<?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-9748462</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:20:20.028-07:00</updated><category term='haberday pato'/><category term='march'/><category term='xmas eve &apos;07'/><category term=':('/><category term='onto summer'/><category term='drab summer'/><category term='pars dey'/><category term='A104'/><category term='2007'/><category term='wob'/><category term='dragon b*tch'/><category term='ika-labing-isa ng kasiyahan'/><category term='*no yawn*'/><title type='text'>-*twisted tales of the xtrordnarynixx-*</title><subtitle type='html'>the girl had grace, distinction. her face was not notably pretty; yet she had a tantalizing charm, all the more compelling because it was an inner quality, an achievement of the spirit. the lure was the of naturalness, of an alert vitality of mind and body, of a thoughtful, sunny temper, and of piquant perverseness which is sauce to charm. - "dead stars", p.m. benitez</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>260</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-5857718832108331996</id><published>2008-06-23T23:21:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T23:29:12.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*adjustments et. al.</title><content type='html'>i'm now adjusting to a lot of changes lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, who doesn't? everybody has to, everybody does.. this time, i think i'm the one with the biggest adjustment issues. new uniform, new environment, new people. lots of people think that it's hard. well, it sure is. but the thing is, if you just have this person (or thing, rather) that'll help you with your insanity fits.. everything's gonna be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;change nikki, change.. evolve nikki, evolve.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sure will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, &lt;strong&gt;it's like just a few months 'til our 2nd anniversary&lt;/strong&gt;.♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the world.♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-5857718832108331996?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/5857718832108331996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=5857718832108331996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/5857718832108331996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/5857718832108331996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2008/06/adjustments-et-al_23.html' title='*adjustments et. al.'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-9073593271495208250</id><published>2008-05-19T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T05:12:41.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thought tidbits</title><content type='html'>this summer has been the busiest, although still wasn't able to fulfill the dumb-beach-summer, i did get to burn a lot of calories. (uh, is anybody reading this? haha :p) as in a LOT. hahaha. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frustrating that the blog code is still mussed up. pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've realized that i've made mistakes, i mean lots of them; and yet there are those people whom i may ave thought to be those to help me with &lt;i&gt;issues&lt;/i&gt;.. unfortunately, they were made of problems themselves. thing is, there is the underlying fact that you just have to make mistakes (well, not always.. duh)in order to learn from them and next time get to avoid things like those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. i can be such a loser sometimes. :P thing is, there are more losers out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love rob. i mean, like everybody knows that, but y'know, it hasn't been like this since i-don't-remember-days. he gives me substance. he keeps me grounded. and contemplates my existence by just being there.. being the rob i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm transferring!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the world.&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-9073593271495208250?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/9073593271495208250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=9073593271495208250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/9073593271495208250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/9073593271495208250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2008/05/thought-tidbits.html' title='thought tidbits'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-3779163078193707717</id><published>2008-04-02T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T18:18:15.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*never find a love like this*</title><content type='html'>surely, nobody won't. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer lahveeng, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tagal naman xc muwi. :(*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-560605440101911426</id><published>2008-03-27T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T16:14:56.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*boing*</title><content type='html'>another summer's day.&lt;br /&gt;another boring, hot day.&lt;br /&gt;can i last another day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course.&lt;br /&gt;last night was hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-560605440101911426?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-7165608505915213</id><published>2008-03-16T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T16:49:06.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow, summer's nearing. i can just feel it.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i get out of the house, i can just smell the narra trees in bloom. although the trees are obviously a street away from ours, its there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer sun has never been this bright and warm since the i-don't-recall-days, and summer nights are just to die for. ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am constantly making changes, alterations in my life that i never thought were possible. maybe it's part of life. and maybe it isn't. but someday i'll know why i had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's natural to miss people, now isn't it? but you can't mope in missing all the time. although keeping yourself preoccupied is the best therapy for it. so far, i am happy with what life has for me.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm itching for a job once again. but call centers aren't an option as for now. argh. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, that won't keep me from being myself.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the world.&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-7165608505915213?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/7165608505915213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=7165608505915213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/7165608505915213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/7165608505915213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2008/03/wow-summers-nearing.html' title=''/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-4122295047173479357</id><published>2008-03-13T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T01:33:35.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeeeh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooner or later, i'll be getting my sanity back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who am i, nikki in progress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, we get to make risks that we can never be too sure if it were right or wrong, but at least, whatever comes out of it, we should learn from them. basically, i did.. and this time, with a little cleaning up (which is also in progress), i'll pull through. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, look.. i'm blogging again! whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the world.&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-4122295047173479357?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/4122295047173479357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=4122295047173479357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/4122295047173479357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/4122295047173479357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2008/03/yeeeh.html' title=''/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-1118200406610138407</id><published>2008-03-06T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T18:59:19.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>i'll miss being a cream puff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just yesterday, i bought myself a pack of those chocolate lovers' choco chip cookies..i loved them, but couldn't down them all with just one c2. later, they tasted rather funny.. suddenly, i didn't like them, just like that. love's like that.. sometimes you want the best of it,then when you have it, you just lose interest. it's not that you get tired of it, just a hiatus from it. but doesn't mean that you don't want it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when i'm being rushed.. pfft... women's day, schwomen's day.. arrrgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love brandon boyd. PURIBER. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm half-sane, half-depressed.oh gawd. medicine isn't enough. i lost my afternoon agenda just by being stupid. i dunno if i'll ever get it back. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could really turn back time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-1118200406610138407?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/1118200406610138407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=1118200406610138407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/1118200406610138407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/1118200406610138407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-7944524780479088125</id><published>2008-02-29T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T18:38:46.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*the scientist*</title><content type='html'>Come up to meet you, tell you Im sorry&lt;br /&gt;You dont know how lovely you are&lt;br /&gt;I had to find you, tell you I need you&lt;br /&gt;Tell you I set you apart&lt;br /&gt;Tell me your secrets, and ask me your questions&lt;br /&gt;Oh lets go back to the start&lt;br /&gt;Running in circles, coming up tails&lt;br /&gt;Heads on a silence apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;Oh its such a shame for us to part&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;No one ever said that it would be this hard&lt;br /&gt;Oh take me back to the start&lt;br /&gt;I was just guessing at numbers and figures&lt;br /&gt;Pulling your puzzles apart&lt;br /&gt;Questions of science, science and progress&lt;br /&gt;Do not speak as loud as my heart&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you love me, come back and haunt me&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I rush to the start&lt;br /&gt;Running in circles, chasing our tails&lt;br /&gt;Coming back as we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;Oh its such a shame for us to part&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;No one ever said it would be so hard&lt;br /&gt;Im going back to the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ooh ooh ooh ooh ohh (x4)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-7944524780479088125?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/7944524780479088125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=7944524780479088125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/7944524780479088125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/7944524780479088125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2008/02/scientist.html' title='*the scientist*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-7941615015210620002</id><published>2008-02-14T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T15:45:05.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...♥</title><content type='html'>15th.. partay time. just marvelous. would you believe? i still don't. haha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, i'll do a little reformatting.. hehe.ü&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;love the world.&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-7941615015210620002?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/7941615015210620002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=7941615015210620002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/7941615015210620002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/7941615015210620002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='...♥'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-9146247138835078378</id><published>2008-01-26T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T09:58:07.