot more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on the positive side of my life, I want to share this poster I made for our Computer Fundamentals Class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h29/precious_3r/finalcopy-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its not that good, but at least right? haha. I actually had a different theme a week before, when I was about to email it to our teacher, it got infected by a virus and its gone. My whole world was shattered, but I still had time so I made another one. That's the story behind my project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥princessngaako&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-7879830850279884506?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/7879830850279884506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=7879830850279884506&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/7879830850279884506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/7879830850279884506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-faith.html' title='my faith'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h29/precious_3r/smileys/th_naughty.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-7273717119213134453</id><published>2009-02-02T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:03:05.997+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartaches'/><title type='text'>this is it</title><content type='html'>Mojo Jojo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry that it has to end like this. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I loved you, I really did but I guess that we're just not meant for each other.&lt;/span&gt; I can't understand the way you're acting, why you can't understand that I'm busy because of my studies... I want you to know that I don't hate you, I forgive you for hurting me, and I also hope that you will forgive me too, whatever I did to hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;I will pray for you and for her. I hope that whatever is between the two of you, it will work out, not like what happened with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I love you and take care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥princessngaako&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-7273717119213134453?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/7273717119213134453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=7273717119213134453&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/7273717119213134453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/7273717119213134453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-it.html' title='this is it'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-1389283002323622358</id><published>2009-01-22T13:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T14:24:23.378+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kilig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><title type='text'>preoccupied</title><content type='html'>Midterms is coming! &lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h29/precious_3r/smileys/crossword.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt; (Don't be deceived I am not excited or what.)&lt;br /&gt;I've been so busy lately. I'm always tired and fatigued.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I am enjoying, though there are money problems and such, I know my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Creator&lt;/span&gt; will always be there for me, He will never let me down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h29/precious_3r/1-7-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket""align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now stop wondering why I have a picture here of the new president of America and the first lady. I so love them both, as in as a love team. They are the most effective-slash-natural love team ever. After his inauguration, they attended this Youth Ball and I was like blushing the whole time, &lt;b&gt;they just look so good together! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama is so sweet, and when her stares each other, their eyes sparkle! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kinilig talaga ako.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h29/precious_3r/smileys/Cute_Smileys_1_by_kimobo.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;the first lady has a very good fashion sense. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥princessngaako&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-1389283002323622358?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/1389283002323622358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=1389283002323622358&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/1389283002323622358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/1389283002323622358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2009/01/preoccupied.html' title='preoccupied'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h29/precious_3r/smileys/th_crossword.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-7151567532740477021</id><published>2009-01-18T17:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T18:20:37.108+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Archuleta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pathetic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot guys'/><title type='text'>ramdom-ness</title><content type='html'>I have nothing to write lately. I don't know. I somehow lost my appetite for writing. Have I really lost my appetite for writing or my life is just plain boring that I have nothing to write about it? My gawd. I just realized, I am so pathetic while writing this post. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, (still thinking of writing something worth reading)&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let me just share to you my love for David Archuleta,  The addiction actually started when I first heard &lt;i&gt;crush&lt;/i&gt; at Melissa's ipod until I saw the video on &lt;/i&gt;myx&lt;/i&gt; then after that I started watching the Daily top 10 everyday. Since I can't watch it at 6-7 or at noon I actually watch it at 3 in the morning. HAHA. Imagine that! I am so pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;And now rumors are coming out that he's gay. So what? I'd still accept him to be my husband. &lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h29/precious_3r/smileys/_inlove_.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I really am pathetic. Did you know that right at this very moment I still have to write 3 reaction papers, have to study 3 subjects and I am writing in my blog about David Archuleta? pathetic me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? in this post I used the word pathetic for 4 times, excluding in this last paragraph and the tag. I really am so pathetic, and because I'm pathetic, I have to hang myself. &lt;a &lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h29/precious_3r/smileys/9617.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt; HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥princessngaako&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-7151567532740477021?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/7151567532740477021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=7151567532740477021&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/7151567532740477021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/7151567532740477021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2009/01/ramdom-ness.html' title='ramdom-ness'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h29/precious_3r/smileys/th__inlove_.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-7946630478824130602</id><published>2009-01-12T18:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T19:03:22.718+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekly'/><title type='text'>my life lately. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MONDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 5 - the first day of school, it's my tita Dee and cousin BJ's birthdays. Aside from a very stressful day. I haven't done anything worth writing for. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I had an examination on Communication 16. I think I did ok. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h29/precious_3r/DSC08020-1.jpg""align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 6 - turned out to be a very exciting but tiring day. I usually have a lot of fun during TTh because I only have two subjects (9-10 am and 4:00-5:30). This day, I hot oiled my hair, together with Ube and Paul. It was so much fun. Rock on Arnel Pineda! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Tawyn, Totot and I also ate ice cream at Panda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h29/precious_3r/DSC08055-1.jpg""align="left"&gt;January 7 - I had two long quizzes this day. One on proving identities (Math) and the other one is on Basic Communication (BC) 11. Aninz birthday is also today, I hurried taking the BC examination so that I could go and partyy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h29/precious_3r/DSC08195-1.jpg""align="left"&gt;January 8 - I didn't attend P.E. today because I lost my shirt and I can't find my shoelace. HAHA. Pathetic reasons. Mel and I learned how to dis/assemble m16 today, and we planted trees for ROTC. The whole experience was so FUN!&lt;br /&gt;At 6, my fellow batch mates of Silliman University Corps of Campus Ambassadors (SUCCA) had our meeting for our project proposal at McDonald's. We had so much fun. We named our batch McNuggets because there are five of us, and if you order a McNugget you will have 5. So that's it. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 9 - I haven't done anything special. Just printed a few pics for ROTC and bought dinner at Manang Siony's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 8 - ROTC. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h29/precious_3r/DSC08257-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 9&lt;br /&gt;&gt;at 1:30 RJ and I officiated an Inter-dorm Scrabble game.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;at 3 we cleaned the chairs at Religion rooms for 30 pts. for the Midterm Examinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥princessngaako&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-7946630478824130602?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/7946630478824130602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=7946630478824130602&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/7946630478824130602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/7946630478824130602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-life-lately.html' title='my life lately. :)'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-961136755462813007</id><published>2009-01-04T12:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T12:19:17.814+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English post'/><title type='text'>lost</title><content type='html'>I really don't know how to start this post.&lt;br /&gt;I am so broken, I am not being emo or what, I am just broken.&lt;br /&gt;I really thought he could wait, that he would understand why I broke up with him, that he will be patient enough, but he wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I texted him, he told me he will, I checked his friendster before typing my homework and boom, my world fell apart, his ex, now his new present, &lt;em&gt;I am now the past, the history.&lt;/em&gt; I wanna cry, shout, slap him, I don't want to move, but once again I'm writing this, because I think that if I will write this all down I'd feel better, the pain will fade away, like all that I feel will be pured out to this post and I will be my old self again, &lt;strong&gt;but I will never be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be long before I would be able to recover from this pain. I feel so pathetic, even ice cream can't solve my problem. I wouldn't be able to function properly for a long time, &lt;i&gt;"happy now? both of you?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What goes around always comes around,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all I want to do is cut your head and serve it in a gold platter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥princessngaako&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-961136755462813007?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/961136755462813007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=961136755462813007&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/961136755462813007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/961136755462813007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2009/01/lost.html' title='lost'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-7463081778489309313</id><published>2008-11-27T13:10:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T13:00:02.913+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intrams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katy Perry'/><title type='text'>the wild brunch</title><content type='html'>I have a crazy title for this post.&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a liar. *grin* Why? For one I didn't have a wild brunch just like in Gossip Girl and will never have *another grin here* and intramurals is so boring, that's why I'm not going to tell you about it, because it really is. *another super wide grin here*&lt;br /&gt;Can you sense that I'm happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------ignore this part------------------------&lt;br /&gt;FLASH: my boyfriend likes Katy Perry. EWWW.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been recently bonding with EJ (my kinder II boardmate) over TV, power rangers, 101 Dalmatians and Mickey Mouse Club House, call me childish but I love EJ and playing &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;unggoy-unggoy&lt;/span&gt; with her.&lt;br /&gt;Twilight is already showing and I am STILL very disappointed with Harry Potter and the half blood prince's delay. With all due respect to Twilight fans, I really believe na walang masyadong manood ng Twilight *peace*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the main purpose of this post is to greet,&lt;br /&gt;the one and only Mojo Jojo of my life, a belated Happy Birthday (Nov. 23).&lt;br /&gt;"you were the light that made me realize that darkness must fade away." Happy birthday. I'm sorry you weren't surprised by my surprise. hehe! and he's now on plurk following me. talk about a stalker boyfriend. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;deeppink size= 5&gt;♥princessngaako&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-7463081778489309313?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/7463081778489309313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=7463081778489309313&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/7463081778489309313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/7463081778489309313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/11/wild-brunch.html' title='the wild brunch'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-161173827531396506</id><published>2008-11-16T16:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T13:17:27.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i214.photobucket.com/albums/cc105/24168/egobox/avatars/cat/icons/42.png"align="left" "&gt;I just want to share this oh-so-cute avatar I got from &lt;a href="http://ego-box.com"&gt;ego-box&lt;/a&gt;, they have the best as usual. I went to church today, and I had the chance to meditate on what is happening with my life a few months back. I am thankful to God for always being there, I never thought I survived my sembreak, my problems isn't over yet, it is just starting, but I am happy and overwhelmed that God trusted me to handle this kind of problem, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;God thinks I'm strong enough to handle this!&lt;/span&gt; Can you believe that? My Creator trusts me! I know someday, all of this will be over, that everything will be history, I know God will never leave me. I hope he would also give my mother and sister the same courage I am having, for them to also realize that this is just God's test to us.