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..tralala</title><content type='html'>in ennui. in stress. in pressure. in everything from stiff necks to asthma attacks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can still be &lt;br /&gt;a cream puff. &lt;br /&gt;a princess. &lt;br /&gt;padme naberrie amidala. &lt;br /&gt;a darling.&lt;br /&gt;a luau princess even if i can still be as childish as i can be.&lt;br /&gt;a writer.&lt;br /&gt;an ice cream and chocolate wacko.&lt;br /&gt;in love.&lt;br /&gt;nikki estrada.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-9146247138835078378?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/9146247138835078378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=9146247138835078378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/9146247138835078378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/9146247138835078378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2008/01/tralala.html' title='..tralala'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-772981970412571600</id><published>2007-12-30T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T09:01:27.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*31st*</title><content type='html'>this'll be the post for tomorrow.. hehe..ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love 2007, and it will soon be a fragment of the many memories i'll keep. the  year supplied me with lots of emotions that were really memorable. there were lots of misunderstandings but still had the drive to fix them immediately. there were the super twins who now consider us untouchable. school days. coping days. super-broke days. mothsary days. 1st anniversary day. happy days. all of those were just wonderful.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time, i'll really strive to be happy.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lots of decisions shall still be made. patience, patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for 2007. Ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-772981970412571600?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/772981970412571600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=772981970412571600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/772981970412571600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/772981970412571600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2007/12/31st.html' title='*31st*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-3909443171637336724</id><published>2007-12-23T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T12:46:30.958-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xmas eve &apos;07'/><title type='text'>*blah*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you pick up the pieces, and the magic is lost..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wlalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, it's the 24th.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagechef.com/ic/poem/" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img src="http://cdnll.img1.imagechef.com/w/071223/samp9d804a6f7ef313eb.gif" alt="Visual Poetry - ImageChef.com"/&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTExOTgzMTYzMzUyNDgmcHQ9MTE5ODMxNjM1ODA*MSZwPTExOTMxJmQ9Jm49.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm showing myself some love, for a change.. sometimes, it gets complicated when you love a lot of people then you tend to forget yourself.. then you blame them in the end for not getting enough. tut-tut, royalty, the world is yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lacked a lot of love lately for myself, and i still lacked to those who expected more from me.. i'm sorry, i so am.. but sometimes, things don't and can't always be the way we want them to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna make rob stick with the haircut at least until later than january 2nd.. heeheehee :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the holidays.. always did, always will.♥&lt;br /&gt;love the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-3909443171637336724?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/3909443171637336724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=3909443171637336724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/3909443171637336724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/3909443171637336724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2007/12/blah.html' title='*blah*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-1255205611049891566</id><published>2007-12-19T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T19:52:57.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*blankey*</title><content type='html'>wla lang, blank kase eh. mgugulat ka kasi ngaun din lang naman aku ng post ng purong filipino. wala kasi sa sistema ku ang galing sa pagulat sa filipino.. baluktot aku mgfilipino, pero eto na nga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa hinaba-haba ng biyahe papuntang recto sa tren, ngaun ku lang naramdaman ung pakiramdam na mag-isa lang aku.. kakaiba anu? kc araw-araw na gnawa ng Diyos eh karamihan dun eh mag-isa lng tlga aku.. kabad3p. malapit na nga ba kase ang pasko? mainit ba kase ung sikat ng araw dun sa may likod tas malamig ung aircon? ewan ku ba, pero tlgang kanina ko lang ndama na mag-isa na nga lang aku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gumising din aku kaninang umaga na inaasahan kung nakatulog aku.. pero simula ng 11:00pm hanggang 7:00am, parang lumilipad padin ung utak ku.. ngaun lang un.. teka, ndi lang ngaun un, nagsimula un noong dec.15.. hay, ilang araw din un, na para akung lasheng (although ndi ko pa naman naexperience malasheng) an ewan.. bsta.. hanlalim nun).. kumbaga para akung tulog na gising na ewan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lapit na pasko.. anlapit na tlga.. mgging msaya kya para saken? cguro, sana.. eh para dun kya sa mga taong dapat maambunan ng tunay na sigla ng pasko? sila kaya? yung mga ndi pa nakakadama ng noche buena, ung mga uwian at reunion ng pamilya, ung mga paskong agahan.. kung ba't ndi ku naisip un agad. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana naisip ku man lang un at kung ba't kase inisip ku na agad ung kapakanan ku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay naku.. sana nga, sana..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-1255205611049891566?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/1255205611049891566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=1255205611049891566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/1255205611049891566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/1255205611049891566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2007/12/blankey.html' title='*blankey*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-6901825074347792647</id><published>2007-12-14T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T18:22:30.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*once upon a time*</title><content type='html'>i miscalculated the time i had to wake up, take a bath and traveling time for today. now, i'm stuck in limbo.. i mean, the computer shop. i can't go home, y'know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas nears.. i'd rather be friends with an old enemy rather than an old flame.. grose. ehem, the "christmas elf"? haha. burn, baybeh.. &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, i still can't get a grip of the psych project.. darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is uh, mundane? i can't say that it is at the moment since my head's quite malfunctioning. ehk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you, doodlebug. i always do, kid style.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-6901825074347792647?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/6901825074347792647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=6901825074347792647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/6901825074347792647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/6901825074347792647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2007/12/once-upon-time.html' title='*once upon a time*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-7765790921214893793</id><published>2007-12-06T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T22:01:52.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*blank*</title><content type='html'>these are just one of those days- err, weeks in which i wish what i shouldn't wish not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for whatever reason, this week in particular has been very heavy on my nerves. is it my temper? (one should call it dystemper, the one of the dogs :P) or my patience? rather, the world that surrounds me? i dunno, i really don't. my patience has been running thin on me and everything and everybody else, when the fact is i try to be more lenient than usual, more lenient than ever. sigh. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i didn't go to school today, yet i wish i just did.  i passed off roast chicken for lunch at home just to get to school in time for my 1pm class at guess what: 12:40pm! the dumb jeep i rode from quiapo didn't stop at the post office, it stopped at the city hall! inaway ku nga, ampeste kase eh. i love my stupid psych class.. but couldn't seem to find where they're "classing"!!! my gawd! my stomach's churning, thanks for the support, but i don't even seem to have the drive to eat. horrible, horrible day, horrible, horrible week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just wish i was alone once again. lightning hit me right now if i wasn't telling the truth.. no worries, no obligations, just free me. it's just sometimes, people take you for granted; that everything'll be all right at a snap of a sorry. it's not always like that, you know.. it'll never be. i bend, i mend, try to understand amidst my uncontrollable bitch fits and super-short patience.. i know that this may sound selfish, but sometimes i think i'm the only one doing the dirty work.&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 love you so much duckie, and i wouldn't trade you for the world. but sometimes, things point to the idea of me wanting to have my own world back just yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-7765790921214893793?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/7765790921214893793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=7765790921214893793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/7765790921214893793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/7765790921214893793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2007/12/blank.html' title='*blank*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-3036700570033748867</id><published>2007-11-18T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T00:07:24.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*pars wihik*</title><content type='html'>life as an irregular is rather messy at the same time, nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only reason why i am right now, this sem is that i was a late enrollee. since they won't give me the block, then might as well omit night subjects which could've given me a headache. still, i miss being in block. raissa's there. and airiz. and kat. and kit. and ange (who's in PR block) together with ceasar and sherwin. the broad people are in 102, but still, they have a group pdn. iara and bri are in the AD block. i remembered that joyce's in another block. and that's legal studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i missed  and miss people. but thank God i still get to spend two subjects with people i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just wondering what rob would look like if he went afro. nyak2.. but on the other hand, nevermind. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-3036700570033748867?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/3036700570033748867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=3036700570033748867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/3036700570033748867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/3036700570033748867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2007/11/pars-wihik.html' title='*pars wihik*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-8452757186171691724</id><published>2007-11-04T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T11:49:46.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*political science et. al*</title><content type='html'>for the last time (i think) in Q2-A history, i went down the political trail. from october 19-27 this year i have served kap noel's team as well, campaign secretary. from kap, tita aida, mang tony, lola charing and kuya dennis, our team garnered the 1st 5 heads of the sangguniang barangay. the SK (which i earnestly hoped to win) led by justin didn't exactly come out as planned. only jessica made it. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, did i enjoy being part of the SK? basically, yes and no. yes because for 5 years you get to see your name on that welcome sign at every corner of every street in the village. people give you at least a bit respect and call you with the address. you get free cake during your birthday. you get these humunguous IDs with your face in it. you get letterheads. you become this person who, at least, can stand out in a crowd even just once in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, because marrie wasn't really that supportive. i admit it. how could we function if she only got all the free candy while we looked like either "tambays" or AWOLs? who wouldn't be embarrassed when somebody calls you "SK!" when you know that there's something to follow after that? people from the barangay don't exactly know you, they know your head; ans since our head is negligent and thought about nothing but her boyfriend, OMG.. that's what people think of you, too. budgets are just brought to the house for signing. ARE WE GHOSTS OR SOMETHING? so much time wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wanted to be a politician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, to those who have only tasted politics just now: GIVE ME A BREAK. &lt;em&gt;nauna na ako.demmet, bt ngng blockmate pa kita eh. airbag.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt like it was 2006 again. you know, newlyweds style. just recently. i didn't see the love of my life for more than a week.. :( and once again, as always, i cried out of complete missing. OMG.. a girl moment. haha. :) i just love rob so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how many people would exactly think that i'd give him away as easy as pie. they say because i have potential (get lost) or perhaps just a sedated devil (get lost too)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when you love a person just as much, you'll just know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;people aren't recyclables nor toys nor to be treated like clothes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people also say that we've come a long way. a year and two months can be, for most people. but for us, its just the start of life. we have a longer way to go. we're not here for the record or whatever people may say. we're here for the love and the life we plan to live until, well, we can get the lump sum of our retirement benefits and travel around the world. go diamond. have a gazillion grandkids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'til death do us part.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'm depressed as of now. clue? school. classes are nearing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-8452757186171691724?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/8452757186171691724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=8452757186171691724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/8452757186171691724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/8452757186171691724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2007/11/political-science-et-al.html' title='*political science et. al*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-5233494508205631934</id><published>2007-10-14T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T08:44:15.275-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A104'/><title type='text'>*A104 et. al*</title><content type='html'>everybody got into the message forwarding lately while I get to stay UN-LOADED!!! the curse of the no-class days! no allowance! ehk.. but anyways, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;»ze MESSAGE&lt;br /&gt;☺ first of all, i'd like to thank everybody in the block who have contributed to my sanity/insanity and my silence/noise. for those who had put up with who i really am and what i am, with my 2 left feet and my dysfunctional mathematical part of my brain. there were times when i had to cry and i had to laugh; for those who didn't care, okay, for those who did, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THANK YOU.&lt;/span&gt; my first block section in college life did make me grow a little more, and helped me get out a little more often of my shell. you people are just fabulous.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;»ze one-word thingies&lt;br /&gt;☺ raissa-BFF&lt;br /&gt;☺ kat-EIC&lt;br /&gt;☺ jedi-kumakaripas!&lt;br /&gt;☺ rhei-paramore forever/zelle&lt;br /&gt;☺ zaira-laitera&lt;br /&gt;☺ abby g.-2 lessons gargz.. 2 lessons i'll live by.&lt;br /&gt;☺ cat-dollshoes&lt;br /&gt;☺ pepito-UPD-FA/advocacy tour!!!&lt;br /&gt;☺ kitzy-eskwela.com&lt;br /&gt;☺ jam-doodle ni rai!&lt;br /&gt;☺ queen-pink&lt;br /&gt;☺ mich-gwapo&lt;br /&gt;☺ annalyn-tangkad&lt;br /&gt;☺ ceasar-papi!!!&lt;br /&gt;☺ airiz-mami!&lt;br /&gt;☺ bri-conyotic bunso&lt;br /&gt;☺ john-FOB&lt;br /&gt;☺ red-cousin lookalike&lt;br /&gt;☺ iara-anime&lt;br /&gt;☺ ning-ara mina&lt;br /&gt;☺ jhavor-fudgee/veklavoo&lt;br /&gt;☺ eunice-tartans/plaid polos&lt;br /&gt;☺ jb-dreadlock extensions&lt;br /&gt;☺ weng-rasta!&lt;br /&gt;☺ nile-checks/ukay/SJC&lt;br /&gt;☺ ago-donut&lt;br /&gt;☺ joyce-lalong matangkad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;»ze factoids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;☺ i wanted to become a lawyer, then a model, then a nun, then a nurse, then a newscaster when i was younger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;☺ i want to drive a lamborghini murcielago, fire engine red just for one day. on the other hand, make it an escalade. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;☺ i had 3 imaginary friends when i was younger: moe, molly and bodega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;☺ i always thought that freddy krueger or the boogeyman was under my bed when i was younger, just ready to pull me going under&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;☺ people in kindergarten called me "white lady"&lt;br /&gt;...and i was "barok" during that time :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;☺ i am usually contented with a small clique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;☺ i am a perfectionist, even if i myself ain't perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;☺ there was once in junior year that i was literally hooked on chocolates, ingesting more than 30 curly tops per day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;☺ i wish i had spent more time with my maternal grandparents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;☺ i wish i never ever had an ex as despicable as *toot*. on the other hand, i wish i never had exes.. i still wish i had never encountered heartbreak and rob came ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;☺ i wish i had two kids: a boy just like me and a girl just like rob. in traits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;☺ i love jan robert orense dolor. he's the love of my life. and truly, truly irreplaceable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, there you people go.. TAG! have a great sembreak you people!☺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the world.&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-5233494508205631934?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/5233494508205631934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=5233494508205631934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/5233494508205631934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/5233494508205631934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2007/10/a104-et-al.html' title='*A104 et. al*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-7015058008802450479</id><published>2007-10-06T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T14:28:07.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*tugush*</title><content type='html'>in less than two hours from now is our departmentals.. and heck, i'm in front of the pc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S A SUNDAY, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sob* *gag* *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kung ba't pa kasi linggo departmentals tapos me exam pa sa FILN11a bukas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after this gruelling week comes sembreak.. i do hope i'd make myself useful (if not sleeping the whole day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate people. go find somebody who doesn't hate anybody i'll kiss their feet. everybody at least despises at (again) at least one person.. oh, duhh.. there are many kinds of despisable people. for instance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the conceited people&lt;br /&gt;2. the small feelingeros and feelingeras.. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;na feel na feel nga naman nila na feel sila ng lahat ng tao, pero hindi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. the people who tend to curse you for fun (or rather as space fillers for their poorly-constructed utterances)&lt;br /&gt;4. the ones who think they're perfect. how bout looking at your nose first compared to her brains? (ang layo, pero totoo)&lt;br /&gt;5. the manipulators (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nagkalat sa may kahabaan ng intra)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. the liars&lt;br /&gt;7. the one-sided, bias, one-sided-brained people&lt;br /&gt;8. the ones who don't appreciate your worth&lt;br /&gt;9. the a-holes and the flirts&lt;br /&gt;10. THE HYPOCRITES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nagkakalat kayo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, if only i could paste their pictures on the parian bulletin board. :p&lt;br /&gt;but i can still manage to be so happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-7015058008802450479?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/7015058008802450479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=7015058008802450479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/7015058008802450479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/7015058008802450479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2007/10/tugush.html' title='*tugush*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-6174678011281860370</id><published>2007-09-25T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T20:15:59.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*kaek-ekan, kwek-kwek, et.al*</title><content type='html'>anyways, the week did start quite unexpectedly.. first off, i've realized that some people can be such PIGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, pigs.. literally and figuratively. amazing, since they tend to be pigs in piglet's clothings. wakekekeke. such people. they'd do practically anything to make themselves look and feel and think good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;GET LOST.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to obtain another semester of residency to take me to another place. i have to. &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;sabagay&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, it'll be easier. i just worry about rob.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am on a weight rollercoaster. hehehe.:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got another bling, English Essay Writing Contest. i'm just doing practically nothing right now until prof nolaasco arrives to get that enormous chocolate gold coin. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am hooked on kwek-kwek. literally and figuratively (once again). &lt;br /&gt;UNO: the famous street food&lt;br /&gt;DOS: rob dolor. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the world.&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-6174678011281860370?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/6174678011281860370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=6174678011281860370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/6174678011281860370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/6174678011281860370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2007/09/kaek-ekan-kwek-kwek-etal.html' title='*kaek-ekan, kwek-kwek, et.al*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-2702907062905564873</id><published>2007-09-16T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T01:25:40.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*ehem*</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Hands Say About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoyourhandssayaboutyouquiz/hands.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are logical, analytical, and rational. You have good verbal skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flexible and broad minded, you can fit in to any situation. There's no telling where your life will take you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consistent and reliable, you like to count on structure and routine in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your emotions tend to be nervous and potent. Your energy - both positive and negative - deeply impacts your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoyourhandssayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Do Your Hands Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Can Make 72% of Your Crushes Fall in Love With You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/canyoumakeanyonefallinlovewithyouquiz/love-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your seduction skills are practically legendary. You know how to close the deal.