&lt;br /&gt;I am also very happy, because Marc and Grace are together again, for the millionth time. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I also would like to thank the Lord for my allowance, you don't know how thankful I am every time my mother would tell me that I will have my allowance, times are difficult for the economy, remember? But times are m,ore difficult for us. Though I won't be able to attend that congress in Manila, I believe that God has other plans for me... Better that being toured at ABS-CBN! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I Can Wait Forever by Simple Plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading: The Runaway Jury by John Grisham&lt;br /&gt;addicted to: &lt;a href="http://plurk.com/princessngaako"&gt;Plurk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loving: &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/ilovepreciousmore"&gt;Jathniel John♥&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;please visit: &lt;a href="http://www.freerice.com"&gt;free rice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;play for a cause! thank you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥princessngaako&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-161173827531396506?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/161173827531396506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=161173827531396506&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/161173827531396506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/161173827531396506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/11/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-8950647622731841263</id><published>2008-11-15T16:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:10:26.797+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcement'/><title type='text'>announcement</title><content type='html'>Calling all DUMAGUETEÑO/DUMAGUETEÑA or&lt;br /&gt;DUMAGUETE-BASED Bloggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone interested in helping my friend put up a Bloggers Society for us?&lt;br /&gt;All she needs as of the moment is a core group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For further questions, you may leave her a comment &lt;a href="http://www.kaakaams.blogspot.com"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;, or e-mail her at kaakaams@gmail.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you guys. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥princessngaako&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-8950647622731841263?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/8950647622731841263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=8950647622731841263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/8950647622731841263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/8950647622731841263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/11/announcement.html' title='announcement'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-5903125152744797964</id><published>2008-11-11T19:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:13:24.392+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English post'/><title type='text'>Basic Communication</title><content type='html'>I am actually supposed to be typing my Religion 22 Reaction paper, about the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Economic, Political and Social Implications of the Current Global Crisis: A Special University Convocation,&lt;/span&gt; but as usual, I got tired and chose to write in my blog. I'm such a lazy pig.&lt;br /&gt;Aside from my current family problem (stated in my previous post), I also am having a very big problem with my last semester's Basic Communication 11 teacher (I won't tell you her name, for her life's sake because her life is in danger right now, I mean with all the threats and everything), and I really want to clarify that, I don't hate her and I don't want to kill her because of the grade she gave me, but I believe that maybe she committed some mistake, a 2.4 (in Silliman 4 is the highest, 1 is lowest) and that I need a 2.5 for my college's standard. Plus, I've never been absent, I submitted all requirements, I got 2.9 in my Midterm quizzes (as average) and I also got a 2.8 something during my Midterm examinations so it is really impossible for me to just have a 2.4! God knows how I worked hard for that subject, waking up everyday (1st period every MWF)and sleeping late just to research for her homeworks.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to talk to her, I actually have to repeat BC11 to reach my college's standards but I really want to clarify my grade. I hope I'll catch her in her office anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;I also pray for her safety, I must admit she's a good teacher. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for all who supported me during my lowest time.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for all the advices, for the kinds words.&lt;br /&gt;you don't know how much it inspired me to go on with my life&lt;br /&gt;and to keep striving.&lt;br /&gt;God bless you! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥princessngaako&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-5903125152744797964?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/5903125152744797964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=5903125152744797964&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/5903125152744797964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/5903125152744797964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/11/basic-communication.html' title='Basic Communication'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-4346856549403517101</id><published>2008-10-27T14:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T14:38:13.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>surviving</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking a lot of things lately.&lt;br /&gt;With all the things that happened I can't believe that I'm still striving.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm writing this things, telling the whole world about it, maybe &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;because if I'd write it down, the pain will fade away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to cry, its just that I've cried hard enough and crying wouldn't make things any better.&lt;br /&gt;My father left our house with all of his things, shouldn't I be happy? He's hurting my mother, I should be happy. When i was young all I thought was even though we're not rich, my family's complete, and that's more than all the riches in the world, but now it's gone. The only treasure that I have been proud of. And that's not it, now that my father is gone, my mother is left with all the financial problems, sending me to Silliman, providing for me and my sister, paying for our other house and everything. I don't how she'll make it, all I know is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;God will provide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God will never let us down, I just hope we'll be able to make it, I hate to see my mama suffering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;thank you jathniel,&lt;br /&gt;mojo jojo ko,&lt;br /&gt;for everything. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥princessngaako&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-4346856549403517101?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/4346856549403517101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=4346856549403517101&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/4346856549403517101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/4346856549403517101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/10/surviving.html' title='surviving'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-1724214069748366380</id><published>2008-10-23T17:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T17:42:40.720+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English post'/><title type='text'>Still Striving</title><content type='html'>My life is in a total roller coaster right now.&lt;br /&gt;My best friend's brother just died (yesterday). My father and I are not talking and my heart is not in a very good disposition so I really am not in the mood to talk or write about it so I decided to just post some pictures, after all, pictures speak louder than words. haha. desperate to add a sentence. forgive my I'm sober. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SQBGexOlN_I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/l5BMpJBovXg/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SQBGexOlN_I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/l5BMpJBovXg/s200/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260281859193255922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;with my gorgeous tita. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SQBGNXG30jI/AAAAAAAAAII/A2R-BX9fZhw/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SQBGNXG30jI/AAAAAAAAAII/A2R-BX9fZhw/s200/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260281560123822642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; HIGHER! haha.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SQBFseiFIBI/AAAAAAAAAIA/QHSGQEp6wc8/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SQBFseiFIBI/AAAAAAAAAIA/QHSGQEp6wc8/s200/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260280995181305874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;these kids look like me. haha.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SQBFHFKokFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/OcKu7-4joYg/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SQBFHFKokFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/OcKu7-4joYg/s200/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260280352716918866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;the over cute flower girls. :P&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it. I'm tired now. I hope you enjoyed the little kids. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥princessngaako&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-1724214069748366380?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/1724214069748366380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=1724214069748366380&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/1724214069748366380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/1724214069748366380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/10/still-striving.html' title='Still Striving'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SQBGexOlN_I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/l5BMpJBovXg/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-619295790812269497</id><published>2008-09-30T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T16:29:22.055+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English post'/><title type='text'>Make-up</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm not going to talk about make-up in this post, I will but not make-up as in make-up, hahaha, make-up I mean to compensate for my absences for ROTC. I have to make up for 4 absences, 4 hours per absent, so in total, I have to make-up for 16 hours.&lt;br /&gt;I spent my first make-up session at the Business and Finance, spending almost 3 hours filing vouchers in order, stamping "paid" in receipts and, yeah, laughing with Gang-Gang and Jan-Jan the whole time. Though it was exhausting it was much more fun than attending ROTC (kidding. XD) and we had snacks too! Better than 4 hours at the ball field, under the scorching heat of the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why my life is ALIVE and KICKING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I really love making lists. haha. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. My problem with my tuition fee is over because I told mama the truth, and instead of being angry, she was grateful that I told her the truth about me, using that tuition money, I plan to be a student assistant next sem to at at least help her with my tuition.&lt;br /&gt;02. I am not going to be dropped in ROTC because, as stated above, I started my make-up job. =D&lt;br /&gt;03. Math is not going to be part of my QPA (it's like our average grade), because only major subjects are going to be included.&lt;br /&gt;04. We have no Speech Classes anymore, because we participated in the 2008 Inter-Class Speech Choir Competition, and we did our very best. (we  didn't win though)&lt;br /&gt;05. Only 2 weeks of classes is left! weeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;06. I learned a lot of lessons from &lt;i&gt;The Five People in Heaven,&lt;/i&gt; like letting go  the hatred because it wouldn't do you any good, instead of making your "subject" feel bad, you are hurting yourself more.&lt;br /&gt;07. My blog is making a comeback. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;08. Christmas is NEAR!&lt;br /&gt;09. Cinemalaya here in Dumaguete, in Silliman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why &lt;i&gt;somehow&lt;/i&gt; College Life&lt;b&gt;SUCKS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. The never ending paperworks, quizzes and lectures.&lt;br /&gt;02. ROTC.&lt;br /&gt;03. MATH! MATH! MATH!&lt;br /&gt;04. The never ending line &lt;i&gt;abot hanggang langit&lt;/i&gt; at the Business and Finance of your going to pay your bills.&lt;br /&gt;05. ENROLLMENT. I so hate enrolling my self. haha&lt;br /&gt;06. My crush asked for my number, that's no it, &lt;b&gt;he actually gave it to someone else.&lt;/b&gt; argh!&lt;br /&gt;07. My complicated love life.&lt;br /&gt;08. Finals, 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE! My raves has 9 and my rants only has 8! College life is enjoyable after all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥princessngaako&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-619295790812269497?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/619295790812269497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=619295790812269497&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/619295790812269497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/619295790812269497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/09/make-up.html' title='Make-up'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-4748877498769181598</id><published>2008-09-24T09:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T09:45:55.938+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feature'/><title type='text'>EGO-box</title><content type='html'>I've been blog hopping when I stumbled upon this site, it has lots of oh-so-cute quotes and lay-outs. try it. &lt;a href="http://ego-box.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a sample.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ego-box.com/quotes/?id=Misc"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i214.photobucket.com/albums/cc105/24168/egobox/quotes/cat/Misc/Chaos-Panic-Disorder.gif"  alt="Misc Quotes"  border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥princessngaako&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-4748877498769181598?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/4748877498769181598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=4748877498769181598&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/4748877498769181598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/4748877498769181598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/09/ego-box.html' title='EGO-box'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-4703382811020804007</id><published>2008-09-23T15:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T15:30:31.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speech Choir Competition '08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SNiatO18YWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bzxKkqaX0kY/s1600-h/PICT6070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SNiatO18YWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bzxKkqaX0kY/s200/PICT6070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249115467569455458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though we didn't win, this picture best represents our fun during the preparations.