&lt;br /&gt;Just don't let someone you're really into get the better of you!&lt;br /&gt;As long as you keep up your end of the flirting game, you'll get the prize at the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/canyoumakeanyonefallinlovewithyouquiz/"&gt;Can You Make Anyone Fall in Love With You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what rob'll say about this... haha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Cherry Kiss Lip Gloss&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavorlipglossareyouquiz/cherry-kiss.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a total girly girl who's every guy is sweet on.&lt;br /&gt;You take pleasure in the simple things in life, from cute t-shirts to stuffed animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any guy needs to match your romantic idealism to win your heart, which is why few have.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder Cherry your signature flavor. It's delicious, sugary, and fun - like you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavorlipglossareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Lip Gloss Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Totally Like Your Mom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoulikeyourmomquiz/mom-1.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and your mom are practically clones.&lt;br /&gt;You think alike, and you even seem to read each other's minds.&lt;br /&gt;You're definitely you're mother's child... and that's just fine with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoulikeyourmomquiz/"&gt;Are You Like Your Mom?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is weird.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Ready to Get Married&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoureadytobeawifequiz/ready-married.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've done more than dream about the dress and the honeymoon&lt;br /&gt;In fact, you spend a good deal of your time thinking about what makes a relationship work&lt;br /&gt;And from your answers, it looks like you have the skills to say "I Do" and mean it&lt;br /&gt;You've dated enough, learned your fair share, and you're ready to settle down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoureadytobeawifequiz/"&gt;Are You Ready To Be A Wife?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Will Be a Cool Parent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/wouldyoubeacoolparentquiz/parent-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem to naturally know a lot about parenting, and you know what kids need.&lt;br /&gt;You can tell when it's time to let kids off the hook, and when it's time to lay down the law.&lt;br /&gt;While your parenting is modern and hip, it's not over the top.&lt;br /&gt;You know that there's nothing cool about a parent who acts like a teenager... or a drill sergeant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/wouldyoubeacoolparentquiz/"&gt;Would You Be a Cool Parent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.. haha. ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;People Envy Your Compassion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdopeopleenvyaboutyouquiz/compassion.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a kind heart and an unusual empathy for all living creatures. You tend to absorb others' happiness and pain.&lt;br /&gt;People envy your compassion, and more importantly, the connections it helps you build. And compassionate as you are, you feel for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdopeopleenvyaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Do People Envy About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does anybody do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Professional Girlfriend!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofgirlfriendareyouquiz/professional-girlfriend.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the perfect girlfriend - big surprise!&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows you've had enough practice. That's why you're a total pro.&lt;br /&gt;If there was an Emily Post of girlfriends, it would be you.&lt;br /&gt;You know how to act in every situation ... to make both you and your guy happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofgirlfriendareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was just like this.. am i? i really dunno.. i'm such a wardog.. but anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the world.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-2702907062905564873?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/2702907062905564873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=2702907062905564873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/2702907062905564873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/2702907062905564873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2007/09/ehem.html' title='*ehem*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-8464268956960316481</id><published>2007-09-01T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T06:32:02.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>less than 24 hours more to go.. hehehe.ü&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;happy birthday to us. :)&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-8464268956960316481?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/8464268956960316481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>*intra*</title><content type='html'>raissa, zaira and i went around intra earlier today, samsaming almost every single street food we get to savor about, and went through streets we never knew of. we went to aduana to check on jollibee if he was still around (nyooo..) and went to follow the sound of tolling bells. we found our way to manila cathedral, with it's marvelous architecture, who wouldn't want to march there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*reality check*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooner or later midterm pressure will take toll. i just know it. i hate PolSci. well not exactly the subject, rather, the donat professor. oh duh. gawd. deym. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ampuga.&lt;/span&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;anyways, this week isn't going the way i want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really isn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-1639360854215286132?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/1639360854215286132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=1639360854215286132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/1639360854215286132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/1639360854215286132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2007/08/intra.html' title='*intra*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-4643428614225630658</id><published>2007-08-25T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T18:23:07.228-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haberday pato'/><title type='text'>*dear diary*</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;once upon a time there was this little girl who had gazillions of little&lt;br /&gt;curls up her temples and her forehead. she lived a life wherein little things&lt;br /&gt;made her happy, but still aimed to reach utter perfect happiness. she made good&lt;br /&gt;grades (with the exception of math and science) and made literary pieces. she&lt;br /&gt;got exploited in fashion shows and press conferences, got thin and stout at the&lt;br /&gt;same time, but never really complained that much. she lived a perfect life, a&lt;br /&gt;semi-charmed one; but it was perfect. amidst the occasional holed pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came the first day of senior year, when she felt quite uneasy of her&lt;br /&gt;new hair, looked for her old friends, and felt accomplished and a bit well,&lt;br /&gt;cutiefied because she was already a senior and made herself useful as class PRO&lt;br /&gt;to the newbies. that was it. until she found that certain person who didn't&lt;br /&gt;exactly complete, rather, complement her existence. that's when she realized&lt;br /&gt;that she has found the perfect happiness, only she had to work hard for it to&lt;br /&gt;attain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that perfect happiness came in the persona of rob dolor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't hardly wait for the 2nd.. aieeeeee!!!!! i am happy, i so am. one year and counting to forever. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love life. i love the world. i love rob. so much.&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-4643428614225630658?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/4643428614225630658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=4643428614225630658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/4643428614225630658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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went *kpoof*. would you believe for the first time in 104 history she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;skipped&lt;/span&gt; class.. mwahaha. it should've been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;m. &lt;/span&gt;villanueva instead of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n. &lt;/span&gt;villanueva who got lost.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it takes rob forever to get home from school.. pfft. jjjjuuuussst.. aaannn.. hoooourrr.. mo0o0orrree..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in a few days from now, it'll be the 2nd again. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*rejoices* &lt;/span&gt;happy, happy 11th.üÜ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the world.&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-7430704931880996313?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-3037829908759894261</id><published>2007-07-01T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T01:48:08.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*patooie*</title><content type='html'>i'm in limbo.. i don't seem to like it that much anymore at the lyceum.. or am i just being challenged again? gawd, this is so pathetic. but if i don't any result from my long-lost godmother, i'd be happy to transfer to PUP.. it's not actually "the UP", but it is, after all, a state polytechnic university. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, it's rob and i's 10th tomorrow... can't wait. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the world.&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-3037829908759894261?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/3037829908759894261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=3037829908759894261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/3037829908759894261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/3037829908759894261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2007/07/patooie.html' title='*patooie*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-612098391754125145</id><published>2007-06-12T19:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T19:39:33.637-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pars dey'/><title type='text'>*first day blah*</title><content type='html'>this shouldn't be written until tomorrow. haha. :)) i'll miss summer. last time i missed school, now i'll miss summer. i'll be busy. i'll be preoccupied, academically. i'll rush home, not like during HS days. i'll do better, for this is it. this IS college life. i'll love rob, as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck. hello intra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-612098391754125145?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-5982799229082432199</id><published>2007-05-26T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T06:40:58.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*random summer thoughts*</title><content type='html'>i couldn't remember the last time i had strawberry float. i miss that darned float so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate my job, i hate the salary, i hate... oh, nevermind. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the flyff download takes HOURS, literally! darn it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although the level-ups don't get faster by the minute, i say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the idea that the slacks i got couldn't fit --- AGAiN. duh. is my waist ballooning? or is it just a generic size? bummer. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rain shows itself every so often nowadays that it makes way to my window sill.. which is where i place my senile phone. pweh. just imagine a water-resistant phone which is soooo jurassic. ehk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;classes are nearing and i have never been so jumpy, now that rob and i have a sorta-matching sched (although i have tuesdays and fridays off).. but it's still hard to manage. mama wants to go back to cavite and here's rob a jeep-ride-away from PUP... duh. he hates long trips, he &lt;strong&gt;really does hate long trips.&lt;/strong&gt; he won't even get to sleep on the ride! so how can he manage? oh gawd, it'll take a while.. he's smart... after all my darling won't be taking MechEng if he didn't have the big brain to match it... *&lt;em&gt;yabang mode*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, i'll miss rob.. the seats-away-distance and the simultaneous level-ups.. but it's fruitful.. we're fruitful, and i love it. it's just that you'll just have to beat me and grind me to ground meat in order for you to get him... (&lt;em&gt;sapakan tayo mode)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, i love my life. i love the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-5982799229082432199?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/5982799229082432199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=5982799229082432199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/5982799229082432199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/5982799229082432199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2007/05/random-summer-thoughts.html' title='*random summer thoughts*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-1228310467959412888</id><published>2007-04-12T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T07:45:38.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>i cannot help but miss. i look for the moon whenever, and see if it'll give me solace. every moment together has to be placed in a time capsule, or whatever. i just love my duck so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time with him will be forever &lt;em&gt;bitin. &lt;/em&gt;anybody have a time freezer? gawd.&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;em&gt;aylabyuusobra.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-1228310467959412888?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/1228310467959412888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=1228310467959412888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/1228310467959412888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/1228310467959412888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-4764548134877317147</id><published>2007-04-05T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T10:50:02.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*random thought*</title><content type='html'>it's amazing how the world can be filled with so much negatives that go alternately with the positives. if there weren't any conceited people, would there still be the insecures? or if there weren't any backstabbers, would everybody still be trustworthy? if there wasn't any competition, would the world be content? if there weren't anybody dumb, how would it be if all were smart? would it make such a drastic change?&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;haha, i dunno. perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;although i still miss. and i can't sleep. it's like, 1:50am and i can't get any shuteye. darn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-4764548134877317147?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/4764548134877317147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=4764548134877317147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/4764548134877317147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/4764548134877317147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2007/04/random-thought.html' title='*random thought*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-5544346892905066511</id><published>2007-04-05T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T09:32:34.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*HW '07*</title><content type='html'>holy week. solemn, silent, a bit drab, missive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, missive. don't ask. i still have to be accustomed to this rather missive summer that i so terribly wanted last year (duh) and yet can't wait for it to end. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd, i miss my duck terribly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-5544346892905066511?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/5544346892905066511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=5544346892905066511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/5544346892905066511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/5544346892905066511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2007/04/hw-07.html' title='*HW &apos;07*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-7596670704106206243</id><published>2007-04-01T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T05:13:24.467-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':('/><title type='text'>*ehk*</title><content type='html'>days go by slowly... and it's like ages when you consider the length of each sunray, each cloud that passes by, each and every moment and thing that reminds you of accustomed everyday-together-days (with the exception of weekends whcih still make you miss).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tears are uncontrollable due to excessive missing. darn, i've spoiled myself with being accustomed to being with hime almost the whole week. ngork. call me immature, but hey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pake ko sa'yo. mahal nga ang pato eh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd. and to think it's our "birthday" tomorrow (04.02).. haha. :)) i should be happy. but we will see each other tomorrow... and the rest'll be up to the sun, moon and stars. but, there's faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't ask for more. i just love rob so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-7596670704106206243?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/7596670704106206243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=7596670704106206243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/7596670704106206243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/7596670704106206243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2007/04/ehk.html' title='*ehk*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-9171536528213421265</id><published>2007-03-28T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T14:10:46.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>i have summer fever in my system. for once, i am not happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here come those big "WHAT IFs", come sunday (april 1) and i don't even know if i'll be seeing him on the 2nd. call me lame, but i do miss rob even if we've been together just hours ago. what if he'd be forced to have summer in cavite? what if they won't even return his phone? what if? how if? when if? if, if, if?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared. and as everyone may know, i miss too much. :( and it hurts when you love too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just love him so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-9171536528213421265?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/9171536528213421265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=9171536528213421265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/9171536528213421265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/9171536528213421265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-7192458594529659537</id><published>2007-03-28T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T14:07:33.551-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*no yawn*'/><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>it's 4:43am and i still can't get the sleep i need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just think about summer that'll come. seems fun, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared. i'll miss rob terribly. i still do now. :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-7192458594529659537?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/7192458594529659537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=7192458594529659537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/7192458594529659537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/7192458594529659537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post_28.html' title='..'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-6121559210056304117</id><published>2007-03-28T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T13:41:44.235-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drab summer'/><title type='text'>*summer*</title><content type='html'>pathetic. would you believe that i was counting the days 'til summer 2007 just last june '06, and now it's nearing... syeht. now i know why old people always said to be careful what to wish for. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been quite a while since the last summer i remembered to be really happy about it, and it is for me second best next to christmas (which makes me think about christmas again). i really dunno why summers have been quite dragging lately, and well, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;quite sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it's not really that sad.. but i have been accustomed to having the duck around to my every beck and call whenever and everytime needed. things'll change, and heck... we'll be facing a new world, soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it should be sunny, you know. it isn't. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just like those black and white films where they say goodbye in the middle part and feel so sad in the later middle part. but do they have happy endings? sorta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just that mine doesn't have an ending. it's just about to start, and we're starting the start of everything else together. we just have to sacrifice lots of time apart to get where we should be, to prove the world wrong of what they think so wrongly of. it's going to be really tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i just know we'll make it. we have to. we have a quota to meet, a settlement, and everything else in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the world.&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-6121559210056304117?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/6121559210056304117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=6121559210056304117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/6121559210056304117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/6121559210056304117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2007/03/summer.html' title='*summer*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-7259412762177481582</id><published>2007-03-26T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T23:52:23.702-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='onto summer'/><title type='text'>*blah-blahs*</title><content type='html'>i've gotten my neck heavy from un-pawnable metals. haha. some people say it's worth it, some say that it's &lt;em&gt;kulang, &lt;/em&gt;some say it's &lt;strong&gt;sobra&lt;/strong&gt;, some say, well... its okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'l miss the last moments i'll ever spend in this month of march. that's why i'll truly savor it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the world.&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-7259412762177481582?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/7259412762177481582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=7259412762177481582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/7259412762177481582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/7259412762177481582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2007/03/blah-blahs.html' title='*blah-blahs*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-4372902125408658649</id><published>2007-03-24T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T23:18:50.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*wah days*</title><content type='html'>i cannot believe how a stupid dragon could sell me to daddy... how shitty of her. some butthole she is. *barf*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    and how siopaos like her could only prove how ceramic she really is. weird. i just assume she really IS made the way she should be. i thought all the while that she had thrown away all grudges against me and whoever away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF, what was the red-letter given in the church for?! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ang plastic niya ha&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we'll be having this useless recog day coming up.. so much for two hours under the sun with the same dragon and the bitchy teacher who almost ate my guts. dragons talaga.. waha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the world.&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-4372902125408658649?