&lt;br /&gt;Speech Choir Competition oh-eight made us a lot closer, it also taught each and everyone of us lessons and we discovered talents we never thought we had. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥princessngaako&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-4703382811020804007?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/4703382811020804007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=4703382811020804007&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/4703382811020804007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/4703382811020804007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/09/speech-choir-competition-08.html' title='Speech Choir Competition &apos;08'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SNiatO18YWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bzxKkqaX0kY/s72-c/PICT6070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-4722779348923417452</id><published>2008-09-02T16:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:55:09.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Deal</title><content type='html'>I really really am having a hard time thinking what to post, but then, my Mojo Jojo said t&lt;br /&gt;that I have to write down what is on my heart &lt;i&gt;(this made my nose bleed haha)&lt;/i&gt; and what my heart really really wants to share with you is my 1st semester in college. The firsts, and the oh-so-funny every day experiences, I want to tell you about Ube, Swirly bitch, and of course myself, McFlirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size= 3&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Crushies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I actually had almost 10 crushes? Yeah, at least 10 &lt;i&gt;(this is exaggeration),&lt;/i&gt; and now I only have one. haha.&lt;br /&gt;*I met one in my Psychology class, an Iranian who belongs to the College of Business Administration. He has eye lashes to die for! And he really smells good, and we're seat mates. haha. But after a few weeks of staring at him blankly every class, I realized that I don't like him anymore, the culture just wouldn't work &lt;i&gt;(haha. already thinking of marriage).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The other one is in our swimming class, since Silliman University only has one pool, every swimming class, two classes share the pool, and my hottie Canadian crushie &lt;i&gt;(yeah, he's half naked every time I'd see him *gushes*)&lt;/i&gt; is in the other class. He is an engineering student and though he's Canadian, he speaks &lt;i&gt;bisaya&lt;/i&gt; not like me who doesn't know how to and the saddest part is, &lt;b&gt;he has a girlfriend&lt;/b&gt; so, uhm, automatically, he's removed from the list. XD&lt;br /&gt;*Another crush is from the college of engineering, he's so nice, he has a very good smile, very friendly, nice sense of humor, and a always see him during MWF. hahaha. And he's the only one that is left on my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;enough on th crushes, I have a million them, I usually meet them everyday, different crushes everyday. hahaha, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size= 3&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Academics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have no problems with my Academics right now, except that I lacked 3 points to be able to pass the midterms exams, quite ironic actually because during the prelims exams I only had 3 mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;As with my Mathematics, I am going with the flow, and since my teacher-slash-crush is super nice I think I am going to have a grade of 2, just to pass my scholarship, and enough to have a class honor during honors day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know, it's boring. haha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size= 3&gt;&lt;b&gt;My College Adventures&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this is it.&lt;br /&gt;Why I am a Normal College Student...&lt;br /&gt;01. I cut classes too. XD &lt;i&gt;(let's pray that mama wouldn't be able to read this.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. I flirt. Yes I do, that's why I'm McFlirty.&lt;br /&gt;03. I disobey the rules. Just sometimes actaully, not all the time.&lt;br /&gt;04. I do homeworks at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a lot more that i can't think about. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size= 3&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I really really would like you to meet these wonderful people who made my college life the way it is.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;UBE-licious&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her name is actually &lt;i&gt;Reyna&lt;/i&gt; but I love calling her Ube more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SLz-b5jM3LI/AAAAAAAAAFo/BVajwHB-zNQ/s1600-h/08142008121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SLz-b5jM3LI/AAAAAAAAAFo/BVajwHB-zNQ/s200/08142008121.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241343821610802354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swirly B1tch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liam, s/he colors her hair herself. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;She's gay ok, not Lesbian (because she looks like a girl) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SLz-4NqmfXI/AAAAAAAAAFw/3yya4XMYiKs/s1600-h/08282008186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SLz-4NqmfXI/AAAAAAAAAFw/3yya4XMYiKs/s200/08282008186.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241344308046888306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melissa Alexandra Pal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my rich friend. haha. I love you Mel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SLz_25BNxdI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5Rt-fkdG4W8/s1600-h/07152008072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SLz_25BNxdI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5Rt-fkdG4W8/s200/07152008072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241345384836351442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ate Ninz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so love this lady, super smart and sexy. She is from Cebu, 4th year Political Science student, transfered to Silliman, and now she's back on 1st year. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SLz6mJNT8PI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9xR_6tOP7ok/s1600-h/DSC07053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SLz6mJNT8PI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9xR_6tOP7ok/s200/DSC07053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241339599566139634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Totot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl is super smart, she got more than the perfect score in our Psychology midterms exam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SLz_TGlIwiI/AAAAAAAAAF4/wvWxBf55_tg/s1600-h/09012008211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SLz_TGlIwiI/AAAAAAAAAF4/wvWxBf55_tg/s200/09012008211.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241344770001388066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tawyn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other purple girl. Very nice and sweet. She likes to hug me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SLz5tM9u97I/AAAAAAAAAFA/IoV-Lb163xA/s1600-h/1_169271639l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SLz5tM9u97I/AAAAAAAAAFA/IoV-Lb163xA/s200/1_169271639l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241338621322000306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ate Nat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my super nice and sweet room mate at the dorm, I super love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SLz7D_BI88I/AAAAAAAAAFY/bTf4f4HJ4-s/s1600-h/DSC07092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SLz7D_BI88I/AAAAAAAAAFY/bTf4f4HJ4-s/s200/DSC07092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241340112226808770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Room Mates&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these guys whom I am always with. They are the ones who see me only wearing under wears, me who just woke up and yeah, we sleep together when something creepy happens at the dorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SLz757nXNuI/AAAAAAAAAFg/rnaQ1GXUrYU/s1600-h/DSC07094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SLz757nXNuI/AAAAAAAAAFg/rnaQ1GXUrYU/s200/DSC07094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241341039026321122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size= 3&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Boyfriend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He actually doesn't study in the same college as I am, but then, he might feel bad that his picture is not here. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SLz4eVzS7VI/AAAAAAAAAEw/MhiZV0qB1RE/s1600-h/mojo+jojo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SLz4eVzS7VI/AAAAAAAAAEw/MhiZV0qB1RE/s200/mojo+jojo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241337266484473170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is what College Life is life. I super love my college and the people in them. MassCom people we all rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SL0ARJs6T0I/AAAAAAAAAGI/5O1uVXpgE6E/s1600-h/DSC07064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SL0ARJs6T0I/AAAAAAAAAGI/5O1uVXpgE6E/s200/DSC07064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241345835991191362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥princessngaako&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-4722779348923417452?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/4722779348923417452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=4722779348923417452&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/4722779348923417452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/4722779348923417452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/09/real-deal.html' title='The Real Deal'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SLz-b5jM3LI/AAAAAAAAAFo/BVajwHB-zNQ/s72-c/08142008121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-8643579310062538224</id><published>2008-08-03T11:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T11:59:56.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Mother Earth</title><content type='html'>It had been a very tiring week. midterms is coming near and there are a lot of problems on my way.&lt;br /&gt;today, we engaged in a tree planting activity with the KMC and Physics students.&lt;br /&gt;As what Paulo had said, planting those trees wouldn't "save" the mother Earth but what I believe is at least I helped to solve the problem and this may serve as a example to the people around me. A tree planting activity in a single place wouldn't save the environment, we need to act as a whole, the humankind to solve this problem, a problem which most of us are not aware of, a problem that will destroy humanity forever no matter what technology we have discovered. I hope that this could open the eyes of those who haven't seen the real deal, I hope that even in your own simple ways like throwing our garbage in proper places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size= 5 color= red&gt;*nosebleed*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥princessngaako&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-8643579310062538224?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/8643579310062538224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=8643579310062538224&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/8643579310062538224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/8643579310062538224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/08/saving-mother-earth.html' title='Saving Mother Earth'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-3903392824046730859</id><published>2008-07-25T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T10:33:50.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Failed...</title><content type='html'>I don't know where to start. I failed myself, my family and everyone who believes in me. I didn't pass the campus ambassadors panel interview!! I'd feel better if I failed the written exam, but the interview?! Gawd! I really really really feel bad. I wanna die, seriously. I don't know what to do. As in, I'm so damn stupid. Gaga ako. This hurts so bad. Why fail campus amba?? The first time I saw them I told myself that I need to be one of them, I WILL BE ONE OF THEM, but that's only a dream now, like my dream to be a princess... Impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥princessngaako&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-3903392824046730859?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/3903392824046730859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=3903392824046730859&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/3903392824046730859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/3903392824046730859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-failed.html' title='I Failed...'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-4687330647922736734</id><published>2008-07-24T22:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T22:28:58.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Campus Amba Experience</title><content type='html'>"Inhale... Exhale..." that was my mantra before my campus ambassadors panel interview. Silliman University Corps of Campus Ambassadors (SUCCA) is like one of the most prestigious organizations in the campus, they are the "frontliners" of the school and they meet people, lead and travel (haha, in the flyers). It's so hard to describe amba, you should be a Sillimanian yourself to be able to relate.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I really felt stupid during the panel interview, I forgot what the channels of communication are and they blame me for not reading newspapers. Haha. It was my fault I know, though they were mean (I know they're just doing it for the sake of "really" digging up the real us) it was worth the experience. After the interview, Ube and I ran all over the field, wearing semi-formal attires and after that lied down in the pathway. Haha. Stupid I know but it was worth the experience. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥princessngaako&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-4687330647922736734?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/4687330647922736734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=4687330647922736734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/4687330647922736734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/4687330647922736734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/07/campus-amba-experience_24.html' title='The Campus Amba Experience'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-1137144916465899752</id><published>2008-07-22T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T14:49:52.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye...</title><content type='html'>They said that there are actually good things in goodbyes, I don't know whether I'd believe it or not.&lt;br /&gt;I recently committed one of my biggest mistakes, falling for two men at the same time. My engineer for 1 year and 7 months and my mojo jojo for 3 weeks, last night, I told them everything, the facts that they're supposed to know, they loved me, believe me or not I loved them too, equally as I call it. I had a hard night, but it was even harder to wake up, I thought I was just having a bad dream, but I wasn't... I got to choose, the 1 year and 7 months relationship ended, call me stupid or what but he has to go, I don't deserve him. Well as for mojo, it was his wish to stay, though I disapprove of it I have nothing to do about it. I'm gonna tell mom everything later. It hurts like hell, but I've come to accept it, it was my fault, all my fault, but all the blaming wouldn't bring back what is lost. I have to move on, to learn from my mistakes, to grow.