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/4372902125408658649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=4372902125408658649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/4372902125408658649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/4372902125408658649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2007/03/wah-days.html' title='*wah days*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-1042266307734166630</id><published>2007-03-07T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T16:10:38.565-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='march'/><title type='text'>*dot, dot, dot...*</title><content type='html'>i, i mean we, have been through a lot lately and yet we still manage to keep our tempers up. just amazing. rob doesn't consider our petty quarrels as "quarrels"; rather, he considers those as misunderstandings: since quarrels lead to non-acknowledgment of existence for a period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it, he is right. he is most of the time more right than i am, and i guess that'll be good grounding. i just love him so much and wouldn't trade him for anything nor anyone else in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;patayan na lang tayo kung ganoon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i read mico's post in the friendster bboard.. the one entitled "10 things idiots do in friendster".. haha, that was pointy, i say. with all those dumb photo captions saying that people who posted those themselves go "omg, i look fat" or "omg, i look ugly here" are so like uh, err.. taena. shitty. why would they post such pictures if they hate themeselves in those? duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we bumped into darmie along recto last thursday and i do miss her. and i miss joen's pretty eyes and victor's paparazzi style and kaka's voice and joan's spontaneity and alex's kakulitan and sheryl's kalokohan and akiko's frankness and pecha's brains and kaye's wonderful soul-sister-like behavior...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss most of my friends. hope we can get together sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've despised so many people in friendster from the b*tch from wherever part of the world to the horrible relative to the brainy malalandis to the claimers-that-claim.. well, inasmuch as i can't please everybody, they don't please me either. eew. even the newbie the dragonS (plural na in my vocabulary) oh-so-protect, she's one heckuva brainy bitch. now don't get me wrong, i don't hate her because i want to be like her. YUCK. she and her grammar and intonation and rawness? get a life. i'd rather be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is certification that i can be a possessive, selosa prick. i guess that's a bit okay, but ther selosa stint? not that i don't trust rob (i mean, i trust him with all my heart, FYI), but bitches will be bitches. raise your pricks, porcupine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, i manage to keep happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the world.&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-1042266307734166630?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/1042266307734166630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=1042266307734166630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/1042266307734166630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/1042266307734166630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2007/03/dot-dot-dot.html' title='*dot, dot, dot...*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-3004200921255232217</id><published>2007-02-16T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T21:49:21.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*blah...*</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;everyday's a new day, everytime i love you... :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-3004200921255232217?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/3004200921255232217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=3004200921255232217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/3004200921255232217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/3004200921255232217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2007/02/blah.html' title='*blah...*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-5409328885394288708</id><published>2007-02-10T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T07:50:43.054-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dragon b*tch'/><title type='text'>*hmm..*</title><content type='html'>some dragons can be such a bitch. i hate her, bigtime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-5409328885394288708?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/5409328885394288708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=5409328885394288708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/5409328885394288708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/5409328885394288708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2007/02/hmm.html' title='*hmm..*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-3402235415824584475</id><published>2007-02-02T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T07:44:54.377-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wob'/><title type='text'>*hafi*</title><content type='html'>it's our 15oth.. and i have a million-and-one reasons to be ecstatic... and never have i been happier in my whole life.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if i had one wish, i'd make you my whole life...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-3402235415824584475?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/3402235415824584475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=3402235415824584475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/3402235415824584475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/3402235415824584475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2007/02/hafi.html' title='*hafi*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-6982676190418046787</id><published>2007-01-11T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T09:14:37.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*oh. ha. ha.*</title><content type='html'>anyway and anyhow and anywho, i've decided to savor and dedicate 2007's first uh, quarter to uh, studies. i was frustrated when some faculty members didn't really put much effort in the valencia outstanding journ blah, and heck.. i'll have my hands broken by friday without any sundae nor fried chicken nor rob around... PURE, TOTAL CARNAGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just love rob so much. deyng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the world. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-6982676190418046787?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/6982676190418046787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=6982676190418046787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/6982676190418046787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/6982676190418046787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-ha-ha.html' title='*oh. ha. ha.*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-7067328960427521855</id><published>2007-01-08T10:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T10:04:12.348-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><title type='text'>*yappy nunyir*</title><content type='html'>wow, now here goes the year 2007. happy, bumpy, funny, new. another 365 and 1/4 days for me to start over. so, what's in store? i really, really dunno except that june'll be a new thing for me.&lt;em&gt; wahaw&lt;/em&gt;, marvelous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rob and i had our first misunderstanding. but hey, i love the part where the misunderstanding always ends. :) and there's a one-day practice for that darn outstanding campus journalist search coming up in a few hours. i had to make this&lt;strong&gt; computation &lt;/strong&gt;for physics just yesterday (passing it first up, expecting that it was compu-trash, as always) and OMG.. it was correct. would you believe? oh, c'mon... but heck, ask my rob how true that as. :p &lt;strong&gt;i just so000o0o0o love rob. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the acads, i really dunno.. but i hope they'll all rise up. lola esther passed away. gawd, how i'll miss her... she wasn't family, but a neighbor who was so much like family. so, so much. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm on a roll with food.. i neve got tired loving eating, but haha... one minute i'm as heavy as stuj and the next i'll be as light as honey. ngok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this is my first post for 2007.. haha. goodness, my head lacks air. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-7067328960427521855?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/7067328960427521855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=7067328960427521855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/7067328960427521855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/7067328960427521855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2007/01/yappy-nunyir.html' title='*yappy nunyir*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-116687073866266722</id><published>2006-12-23T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T02:45:39.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*holiday rush*</title><content type='html'>oh yeah! happy holidays! and there'll always be time for your one true love. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-116687073866266722?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/116687073866266722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=116687073866266722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/116687073866266722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/116687073866266722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/12/holiday-rush.html' title='*holiday rush*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-116610673979720699</id><published>2006-12-14T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T06:32:19.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*g0obay sun*</title><content type='html'>i spent the day distributing schoolpapers, sleeping, and laiting and hating buttholes rejoicing just because doc arao's gone. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hard having a defunct hour when i ironically wished before that we'd be defunct except when editing and running cafeteria errands. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;be careful what you wish for&lt;/span&gt;, so they say. the only people who truly share the goodbye stage sincerely with me are rob, mafe and john... and no consolation of a sub teacher or whatever blah-blah will take away the sadness... EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but doc arao did promise that she'll come around by late march for recognition day. i'd give anything for her to be the one to pin the Outstanding Journalist of the Year Award, swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the buttholes who rejoice; burn, baby, burn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas nears! hehe... christmas is hopefully happier this time since i have a duck for christmas. hehehe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-116610673979720699?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/116610673979720699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=116610673979720699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/116610673979720699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/116610673979720699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/12/g0obay-sun.html' title='*g0obay sun*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-116563358418235668</id><published>2006-12-09T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T19:06:24.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*wahehe*</title><content type='html'>funny how things can get a bit twisted then go a bit good at times... hehe. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas nears! wooohoow! at least i get to spend it this time with nothing sad or odd or weird... but there's my rob. hehe. :) lucky me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just so0o0o0o love rob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the world.&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-116563358418235668?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/116563358418235668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=116563358418235668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/116563358418235668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/116563358418235668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/12/wahehe.html' title='*wahehe*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-116453902758170657</id><published>2006-11-26T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T03:03:47.