&lt;br /&gt;I must accept the consequences, after all, they say, that there are &lt;i&gt;actually&lt;/i&gt; good things in goodbyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥princessngaako&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-1137144916465899752?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/1137144916465899752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=1137144916465899752&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/1137144916465899752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/1137144916465899752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/07/goodbye.html' title='goodbye...'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-4864037998854188221</id><published>2008-07-16T14:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T14:26:27.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back?</title><content type='html'>Prelims id over! I actually had just 2 exams for Prelims, haha.&lt;br /&gt;]Anyways, I really don't know what to write in here, I actually have a lot of thingd in mind but I don't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;Recently:&lt;br /&gt;-I had gone wild during the Woodward Hall "initiation", ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;-I'm going home on Friday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;-I am starting to be addicted to headbands, thanks gossip girl. XD&lt;br /&gt;-I am still flunking Math, but sir Daculio is so damn hot (hope he wouldn't read this).&lt;br /&gt;-I am crushing a lot of guys, I'm not gonna spill their names here. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a lot of things really. I miss home, college is making me &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;crazier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥princessngaako&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-4864037998854188221?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/4864037998854188221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=4864037998854188221&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/4864037998854188221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/4864037998854188221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back?'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-7638992770674754412</id><published>2008-07-16T13:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T14:03:56.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i was Tagged. :)</title><content type='html'>7 Facts about ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tag from &lt;a href= http://www.frozendeep.blogspot.com/&gt; Chris &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks Chris! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. List these rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seven Facts About Me &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. I can't sleep without mosquito net on my feet. :)&lt;br /&gt;02. I can't dance, I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;03. You can't talk to me when I'm depressed or whatever, I turn to a monster.&lt;br /&gt;04. I'm mean (didn't you know that? hehe)&lt;br /&gt;05. I use London Gin to clean my face before I go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;06. I fell in the well of our school when I was in Grade 3.&lt;br /&gt;07. I have a diary, 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm tagging: &lt;a href=http://lizacastronuevo.blogspot.com/&gt; Liza, &lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href= http://lunaticduchess.com/&gt; Ate Grace, &lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=http://bunny.tear-fantasy.net/&gt; Alyssa, &lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href=http://endaymo.blogspot.com/&gt; Enday. &lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥princessngaako&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-7638992770674754412?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/7638992770674754412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=7638992770674754412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/7638992770674754412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/7638992770674754412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-was-tagged.html' title='i was Tagged. :)'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-8001794538650064589</id><published>2008-06-19T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T12:48:03.259+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><title type='text'>things I love about college</title><content type='html'>I've been earlier to school today, I had LBM and I'm sleep, and yeah I'm a "college girl".&lt;br /&gt;My life's getting a bit complicated but I'm lovin' it. I haven't been posting anything here for a while because I'm messed up. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I LOVE about being in college:&lt;br /&gt;*I'm gonna have my laptop. XD&lt;br /&gt;*I have control over my life.&lt;br /&gt;*The cute guys I always see in class, and my crush from Iraq. lol.&lt;br /&gt;*I have super nice classmates.&lt;br /&gt;*I am doing the things I really want to do!&lt;br /&gt;*I am with über cool, nice and sweet room mates.&lt;br /&gt;*I have instant ate's in the dorm.&lt;br /&gt;*and a lot more!&lt;br /&gt;Though all the homeworks, extra curricular activities, ROTC and the dreadful quizzes there a lot of things to love in college, like my crush. &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥princessngaako&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-8001794538650064589?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/8001794538650064589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=8001794538650064589&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/8001794538650064589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/8001794538650064589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/06/things-i-love-about-college.html' title='things I love about college'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-7231517218815823235</id><published>2008-06-10T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T10:28:56.875+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror'/><title type='text'>Haunted Dorm</title><content type='html'>It was 11pm, Natania, Sheena and I are wide awake, we were talking about random things, then suddenly, the door closed, all by itself. That made me transfer my bed...&lt;br /&gt;The Search for Ms. Silliman is one of the most prestigious beauty pageants in Silliman and also in Dumaguete. Years ago, a girl from Woodward Hall (girls' dormitory) joined the search and she would practice on the 3rd floor where her room is also located. She was crowned as Ms. Silliman, days after she got the crown, &lt;b&gt;she was raped, murdered and kept inside her locker in the 3rd floor.&lt;/b&gt; Until now when someone would move the mirror where she practices in the 3rd floor hallway, Ms. Silliman would visit her...Enough, did I tell you that I stay at Woodward Hall 3rd floor? And the mirror is still there... lol. Anyways, the first day of school was a blast! Minus the fact that I had a hard time looking for CM RM 1 and I have Math this pm, everything was good! New life! Haha. I have Math class at 1, I'm kinda sleepy right now, so, got to go. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥princessngaako&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-7231517218815823235?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/7231517218815823235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=7231517218815823235&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/7231517218815823235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/7231517218815823235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/06/haunted-dorm.html' title='Haunted Dorm'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-7100989348367852252</id><published>2008-06-08T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T19:31:49.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rundown</title><content type='html'>Wow, I'm now at the dorm, here's a rundown on what's happening. (:&lt;br /&gt;06-07-'08 --first night at the dorm. Everyone is sooo nice! I forgot their names though. lol.&lt;br /&gt;06-07-'08 -- woke up around 7-8, I guess. I am now eating my breakfast+lunch at McDonald's, alone. This way to depressing!&lt;br /&gt;(pm) I'm killing time! lol. I'm still alone in my room, I think my roommates will arrive here tomorrow. Oh-ehm-gee, tonight will be creepy! I hope someone will arrive today! *keeping fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;--It's already dark. I guess its already seven and I haven't eaten anything. I'm afraid to go out. I'm not hungry so I guess this is ok. I am really a college girl, seriously and it creeps me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink size= 5&gt;♥princessngaako&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-7100989348367852252?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/7100989348367852252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=7100989348367852252&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/7100989348367852252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/7100989348367852252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/06/rundown.html' title='Rundown'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-7635528381714170527</id><published>2008-06-05T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T09:28:35.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High school'/><title type='text'>Missing You...</title><content type='html'>I just woke up from my dream. Everyone knows that I'm going to be in college, and the dream made me want to go back to high school again. I don't know why but we all came back to Fellowship, it was the first day of school but we are only there for one last week then move one step forward to college. I was in my complete uniform, all of us. I am wearing &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt; my long sleeves with cravat and my red checkered skirt in black shoes and white shocks, and yeah, my pink cosè knapsack was there too, and oh, my Physics book. When I sat down I was in the back as usual and I drew something with my new Faber Castell pencil until &lt;i&gt;Breakaway&lt;/i&gt; by Kelly Clarkson started to play and I started crying, when everyone saw me they cried too, we all cried...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;then I woke up.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my sister who played Breakaway but I really missed my high school friends and life with that dream. &lt;b&gt;I do not want to go to College!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College theme song: Breakaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;here's a line&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly&lt;br /&gt;I'll do what it takes 'til I touch the sky&lt;br /&gt;I gotta make a wish take a chance make a change and breakaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the darkness and into the sun, &lt;b&gt;but I won't forget all the one's that I loved...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-7635528381714170527?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/7635528381714170527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=7635528381714170527&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/7635528381714170527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/7635528381714170527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/06/missing-you.html' title='Missing You...'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-8690005559300311264</id><published>2008-06-03T19:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T20:01:00.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Me</title><content type='html'>*I never did anything today, err, I didn't mean it literally ok? lol. I've been to luna, and blog hopping. I've been hooked to blog hopping lately! &lt;b&gt;and I've found new friends!&lt;/b&gt; haha. The proof is in my tagboard! *Look, a lot of &lt;b&gt;F R I E N D S&lt;/b&gt; (drools my eyes).&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to make tita b-girl's blog (as if I'm an expert), I'm trying to help her out, with everything I know. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;*Anyways, I watched the first episode of romantic princess today, since I am from Negros we got to watch it a day delayed, it was nice, I am going to borrow from my cousin her dvd, hopefully before classes would start so that I can watch it at home, but that's nearly impossible.&lt;br /&gt;*No one's commenting in my blog lately, though there had been a visit but it seems like &lt;b&gt;no one's been interested in reading my posts.&lt;/b&gt; :( I mean I'd be happier if someone would actually TRY to appreciate my works, oh-ehm-gee, I am totally like Princess Mia from the Princess Diaries, I told you she's ME! Minus the fact that she's a &lt;b&gt;real princess&lt;/b&gt;, me? I'm an impostor. lol.&lt;br /&gt;*In connection to the Princess Diaries, I've been reading it &lt;b&gt;again&lt;/b&gt; while watching different genres of dvd's which made my head ache.&lt;br /&gt;*I'm now choosing bra's, I mean mama is the one who is choosing, at our own store. Fascinating. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it! My day. Yeah, I never really did anything. Hahaha. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;while posting this, my boyfriend is breaking up with me. : c&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-8690005559300311264?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/8690005559300311264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=8690005559300311264&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/8690005559300311264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/8690005559300311264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/06/lazy-me.html' title='Lazy Me'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-7320365773434609666</id><published>2008-06-02T17:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T18:06:54.343+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for the first time of my blogging career, I was tagged! haha. check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I was tagged by &lt;a href=http://lizacastronuevo.blogspot.com/ &gt;Liza!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thanks Liza. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You share 8 things that your reader don't know about you. Then at the end you tag 8 other bloggers to keep the fun going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*each blogger must post the rules first.&lt;br /&gt;*each blogger starts with 8 random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;*bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.&lt;br /&gt;*at the end of your blog, you need to choose 8 people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;*don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they're tagged, and to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;01. I can't sleep without mosquito net on my feet. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bet you didn't know that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. I so love Enrique Iglesias. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;03. I'm obsessed with Abs-Cbn's teleserye's, except My Girl! &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;04. This is the first time that I'm tagged. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Thanks Liza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. I super love &lt;a href= http://purerainbow.livejournal.com/&gt;Ishy. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ask me why! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. Crying makes me feel better!&lt;br /&gt;07. I can't swim, I don't know how, WHICHEVER! lol.&lt;br /&gt;08. I also don't know to to run (?) a bike. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me share the "being tagged" experience with: &lt;a href= http://lunaticduchess.com/ &gt; ate Grace,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=http://sikretong-malupet.blogspot.com/ &gt; Jem&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=http://isteak.blogspot.com/ &gt; Jam&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href= http://missrasmia.blogspot.com/ &gt; Azz&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=http://bunny.tear-fantasy.net/ &gt; Alyssa&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=http://kaakaams.co.nr/ &gt; Kaakaams&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=http://rynishai.blogspot.com/&gt; Ishy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href= http://gelatin-sabaw.blogspot.com/&gt; Maj&lt;/a&gt;. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-7320365773434609666?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/7320365773434609666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=7320365773434609666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/7320365773434609666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/7320365773434609666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-first-time-of-my-blogging-career-i.html' title=''/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-1068650320982262340</id><published>2008-05-31T19:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T19:22:34.205+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schedule'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><title type='text'>College Fevah!</title><content type='html'>Class Schedule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWF:&lt;br /&gt;07:30-08:30am / BC 11 / AH 405&lt;br /&gt;10:00-11:00am / REL 11 / AH 206&lt;br /&gt;11:00-12:00am / PSYCH 11 / AH 212&lt;br /&gt;01:00-02:00pm / MATH 11 / SC 334&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTH:&lt;br /&gt;07:00-08:00am / COM 15 / CM PM1&lt;br /&gt;09:00-10:00am / PE 11&lt;br /&gt;01:00-02:30pm / SPCH 11 / AS 312&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;PEP 1 / 3:00-4:00pm / only on Mondays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew! That's it, my class schedule, and by the way, NSTP is every Saturday. I still can't believe that I'm gonna be in college! This is like a dream. Gawd, I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-1068650320982262340?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/1068650320982262340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=1068650320982262340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/1068650320982262340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/1068650320982262340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/05/college-fevah.html' title='College Fevah!'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-6803783297555262395</id><published>2008-05-30T18:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T18:20:20.533+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enrollment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><title type='text'>"enrolled"</title><content type='html'>I enrolled myself at Silliman yesterday- err, yeah, it wasn't really me because manang Cedes was there and she was the one who keeps on talking to people and ask directions, but I was the one who filled up the form, ofcourse, I saw the glorious moment when finally, the student in the desk stamped "enrolled" in my receipt, right at that very moment, I knew, there is no turning back, I'm gonna be a college girl and I have to stand in my two oversized foot. lol. I'm gonna post my class schedule later I guess. Hah!&lt;i&gt; College na ako! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-6803783297555262395?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/6803783297555262395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=6803783297555262395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/6803783297555262395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/6803783297555262395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/05/enrolled.html' title='&quot;enrolled&quot;'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-1490944590637617375</id><published>2008-05-27T15:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T15:51:27.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freerice.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.friendsofwfp.org/atf/cf/%7B90E7E160-957C-41E4-9FAB-87E2B662894B%7D/wfp-freerice-336x280.gif" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i played at free rice today, my vocab is bad. lol. wanna have fun or test your vocab? just click the image!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-1490944590637617375?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/1490944590637617375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=1490944590637617375&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/1490944590637617375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/1490944590637617375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-played-at-free-rice-today-my-vocab-is.html' title=''/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-5047804423080367635</id><published>2008-05-27T13:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T15:11:18.621+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Marathon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bonding'/><title type='text'>Father-Daughter Bonding</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, bonding to the max kame ni papa, as in. I saw Ryan and Kevin yesterday, yun lang lol. I bought a new dictionary at National Bookstore tapos when Papa and I went home, we bought a dozen of donuts for Divine, we pigged it out while watching Charlie and the Chipmunks @ home, look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SDuzBu64t6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/mPpbkrDQPUg/s1600-h/DSC05938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SDuzBu64t6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/mPpbkrDQPUg/s200/DSC05938.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204950636712998818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and heres our pictures last Sunday during our family bonding time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SDuznu64t7I/AAAAAAAAAEY/s7c9piSeXSQ/s1600-h/DSC05933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SDuznu64t7I/AAAAAAAAAEY/s7c9piSeXSQ/s200/DSC05933.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204951289548027826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SDuzn-64t8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/zGP_yuBAkMw/s1600-h/DSC05934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SDuzn-64t8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/zGP_yuBAkMw/s200/DSC05934.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204951293842995138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SDuzoO64t9I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pkezv_7neXA/s1600-h/DSC05926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SDuzoO64t9I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pkezv_7neXA/s200/DSC05926.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204951298137962450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;xoxo,&lt;br&gt;princessngaako&lt;/right&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-5047804423080367635?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/5047804423080367635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=5047804423080367635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/5047804423080367635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/5047804423080367635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/05/father-daughter-bonding.html' title='Father-Daughter Bonding'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/SDuzBu64t6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/mPpbkrDQPUg/s72-c/DSC05938.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-7671506515188190400</id><published>2008-05-26T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T14:48:55.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English post'/><title type='text'>I realized...</title><content type='html'>Recently, I've been totally obsessed with my blog. I would usually rant if no one would comment or if no one would visit, &lt;i&gt;I know i was wrong.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this blog to express myself and make people know me more, I made this to be an extension of myself, to tell the world that I am not what they think I am.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I don't know to whom, I've been greedy of the "fame" when in the first place I didn't deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;to the Lunatic Bloggers, &lt;/b&gt;thank you guys for bearing it with me, I know you're &lt;i&gt;quite&lt;/i&gt; irritated. lol.&lt;br /&gt;I promise that from now on, I'd be like what I was before, I write because it's my first love and I write to express my self.&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, thank you to my Creator, my Lord ang Savior for making me &lt;i&gt;realize&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;xoxo,&lt;br&gt;princessngaako&lt;/right&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-7671506515188190400?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/7671506515188190400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=7671506515188190400&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/7671506515188190400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/7671506515188190400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-realized.html' title='I realized...'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-4849030611368623919</id><published>2008-05-25T15:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T15:53:15.553+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family bonday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Family Bonding</title><content type='html'>Family bonday today. (:&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived to the mall (around 10-11) we ate our lunch at the foodcourt, the squid rings are still the best! :yum:&lt;br /&gt;Before I forgot, I bought a bag @Maldita, half the price! Haha. Best buy, I bought it before we ate at the foodcourt.&lt;br /&gt;After eating lunch, we went to National Bookstore to buy the school supplies, of my sister :p only a yellow pad, pens and pencils for me, and a small apple notebook. Then after that we wen to the comfort room. :)) err, I can't remember what happened next, :idea:we went to the supermarket and my sister ang I left mom there to go get the atm from papa, the atm is blocked! Gah! We didn't buy dvd, my books and dictionary! wtf. My mood is undescribable, I'm pissed! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;xoxo,&lt;br&gt;princessngaako&lt;/right&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-4849030611368623919?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/4849030611368623919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=4849030611368623919&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/4849030611368623919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/4849030611368623919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/05/family-bonding.html' title='Family Bonding'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-4261487239849523102</id><published>2008-05-24T13:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T13:43:43.133+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saturday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagalog post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wowowee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ms. Fitrum'/><title type='text'>I'm hungry for C O M M E N T S !</title><content type='html'>Walang masyadong mangyayari sa buhay ko ngayon. Nakakainis ngang magcomment sa blogspot kasi andaming dapat gawin. Err, pagmakita kong walang nagcomment sa mga post ko nadedepress ako! Argh!&lt;br /&gt;Bukas, pupunta daw kame ng SM, magcocollege na ako tapos gusto pa ni papa na bumili ako ng school supplies, akalain mo yun. Parang high school parin ako! lol.&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatuwa ang wowowee today. Haha. Ms. Fitrum nanaman mamaya, gugulong nanaman ako sa kakatawa. =))&lt;br /&gt;Birthday pala ngayon ng tatay ng boyfriend ko, &lt;b&gt;happy birthday tay!&lt;/b&gt; Engineer siya sa NIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;xoxo,&lt;br&gt;princessngaako&lt;/right&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-4261487239849523102?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/4261487239849523102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=4261487239849523102&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/4261487239849523102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/4261487239849523102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-hungry-for-c-o-m-m-e-n-t-s.html' title='I&apos;m hungry for C O M M E N T S !'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-2205484215547503108</id><published>2008-05-22T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T19:05:01.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CAT'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Tuesday&lt;/b&gt;-- went to school for CAT Training. Someone fainted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;-- went to Dumaguete for my scholarship interview. It went well, I think so. I felt pathethic yesterday, its in my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday&lt;/b&gt;-- I'm still in bed and I'm hopeless! I am so madly deeply in love with someone and our situation is unbearable. I can't stand this life anymore.&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that no one's commenting in my blog makes me sick. &lt;i&gt;ayaw niyo ba ng istorya ng buhay ko? :( &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color =deeppink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;xoxo,&lt;br&gt;princessngaako&lt;/right&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-2205484215547503108?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/2205484215547503108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=2205484215547503108&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/2205484215547503108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/2205484215547503108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/05/tuesday-went-to-school-for-cat-training.html' title=''/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-2484965547188796690</id><published>2008-05-21T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T17:47:33.641+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pathetic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='useless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Why us?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder why God chose our family to face all of this problems. Ewan ko, after interview of the scholarship I felt empty, I felt pathetic. Why do some kids have more than what they need while we suffer from our debts? Not to be able to eat all the foods that we want, unable to buy expensive branded clothes and why do the hell I have to apply for scholarships?! Why us when it could be someone else?&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me my Creator but I feel so alone, so pathetic, helpless. Bakit ang pamilya ko pa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= deeppink&gt; &lt;right&gt;xoxo,&lt;br&gt;princessngaako&lt;/right&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-2484965547188796690?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/2484965547188796690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=2484965547188796690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/2484965547188796690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/2484965547188796690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-us.html' title='Why us?'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-1257547271454221680</id><published>2008-05-19T19:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T19:10:11.