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*boing*</title><content type='html'>another round of trainings and my head'll fall off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, for the regional round, 1st day:good. 2nd day: BAD. horrid. amfness. b*llsh*t. gahrabeh. wtf. even the miss-know-it-all trainer's a piece of sh*t and claimed that my practice scratch wasn't good enough. darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss puff a LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's another competition for this coming thursday. haha, bigtime. overpimped b*tch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait a sec...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overpimped? sure. b*tch? never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just soooo love rob.&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;love the world.&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-116453902758170657?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/116453902758170657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=116453902758170657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/116453902758170657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/116453902758170657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/11/boing.html' title='*boing*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-116385154745583265</id><published>2006-11-18T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T04:05:47.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*manang glo et. al.*</title><content type='html'>Your results:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;You are &lt;FONT SIZE=6&gt;Spider-Man&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;TABLE&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Spider-Man&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=60&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 60%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Robin&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=57&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 57%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Superman&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=50&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 50%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;The Flash&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=50&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 50%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Green Lantern&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=50&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 50%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Hulk&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=45&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 45%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Supergirl&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=40&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 40%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Wonder Woman&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=40&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 40%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Iron Man&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=40&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 40%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Catwoman&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=30&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 30%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Batman&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=15&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 15%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;You are intelligent, witty, &lt;BR&gt;a bit geeky and have great&lt;BR&gt; power and responsibility.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/pics/spidy.gif"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to take the Superhero Personality Quiz&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, sure, maybe.ü anyways, i so0o0o0o0o0o hate, hate, HAAATE weekends. ican't do anything about it; but hey.. it's good. and oh, mehn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; i'm gonna go to MANANG GLORIA'S LOFT THIS COMING TUESDAY!!! (11.21)&lt;/b&gt; nakaness. wahahaha.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, i just so0o0o0o0o0o love rob dolor. wahahaha.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the world.&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-116385154745583265?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/116385154745583265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=116385154745583265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/116385154745583265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/116385154745583265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/11/manang-glo-et-al.html' title='*manang glo et. al.*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-116307544635804563</id><published>2006-11-09T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T04:30:46.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*goodbye dolly*</title><content type='html'>no more puff, and it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-o2-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-116307544635804563?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/116307544635804563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=116307544635804563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/116307544635804563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/116307544635804563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/11/goodbye-dolly.html' title='*goodbye dolly*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-116205263557894970</id><published>2006-10-29T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T09:23:55.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*no space for new messages*</title><content type='html'>this is something i once encountered, lost, and having again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope it lasts forever.ü i just so0o0o0o0o love rob.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the world.&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;br /&gt;-o2-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-116205263557894970?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/116205263557894970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=116205263557894970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/116205263557894970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/116205263557894970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/10/no-space-for-new-messages.html' title='*no space for new messages*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-116134489759508726</id><published>2006-10-20T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T04:48:17.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*case of the "waaah-chookie-chookie" addiction*</title><content type='html'>i canNOT believe how i hate sembreak 2006... waaaah! ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the way i miss my rob is so0o0o0o out of this world. haha. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet, i am happy. happy. effing happy. wtf-i-am-so0o0o0o-happy. i-love-my-wobert-so-much happy. omg-i-can't-believe-i-am-happy happy. i-thank-God-for-you happy. amazing.ü i can never get over this extreme happiness am in.Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the world.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-o2-&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-116028692482147175</id><published>2006-10-07T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T22:55:24.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*44 things i don't need to die for*</title><content type='html'>haha, got this from the friendster bulletin board, mico posted it. well anyway in the guy case, it's waht they'll do. for me and the gahlies, waht they'll die for. &lt;strong&gt;heck, why should i die for it if all of these occurs almost everytime with my lovable rob?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bwahaha, be envious. &lt;em&gt;be vewy, vewy envious.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Touch her waist.&lt;br /&gt;2. Talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;3. Share secrets.&lt;br /&gt;4. Give her your jacket.&lt;br /&gt;5. Kiss her slowly.&lt;br /&gt;6. Hug her.&lt;br /&gt;7. Hold her.&lt;br /&gt;8. Laugh with her.&lt;br /&gt;9. Invite her places.&lt;br /&gt;10. Let her be with you when you're with&lt;br /&gt;your&lt;br /&gt;friends.&lt;br /&gt;11. Smile with her.&lt;br /&gt;12. Take pictures with her.&lt;br /&gt;13. Pull her onto your lap.&lt;br /&gt;14. When she says she loves you more,&lt;br /&gt;deny it.&lt;br /&gt;Fight back, tell her you love her more.&lt;br /&gt;15. When her friends say they love her&lt;br /&gt;more than&lt;br /&gt;you, deny it. Fight back and hug her tight&lt;br /&gt;so she&lt;br /&gt;can't get to her friends. It makes her feel&lt;br /&gt;loved.&lt;br /&gt;16. Always hug her and say you love her&lt;br /&gt;when&lt;br /&gt;you see her.&lt;br /&gt;17. Kiss her unexpectedly.&lt;br /&gt;18. Hug her from behind around her waist.&lt;br /&gt;19. Tell her she is beautiful, not sexy.&lt;br /&gt;20. Tell her the way you feel about her.&lt;br /&gt;21. Kiss her on the lips.&lt;br /&gt;22. Don't ask her to buy you stuff. You&lt;br /&gt;buy her&lt;br /&gt;stuff.&lt;br /&gt;23. Tell her what feels good.&lt;br /&gt;24. Make her feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;25. Buy her stuff. Even small things count.&lt;br /&gt;26. Don't LIE to her.&lt;br /&gt;27. don't cheat on her&lt;br /&gt;28. Take her anywhere she wants.&lt;br /&gt;29. Message her in the morning and tell&lt;br /&gt;her to&lt;br /&gt;have a good day at school/work and how&lt;br /&gt;much&lt;br /&gt;you miss her.&lt;br /&gt;30. Be there for her when ever she needs&lt;br /&gt;you,&lt;br /&gt;and even though she doesn't need you&lt;br /&gt;be there&lt;br /&gt;so she'll know that she can always count&lt;br /&gt;on you.&lt;br /&gt;31. Hold her close when she's cold so she&lt;br /&gt;can&lt;br /&gt;hold you too.&lt;br /&gt;32. When you are alone, hold her close&lt;br /&gt;and kiss&lt;br /&gt;her.&lt;br /&gt;33. Kiss her on the tip of her nose, it will&lt;br /&gt;give her&lt;br /&gt;the hint that you want to kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;34. While at the movies, put your arm&lt;br /&gt;around her.&lt;br /&gt;She will then automatically put her head&lt;br /&gt;on your&lt;br /&gt;shoulder. Then lean in and tilt her chin&lt;br /&gt;up and kiss&lt;br /&gt;her lightly.&lt;br /&gt;35. When she complains that her&lt;br /&gt;neck/shoulder&lt;br /&gt;hurts, massage it for her.&lt;br /&gt;36. When people diss her, stand up for&lt;br /&gt;her.&lt;br /&gt;37. Look deep into her eyes and tell her&lt;br /&gt;you love&lt;br /&gt;her.&lt;br /&gt;38. Lay down under the stars and put her&lt;br /&gt;head on&lt;br /&gt;your chest so she can listen to the steady&lt;br /&gt;beat of&lt;br /&gt;your heart. Link your fingers together&lt;br /&gt;while you&lt;br /&gt;whisper to her as she rests her eyes and&lt;br /&gt;listens&lt;br /&gt;to you.&lt;br /&gt;39. When walking next to each other,&lt;br /&gt;grab her&lt;br /&gt;hand.&lt;br /&gt;40. When you hug her, hold her in your&lt;br /&gt;arms as&lt;br /&gt;long as possible.&lt;br /&gt;41. Call her at night to wish her sweet&lt;br /&gt;dreams.&lt;br /&gt;42. Comfort her when she cries and wipe&lt;br /&gt;away&lt;br /&gt;her tears.&lt;br /&gt;43. Take her for long walks at night.&lt;br /&gt;44. Always remind her how much you&lt;br /&gt;love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the world.ü&lt;br /&gt;-o2-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-116028692482147175?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/116028692482147175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=116028692482147175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/116028692482147175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/116028692482147175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/10/44-things-i-dont-need-to-die-for.html' title='*44 things i don&apos;t need to die for*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-115927167540834116</id><published>2006-09-26T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T04:54:35.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*waha-whee*</title><content type='html'>well, happiness is bliss. you find more loving from missing. every second counts. you love weekdays rather than weekends. you get to cry from utter joy or excessive missing. you feel as if you've become 5 years younger. you are usually smiling. you love ducks. unlimitxt is something you value once again. you know when the next text comes in. you are once again a full-time princessa. you love jan robert orense dolor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, yeah.ü&lt;br /&gt;love the world.üÜ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-115927167540834116?