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 3-day Challenge</title><content type='html'>Recently, I had been so extravagant with my cellphone load, and to practice saving because it's so &lt;i&gt;pura-ot&lt;/i&gt; (ilonggo word) nowadays, I decided to challenge myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;T H E C H A L L E N G E&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be able to expand the economy load (Php30) into three days.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;^I know that this is going to be hard, but I know I can do it! I'm responsible and mature! &lt;i&gt;echosera ka, tignan na natin. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;left&gt;xoxo,&lt;br&gt;princessngaako&lt;/left&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-1257547271454221680?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/1257547271454221680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=1257547271454221680&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/1257547271454221680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/1257547271454221680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/05/3-day-challenge.html' title='The 3-day Challenge'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-5211756514794484372</id><published>2008-05-19T09:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T09:21:07.884+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CAT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot guys'/><title type='text'>The Hot Guy in my Dream</title><content type='html'>CAT Training today, it's already 9 in the morning and I'm still on bed, if my papa didn't wake me up, I think I'm still having my dream. Gahh! If he didn't wake me up I might have been in the good part of my dream, the adventure would start! Tsk. Too bad. Anyways, I kissed someone in my dream! He was hot, I know him, not in person though, and I am not going to tell you who he is, hahaha. Comment in this post or ask me in person, I might tell you who he is. :))&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to the CAT Training, I'm just gonna be bored here in the house AND &lt;i&gt;I might see him!&lt;/i&gt; XD Do you know &lt;i&gt;him?&lt;/i&gt; lol. And by the way, don't mind the title in this post, it's nonsense. LMFAO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-5211756514794484372?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/5211756514794484372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=5211756514794484372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/5211756514794484372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/5211756514794484372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/05/hot-guy-in-my-dream.html' title='The Hot Guy in my Dream'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-6448425195481962497</id><published>2008-05-18T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T19:34:50.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pfftt.</title><content type='html'>Life seems to get unbearable for me, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Financial Problems -as usual it's all about money. Sometimes I envy those kids who have more than what they need. Sometimes I think that God is being unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Family Problems -if you don't have enough resources, you'll end up with family problems, that's what our family faces right at this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. My Papa -you may not be able to understand why he is a problem and it's so hard in my part to tell you why he is a problem, I guess, you'll have to meet me in person and I'd tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, those three are the &lt;b&gt;greatest factors,&lt;/b&gt; that's not all but this will be very long if I'd tell you but what makes me pathetic while writing this is the fact that from my room, &lt;i&gt;I can hear my parents fighting about money...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-6448425195481962497?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/6448425195481962497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=6448425195481962497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/6448425195481962497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/6448425195481962497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/05/pfftt.html' title='Pfftt.'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-2120194544590032863</id><published>2008-05-18T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T19:32:29.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stomach Ache</title><content type='html'>I woke up at around 4am today, I was having a stomach ache, I am having a lot of stomach aches recently and I don't know why, and that's one of the things why I still fear going into college and leave the comforts of our home. &lt;i&gt;what if i'd feel bad, who will take care of me?&lt;/i&gt; is the question that is always on my mind. The only perk in getting sick is the fact that mom is taking care of you, I have no right to be sick in college, I'm all alone and I have to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I just hope I wouldn't have a stomach ache there...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-2120194544590032863?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/2120194544590032863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=2120194544590032863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/2120194544590032863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/2120194544590032863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/05/stomach-ache.html' title='Stomach Ache'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-3848314366018883374</id><published>2008-05-17T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T15:44:51.266+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saturday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>The Lazy Saturday</title><content type='html'>Good evening! lol.&lt;br /&gt;This had been a boring day and I can't talk to the boyfriend! X( he went to the debut of his HS classmate (Hawaiian is the theme) and its getting late! Gaahh! I act like mom. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I would like to thank &lt;b&gt;Ishy&lt;/b&gt; for fixing my blog (placing the comment feature to be exact), I never thought she'd do it, &lt;i&gt;meron pa palang mga mababait sa mundo.&lt;/i&gt; lol. Thank you Ishy, i love you, someday, if you need me, I will be there, &lt;i&gt;ang drama ko,&lt;/i&gt; thank you so much. (Ishy is also known as Rain, but I love Ishy more XD). CAT training for the new cadet applicants will be on Monday and I'd be there! &lt;I&gt;officer din ako eh!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family (specifically mom and I) is still facing a lot of problems, &lt;b&gt;financial problems&lt;/b&gt; to be exact, but I know that we can do this and I'd get the scholarship! (interview will be this Wednesday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life for me isn't that boring after all. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;--&lt;b&gt;Francis&lt;/b&gt; wala ko may masulat parte simu. Sh*t ka. Joke. Peace ya.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-3848314366018883374?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/3848314366018883374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=3848314366018883374&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/3848314366018883374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/3848314366018883374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/05/lazy-saturday.html' title='The Lazy Saturday'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-4568751355206559850</id><published>2008-05-16T20:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T20:13:55.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dinner</title><content type='html'>Mama and I ate our dinner together, papa didn't eat his. I know the problems my mama is facing right now, MSE (a direct selling company) called earlier this evening and told mama that her account is closed and she has to settle her account immediately tomorrow morning. She has to pay 6k+ but its not the only problem, it just added to a lot of problems from her debts to her sisters who keeps on asking her to pay them immediately to my college tuition fee.&lt;br /&gt;She was crying while eating dinner, and I really couldn't stand looking at her.&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, I know our Creator wouldn't let us down, I hope my mother together with my prayers survive these trials.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-4568751355206559850?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/4568751355206559850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=4568751355206559850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/4568751355206559850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/4568751355206559850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/05/dinner.html' title='The Dinner'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-4484558434652734977</id><published>2008-05-16T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T01:17:03.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stronger than Yesterday</title><content type='html'>Boyfie visited my blog! &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;Kaninang umaga lang, haha. Kaya lang tinanong niya kung bakit kelangan kung i-post ang pic kung naka swimsuit. Lol. I'll edit it tomorrow. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, going back to the title before, some of my friends here in the net know that I applied for scholarships, I went to Silliman last Wednesday (May 14) to pass my requirements to the registrar for the academic scholarship, they speak a different language there, Cebuano, and in my place we speak Ilonggo, and I really don't know how to speak Cebuano so I spoke English, she (the position next to the registrar)told me to take a seat in Cebuano, and I didnt understand! Thank God the working student told me to sit (she pointed the chair) and the "she" talked to me in Cebuano eventhough I told her once that I couldn't understand her! And without any luck I had this wrong part of my letter, I am not a master in writing formal letters, they make me sick, and she'd like humiliated me and told me that I should know HOW to write a letter, I was teary-eyed the whole time, I would have burst into tears in front of her, but I remembered what I learned from my school, God gives you trials to make you stronger, I know I'll face a lot of "she" my entire life ang I have to face them in order to succeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-4484558434652734977?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/4484558434652734977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=4484558434652734977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/4484558434652734977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/4484558434652734977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/05/stronger-than-yesterday.html' title='Stronger than Yesterday'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-586906024909911679</id><published>2008-05-16T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T00:59:46.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Raining Men!</title><content type='html'>It's raining!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it was days ago when it started to rain. XD&lt;br /&gt;kuya kim from TV Patrol said that summer is about to end, i don't know if I would be happy or sad, I miss school but the fact that I am going into a school miles away from home feels bad. Anyways, I am still editing my blog which makes it a total mess, no cbox neither the option to comment, minsan lang kasi ako ginaganahan eh. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-586906024909911679?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/586906024909911679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=586906024909911679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/586906024909911679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/586906024909911679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-raining-men.html' title='It&apos;s Raining Men!'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-3677153804294187966</id><published>2008-05-13T17:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T17:53:10.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no write!</title><content type='html'>whew!&lt;br /&gt;ang tagal na ah.&lt;br /&gt;salamat sa mga taong patuloy paring bumibisita ko sa 50-50 kong blog. XD&lt;br /&gt;nothings exciting with my life right now, i'm still waiting for the announcement of the scholarship, please pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still busy with Lunatic, malapit nanag mag 5K ang post ko (yippeeeeeee!.&lt;br /&gt;yun lang muna, wala na akong maisip eh.&lt;br /&gt;next time nalang ulit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-3677153804294187966?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/3677153804294187966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=3677153804294187966&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/3677153804294187966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/3677153804294187966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/05/long-time-no-write.html' title='long time no write!'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-2115024831560526141</id><published>2008-04-29T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T17:01:42.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature in Our Hands</title><content type='html'>April 27 (Sunday)--the exact time when i wrote this article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 5:30 am, sweat was trickling off my face, I was wearing my pajamas that time, and I am not using electric fan by that time, I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t stand the heat any longer! Stop telling me about summer, I know it is summer but did you also know that it is still 5:30 in the morning by that time?! Last summer, I still have a blanket at 5:30! In case you didn’t know, this is one of the disastrous effects of global warming; now here’s a part from my 4th year research paper for you to understand more on global warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Global warming is the term used to describe a gradual increase in the average temperature of the Earth's atmosphere and its oceans, a change that is believed to be permanently changing the Earth’s climate forever.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know what you are thinking,&lt;br /&gt;“so what?” in case you didn’t know global warming is also caused by you, not just by big companies of factories, here’s another part of my research paper.&lt;br /&gt;Global Warming is caused by aerosols, &lt;b&gt;perfumes&lt;/b&gt;, air conditioning machines, freezers, refrigerators, and other cooling agents release chlorofluorocarbons (CFCs) into the air.&lt;br /&gt;So now you know why you play a major part in this problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to make this post too long, my point is global warming will not be solved just by the government; WE have to take part on it! We play a major role in saving our environment.&lt;br /&gt;I call on to you; the youth who will be inheriting Mother Earth let us spread the environmental awareness in our siblings, parents, family, relatives and friends.&lt;br /&gt;To the government, I wish you will make a move before it’s too late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope and pray that we could all realize that nature is in our hands…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-2115024831560526141?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/2115024831560526141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=2115024831560526141&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/2115024831560526141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/2115024831560526141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/04/nature-in-our-hands.html' title='Nature in Our Hands'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-4092195361598188671</id><published>2008-04-20T21:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T21:23:30.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new page layout</title><content type='html'>Weee! I know you saw the new layout.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you love it? Thanks to my blog &lt;strong&gt;queen Leigh!&lt;/strong&gt; I love her. I am her blog slave. Haha. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Let’s talk about my weekend. It had been very fun! Not really “that” fun. &lt;em&gt;Basta!&lt;/em&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt; Went to my grandparents’ house at Tongo, I really really love the place, that’s where I grew up and became a &lt;del&gt;lady&lt;/del&gt; (laughs), that’s where I spent most of my childhood days and ofcourse &lt;strong&gt;my summer&lt;/strong&gt;. What’s new at Tongo? Well, our dog named Jaja gave birth to three new puppies namely &lt;em&gt;Muffin, Cupcake and Cheesecake &lt;/em&gt;:yum: XD&lt;br /&gt;Kakatuwa naman. I also captured a lot of flower pictures (I hope I have time to post it).&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I really have to end this post na, because I’d be power posting @Lunaticforum.com. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-4092195361598188671?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/4092195361598188671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=4092195361598188671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/4092195361598188671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/4092195361598188671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-page-layout.html' title='new page layout'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-115102689440534497</id><published>2008-04-18T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T14:30:45.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Financial Problems</title><content type='html'>I love blogging but before, I hate blogging, its not that I hated writing but because &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I still love writing in my diary,&lt;/span&gt; but when financial problems came and I didn’t know how to help my mom, I started to create my blog…&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friends in Lunatic, and my closest friends know this, my mom is having a hard time sending me to college next school year, the main reason why I started this blog is to earn, to be able to help her, even just for my allowance, I stopped bugging her about the laptop she promised me, seeing my mother every night thinking about the expenses she’s going to pay the next day makes me feel bad, really bad.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to Silliman, one of the most expensive schools and I wanna help her one way or another, so to those compassionate souls, you can actually help me! You can click all the advertisements in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to those poor souls who keep on listening to me, who keeps on giving me advices, to those who give comments and to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;, who reads my blog and is always there to support me in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, I love you and God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-115102689440534497?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/115102689440534497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=115102689440534497&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/115102689440534497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/115102689440534497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/04/financial-problems.html' title='Financial Problems'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-8344378906605880303</id><published>2008-04-18T14:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T14:29:01.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Eventless Life</title><content type='html'>OMG! My life is so eventless. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I really don’t have something to tell you my &lt;del&gt;avid readers.&lt;/del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before you’d stop reading this pathetic post, I would like to thank those who keeps reading my posts (here in my blog, ofcourse) and those who keeps on giving me suggestions, I never thought that I’d feel this much contentment, it makes me feel good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-8344378906605880303?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/8344378906605880303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=8344378906605880303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/8344378906605880303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/8344378906605880303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-eventless-life.html' title='My Eventless Life'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-6792861320073113064</id><published>2008-04-16T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T20:30:46.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>Enrollment is getting nearer but my problems gets bigger and bigger everyday!&lt;br /&gt;Life seems to be unbearable for me, the bestfriend, and the boring summer days... I wanna go back to school! Argh! I‘d rather face my assignments than this one, I don’t want this to get worse, but I know that she’s the problem, I want her to clear her mind and realize that I was still her friend after all this things, she may call my blog boring and call me plastic I wouldn’t give a damn, I love her with every fiber of my being but I don’t want to ask for her forgiveness because it wasn’t my fault, this is like Luanne Jones’ Heathen Girls book, oh my.&lt;br /&gt;Things are actually getting worse, all my life, since we’ve been friends I am always the “mapagkumbaba”, I am always the one who give ways for us to be back on track, but I had enough, I think it’s now her time to prove me that she is my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You have to accept whatever comes and the only important thing is that you meet it with courage and with the best that you have to give.” –Eleanor Roosevelt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-6792861320073113064?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/6792861320073113064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=6792861320073113064&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/6792861320073113064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/6792861320073113064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-3720214549768287393</id><published>2008-04-15T16:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T17:04:48.427+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>The Dreamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Shoot for the moon, even if you miss, you’ll land among the stars.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a dreamer, I love having dreams and making dreams, but I am the kind of dreamer where I stay awake to reach those dreams; I don’t want them to be dreams forever.&lt;br /&gt;Being an outstanding student was a dream come true for me, I always thought that I was the failure of the family. That I will never be awarded for something, but last Sunday night, April 13, 2008 I went up the stage with my proud mother awarded as most outstanding student of region VI. It was a glorious moment for me, seeing my teachers, tita Erle and the others amazed on what I have reached. No words can explain how happy I was top be recognized all my hard works paid of, in a single night and a few minutes up on stage.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank to thank those who supported me, my fellow Lunatics, especially to ate Xyla and ate Felisa, thank you for the support, everyone at Lunatic, thank you for lifting me up when I’d feel down.&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends, thank you for always being there.&lt;br /&gt;To my discouragers, whew! Thank for discouraging me! You inspired me to be where I am now. Thank you so much.&lt;br /&gt;To all those that I have hurt, sorry, to those that I have inspired, gee that’s flattering, to all the boys out there, no thanks I’m taken. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I still have a lot of years to prove my worth and to see what I can reach but this is the start, I know that someday, I’d be able to reach all my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you my Creator for the blessings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-3720214549768287393?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/3720214549768287393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=3720214549768287393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/3720214549768287393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/3720214549768287393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/04/dreamer.html' title='The Dreamer'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-5699503747082512438</id><published>2008-04-10T21:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T21:34:39.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Online Home</title><content type='html'>Aside from my new blog, my home in the net would be Lunatic Forum.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve known this insane site when I was thread-hopping at Teentalk and I saw “x-y’s” signature and followed the link, then, &lt;i&gt;I fell in love at first sight. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never imagined that there was such a place, the people I met there are one of a kind, genuine friends, always there for me when I’d feel bad, and my ate’s, sisters and twins’ who are always there to support me all the way, to make me smile and happy.&lt;br /&gt;Being at lunatic makes me leave the real world and travel to somewhere else. A world where there are no problems, heart aches and school, only a world where people are insane, happy and contented with what they have.&lt;br /&gt;No words can explain my happiness when other people would visit my Insanity Ward Thread, when someone would give me kudos or when someone would appreciate what I did for them.&lt;br /&gt;Life would never be the same without them, at the end of a bad day, a 30-minute stay at Lunatic is enough to brighten up my day.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to dedicate this post to my fellow Lunatics, ate Xylita, lolo Weirdo, Ate Grace, My twin Princess, The Lunatic Kagandahans, the Adiks, everyone at Lunatic who are always there for me through thick and thin.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Life wouldn’t be the same without you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-5699503747082512438?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/5699503747082512438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=5699503747082512438&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/5699503747082512438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/5699503747082512438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-online-home.html' title='My Online Home'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-8482250152944563290</id><published>2008-04-10T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T17:14:21.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Sentiments</title><content type='html'>School’s over but the controversies are still following me.&lt;br /&gt;Just like a celebrity huh?&lt;br /&gt;Well think again.&lt;br /&gt;In this post I’m gonna reveal my school’s stinky secrets.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the people whom I trusted my education, which I thought would be fair enough to help a poor soul are all plastics, hiding behind the mask of education to gain more money.&lt;br /&gt;Aren’t you ashamed of you people?&lt;br /&gt;After all these years I thought you looked like money. Don’t you have your dignity intact? I am so ashamed of you! I tried my best to fight for you, to tell all the people around me that you are not what they think you are, but I was wrong!&lt;br /&gt;This is like the good old days of Rizal where the freedom and fairness is deprived from the poor! That is what is happening to Fellowship Baptist School, you just give attention to those who have enough money to repair the classrooms or to donate electric fans.&lt;br /&gt;As a journalist I was deprived of the right to tell the truth, whether you people would admit it or not I was ranked number three as outstanding student, she was just ranked number five! Why didn’t you give me the chance to publish it to the paper, to give due credits to people who must receive it.&lt;br /&gt;Shame on you!&lt;br /&gt;You all looked like money, someday, I’m gonna buy you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-8482250152944563290?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/8482250152944563290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=8482250152944563290&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/8482250152944563290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/8482250152944563290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/04/about-felloship-baptist-school-of.html' title='School Sentiments'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-2051182138266968570</id><published>2008-04-09T17:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T17:27:19.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Prophecy</title><content type='html'>“kriiiiiiiiiing!”&lt;br /&gt;“hello, good morning,” was my sleepy greeting to a caller at 10 am, I finished work last night at one, y’know being a broadcaster is hard, doing all this stuff and that.&lt;br /&gt;“ma’am, this is Sharlene from the lifestyle magazine, I am going to interview you for our paper,” said the excited tone of the journalist&lt;br /&gt;“oh sure. When can we meet?”&lt;br /&gt;“can we meet at the afternoon ma’am? At the coffee shop you own ate the Fort”&lt;br /&gt;“that will be nice, see you then.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Five years after graduation, I am now a professional broadcaster, as they call me, winning the Ms. Universe title 3 years ago had really changed my life, I am now 26 and lovin’ my life. I have a business and a job. Is life really complete?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“good afternoon ma’am. I am going to interview you for the December edition of the lifestyle magazine.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“all the people know that you are now successful in your chosen career and that you have a good business, do you still have a dream?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“well, yes I am successful, and a thank God for it, but I still have a few dreams left, and I’m gonna reach for it!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“can you share us that dream ma’am?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“first, I would like to be a PRISAAP Youth Congress speaker, I was one of those kids who are always present in congresses, and when I heard Mr. Onofre give his speech I started to dream that someday I will be one too! Another dream will be the next woman president of the Philippines, I always wanted to make a difference and I strongly believe that leading had been my call… so I think, I few years from now, I’m gonna run for presidency.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“a very good dream ma’am, I hope that you will succeed, our country needs a leader like you. Ma’am, I heard that you are going this afternoon to Thailand to be the judge to the Ms. Universe Pageant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“thank you very much, I hope that our countrymen would give me that chance to lead them. Yes I am going after this interview, I have heard that this is the most prestigious pageant ever and I am so excited though I know that it will be a tough job!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“so ma’am, can you give an inspiring message? To our reader’s who have waited for this issue.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“well, uhm, thank you very much for all your support and just keep on praying, miracle scan still happen in the Philipines, with God nothing is impossible for us. God bless us all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the end of the interview, I am now seated in the plane to Thailand when I started to feel that something is wrong and all the passengers, the plane is crashing!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“calm down! Calm down! Please take you seat, things are under control!” said the flight stewardess tried to tell us,, but every one was panicking, including me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“aaaaaaahhhhhhhh! Heeeellllllllpp!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“precious! Precious! Wake up!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was my mom waking me up because she can hear me shouting. Good thing it was just a dream, but I know someday I will be able to have that crown and to be featured in a magazine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-2051182138266968570?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/2051182138266968570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=2051182138266968570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/2051182138266968570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/2051182138266968570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/04/self-prophecy.html' title='Self Prophecy'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-8033015767618046239</id><published>2008-04-07T19:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T17:10:56.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Officially Starts!</title><content type='html'>Remember how I ranted and cursed about my summer?&lt;br /&gt;I changed my mind. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/R_okXPjNWcI/AAAAAAAAACg/T66n3q2DxVM/s1600-h/DSC05208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/R_okXPjNWcI/AAAAAAAAACg/T66n3q2DxVM/s200/DSC05208.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186497902600346050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/R_okX_jNWeI/AAAAAAAAACw/vnhvO7gx2No/s1600-h/DSC05230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/R_okX_jNWeI/AAAAAAAAACw/vnhvO7gx2No/s200/DSC05230.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186497915485247970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/R_okXvjNWdI/AAAAAAAAACo/1t_JfxkKsiA/s1600-h/DSC05210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/R_okXvjNWdI/AAAAAAAAACo/1t_JfxkKsiA/s200/DSC05210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186497911190280658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/R_okYPjNWfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-RCGtIIrURI/s1600-h/DSC05231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/R_okYPjNWfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-RCGtIIrURI/s200/DSC05231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186497919780215282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sexy meh!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. that's me in my pink 2 piece sa pool, sa sauna and sa shower room. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/R_oeTPjNWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/W4MlHvfDxDs/s1600-h/DSC05155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/R_oeTPjNWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/W4MlHvfDxDs/s200/DSC05155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186491236811102578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/R_oeT_jNWYI/AAAAAAAAACA/sTatFmhC7vo/s1600-h/DSC05163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/R_oeT_jNWYI/AAAAAAAAACA/sTatFmhC7vo/s200/DSC05163.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186491249696004482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/R_oeT_jNWZI/AAAAAAAAACI/B4iRmrxL8XU/s1600-h/DSC05292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/R_oeT_jNWZI/AAAAAAAAACI/B4iRmrxL8XU/s200/DSC05292.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186491249696004498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/R_oeUPjNWaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WEEmHF9_JBM/s1600-h/DSC05294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/R_oeUPjNWaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WEEmHF9_JBM/s200/DSC05294.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186491253990971810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/R_oeUPjNWbI/AAAAAAAAACY/vVONI482wuI/s1600-h/DSC05293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/R_oeUPjNWbI/AAAAAAAAACY/vVONI482wuI/s200/DSC05293.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186491253990971826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beauty of Punta Villa Resort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-8033015767618046239?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/8033015767618046239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=8033015767618046239&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/8033015767618046239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/8033015767618046239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/04/summer-officially-starts.html' title='Summer Officially Starts!'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/R_okXPjNWcI/AAAAAAAAACg/T66n3q2DxVM/s72-c/DSC05208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-4039944724405342959</id><published>2008-04-07T19:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T17:23:57.584+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><title type='text'>My High School Graduation</title><content type='html'>Before anything else, I would like to start my entry with a poem I made for my co-journalists at our school paper, &lt;i&gt; The Fellowship Gem, &lt;/i&gt; that’s where I met my closest friends all throughout my high school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adieu &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years had gone so fast,&lt;br /&gt;And I want to make memories last.&lt;br /&gt;The pen had been my might,&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love at first write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what would happen next,&lt;br /&gt;Or if I need to hex,&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I’d do my best&lt;br /&gt;For God and for the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll run the race not for the prize&lt;br /&gt;But for God who made me rise,&lt;br /&gt;Because of Him I’ alive&lt;br /&gt;And for him is my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you gems for being there.&lt;br /&gt;And to Athena who gave care.&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget where I started&lt;br /&gt;Until I get mentally retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you gems,&lt;br /&gt;That I’ll always feel,&lt;br /&gt;Rise and shine we will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PICTURES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/R_yJUPjNWgI/AAAAAAAAADA/fsIDGHtqgBc/s1600-h/03252008416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/R_yJUPjNWgI/AAAAAAAAADA/fsIDGHtqgBc/s200/03252008416.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187171851688565250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me with Gerby during our graduation, we are taking pictures the whole time! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/R_yJU_jNWhI/AAAAAAAAADI/abodKULW5Mc/s1600-h/03252008417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/R_yJU_jNWhI/AAAAAAAAADI/abodKULW5Mc/s200/03252008417.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187171864573467154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with MJ and Camille.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/R_yJVPjNWiI/AAAAAAAAADQ/poZgNgwhY5w/s1600-h/03252008426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/R_yJVPjNWiI/AAAAAAAAADQ/poZgNgwhY5w/s200/03252008426.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187171868868434466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/R_yJVvjNWjI/AAAAAAAAADY/RqfzmgtvwIA/s1600-h/03252008429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/R_yJVvjNWjI/AAAAAAAAADY/RqfzmgtvwIA/s200/03252008429.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187171877458369074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-4039944724405342959?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/4039944724405342959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=4039944724405342959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/4039944724405342959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/4039944724405342959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-high-school-graduation.html' title='My High School Graduation'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/R_yJUPjNWgI/AAAAAAAAADA/fsIDGHtqgBc/s72-c/03252008416.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-8075841750733837044</id><published>2008-04-05T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T23:06:22.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Saturday.</title><content type='html'>I think i'm gonna do this first before the title, because I really have no idea on what this post would be all about.&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun today, because today is san vicente's fiesta (a celebration in a barangay), i had eaten too much, i think. Haha. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Glen left lunatic which really makes me so so sad :[ he'd been one of my closest friends there, Eugene gwapo is still ignoring me, my closest boy friends are leaving me. :[&lt;br /&gt;on the brighter side, &lt;i&gt; my summer will officially start tomorrow! &lt;/i&gt; me, with the family will be going to be at punta bulata tomorrow in celebration of tito benjie's birthday (last year we went to Dumaguete). I'll post pics, I promise. [:&lt;br /&gt;For now, i have to sleep because i have to wake up early tomorrow for the trip.&lt;br /&gt;God bless everyone! [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-8075841750733837044?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/8075841750733837044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=8075841750733837044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/8075841750733837044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/8075841750733837044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-think-im-gonna-do-this-first-before.html' title='My Saturday.'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-9163600952333180355</id><published>2008-04-04T11:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T11:47:32.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>collegephobia XD</title><content type='html'>Just took a bath. Things between mom and I are getting better and I’m trying to prepare myself for the next level (the preparation includes memorizing the multiplication and periodic table).&lt;br /&gt;In case you didn’t know, I am the salutatorian of FBS and I am poor at Math, I have this fear inside me that they might criticize me and I also might humiliate my school when I would perform poorly. &lt;br /&gt;I will be in another world soon, outside my comfort zone and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I have to face these challenges ALONE, &lt;/span&gt;without my mama and papa, without my teachers, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;but God is with me,&lt;/span&gt; I know I can make it through!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-9163600952333180355?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/9163600952333180355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=9163600952333180355&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/9163600952333180355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/9163600952333180355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/04/collegephobia-xd.html' title='collegephobia XD'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-3160607205611198518</id><published>2008-04-03T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T10:00:15.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good morning sunshine?</title><content type='html'>what’s so good about the morning? Shet! &lt;br /&gt;I can’t get out of the house,&lt;br /&gt;I’m stuck here with the TV, computer, cell phone and a good book, &lt;br /&gt;can my summer get any better? &lt;br /&gt;I am so freaking pissed!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that’s it, I am a talentless writer with nothing interesting to write, OMG, my life is so eventless, so boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I am so pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-3160607205611198518?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/3160607205611198518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=3160607205611198518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/3160607205611198518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/3160607205611198518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-morning-sunshine.html' title='good morning sunshine?'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-4891936734742724529</id><published>2008-04-02T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T18:32:18.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my love for books</title><content type='html'>This blogging thingy is fun XD&lt;br /&gt;It makes my mind work, but here’s the revelation, believe it or not I write everything first in my diary before transferring it here, I know I’m weird. XP&lt;br /&gt;Going back on the original post I composed in my head-slash-on my diary too, I can’t remember when I started my love for reading (almost anything under the sun). A friend once asked me why do I still read books when eventually all it would be shown on the big screen, that’s where I began to ponder things…&lt;br /&gt;Why do I really love to read books? &lt;br /&gt;At first, I don’t know why!&lt;br /&gt;I once read a books and the watched it in the big screen, then I realized that reading and watching are way two different things. Though I also love watching movies, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;there is magic on reading books,&lt;/span&gt; magic, which I can’t describe to you but I assure you, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;that magic makes me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-4891936734742724529?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/4891936734742724529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=4891936734742724529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/4891936734742724529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/4891936734742724529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-love-for-books.html' title='my love for books'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595056790314167436.post-105018669817841101</id><published>2008-04-02T14:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T14:55:35.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"your bestfriend is your best enemy"</title><content type='html'>We were friends since first year high school, we always fight but not as severe &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(had a hard time looking for the right word)&lt;/span&gt; as this one.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if i have to step down and swallow my pride, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;again,&lt;/span&gt; or let her move first.&lt;br /&gt;it would be hard without her, but I think I would love the space, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;we both need this,&lt;/span&gt; i think. it was her fault anyway!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595056790314167436-105018669817841101?l=princessngaako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/feeds/105018669817841101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3595056790314167436&amp;postID=105018669817841101&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/105018669817841101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595056790314167436/posts/default/105018669817841101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessngaako.blogspot.com/2008/04/your-bestfriend-is-your-best-enemy.html' title='&quot;your bestfriend is your best enemy&quot;'/><author><name>princessngaako</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973163283274752927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42Lar2BVAg/Su7KfDMgJkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPl2a44Npk0/S220/vain+01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