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/115927167540834116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=115927167540834116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/115927167540834116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/115927167540834116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/09/waha-whee.html' title='*waha-whee*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-115846553360955267</id><published>2006-09-17T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T20:58:53.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*quack*</title><content type='html'>i love my duckie... sure thang.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-115846553360955267?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/115846553360955267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=115846553360955267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/115846553360955267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/115846553360955267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/09/quack.html' title='*quack*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-115797113000971508</id><published>2006-09-11T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T03:38:50.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-o2-</title><content type='html'>i've never been so happy in my whole life.ü and i thank the Lord for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the world.ü&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-115797113000971508?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/115797113000971508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=115797113000971508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/115797113000971508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/115797113000971508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/09/o2.html' title='-o2-'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-115721449447804866</id><published>2006-09-02T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T09:28:14.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*happy-joy*</title><content type='html'>well, sometimes you can never be too happy nor too sad. you just can't have the best of both worlds. but hey, whatever comes is something worth learning from. hehe.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish for a little more happiness for the little boy i saw last friday. he was happily playing catch with his cousins (or so i think they &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt; his cousins) and ran his heart out while laughing... i realized he was hard up on running because he had polio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish for the old beggar way down on molave street to have somebody to truly care for him.. he's waaay to old to still be on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish for this and that, tit for tat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized that for every happiness achieved there will always be something that goes after it. i won award&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; at last thursday's presscon (so did rob; he bagged 1st place in sports writing)... only for me to find out that we lost a physics activity to a whopping 65%... bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey, i've already had the guts to edit my friendster status and add a little to it, and i guess that's kinda cute. nyaha, even the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;wobertduckie&lt;/span&gt; addition. haha.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life goes on. love the world.ü&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-115721449447804866?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/115721449447804866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=115721449447804866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying here with you &lt;br /&gt;Listening to the rain &lt;br /&gt;Smiling just to see, the smile upon your face &lt;br /&gt;And these are the moments I thank God that I'm alive &lt;br /&gt;And these are the moments &lt;br /&gt;I'll remember all my life &lt;br /&gt;I found all I've waited for &lt;br /&gt;And I could not ask for more &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking in your eyes &lt;br /&gt;Seeing all I need &lt;br /&gt;Everything you are, is everything to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are the moments &lt;br /&gt;I know heaven must exist &lt;br /&gt;And these are the moments, I know all I need is this &lt;br /&gt;I have all I've waited for (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;And I could not ask for more… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not ask for more than this time together &lt;br /&gt;I could not ask for more than this time with you &lt;br /&gt;And every prayer has been answered &lt;br /&gt;And every dream I’ve had has come true &lt;br /&gt;yeah, right here in this moment, is right where I'm meant to be &lt;br /&gt;Oh, here with you here with me… &lt;br /&gt;Ooh, yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are the moments I thank God that I'm alive &lt;br /&gt;and these are the moments I'll remember all my life &lt;br /&gt;I've got all I've waited for yeah &lt;br /&gt;And I could not ask for more &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not ask for more than this time together &lt;br /&gt;I could not ask for more than this time with you &lt;br /&gt;And every prayer has been answered &lt;br /&gt;And every dream I’ve hads come true &lt;br /&gt;yeah, and right here in this moment is right where I'm meant to be &lt;br /&gt;here with you here with me… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not ask for more than the love you give me &lt;br /&gt;'Cuz it's all I've waited for &lt;br /&gt;And I could not ask for more (more)&lt;br /&gt;ooh and I could not ask for more&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the world.ü&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-115656562885304951?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/115656562885304951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=115656562885304951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/115656562885304951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/115656562885304951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post_26.html' title='*Ü*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-115545896453052826</id><published>2006-08-13T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T01:49:24.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Ü*</title><content type='html'>i guess we can never be to happy with what we have. i mean, i can be the quintessential perfectionista, brat and jerk all in one sitting, but hey; i can be happy. &lt;strong&gt;and i really am this time&lt;/strong&gt;.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am wishing for the best without letting it clash with further maintenance of nikki estrada. hahaha, heeheehee.Ü it's just amazing.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the world.Ü&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-115545896453052826?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/115545896453052826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=115545896453052826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/115545896453052826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/115545896453052826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title='*Ü*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-115520019411908817</id><published>2006-08-10T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T01:56:34.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*'buh-liss'*</title><content type='html'>i guess everbody has to have the chance, opportunity and privilege to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i know that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY&lt;/strong&gt;.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask RoB.ü&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the world.&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-115520019411908817?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/115520019411908817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=115520019411908817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/115520019411908817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/115520019411908817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/08/buh-liss.html' title='*&apos;buh-liss&apos;*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-115469355468734330</id><published>2006-08-04T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T05:12:35.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*good*thang*madness*love*</title><content type='html'>i think life's just &lt;strong&gt;GREAT&lt;/strong&gt; at the moment. haha.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't ask for anything more, less, or whatever. it's just so &lt;em&gt;blissful&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how i wish&lt;/em&gt;.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the world.&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-115469355468734330?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/115469355468734330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=115469355468734330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/115469355468734330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/115469355468734330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/08/goodthangmadnesslove.html' title='*good*thang*madness*love*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-115450871220477532</id><published>2006-08-02T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T01:51:52.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*wahine depression*</title><content type='html'>i can&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; believe this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of all people, HE has to be the one to lose the hawaiian clamp which i favored so much. deyng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha, kiss me freak. i cannot believe this. but anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pag mahal mo, lahat ok lang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-115450871220477532?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/115450871220477532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=115450871220477532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/115450871220477532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/115450871220477532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/08/wahine-depression.html' title='*wahine depression*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-115407138133062492</id><published>2006-07-28T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T00:23:01.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*waAaAaAh!!!*</title><content type='html'>am such a dahling. am having a ball here.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wouldn't know if that's something that you call &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"luto"&lt;/span&gt;, but heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I WON!&lt;/span&gt; wahahahahaha!!!!ü oh, not just me but rob, too. such nakaness in that. bwahahaha! &gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it gets better by the moment. just think about it, MISS STEP. wahaha. kiss me freak.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-115407138133062492?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/115407138133062492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=115407138133062492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/115407138133062492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/115407138133062492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/07/waaaaaah.html' title='*waAaAaAh!!!*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-115355706672586108</id><published>2006-07-22T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T01:31:06.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*southside*</title><content type='html'>i've had a wonderful week.ü haha.ü &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.mah.gawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this can be considered as one of those &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"oh-my-goodness-i-think-i'm-falling-for-you"&lt;/span&gt; cases. is it bad? well, not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;liar, liar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, let him keep guessing. i'd never want to look like a freak again. ehehe.Ü&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;Para Sa Akin- Sitti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kung ika'y magiging akin&lt;br /&gt;di ka na muling luluha pa&lt;br /&gt;pangakong di ka lolokohin&lt;br /&gt;ng puso kong nagmamahal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kung ako ay papalarin&lt;br /&gt;na ako'y iyong mahal na rin&lt;br /&gt;pangakong ikaw lang ang iibigin&lt;br /&gt;magpakailanman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;di kita pipilitin&lt;br /&gt;sundin mo ang iyong damdamin&lt;br /&gt;hayaan na lang tumibok ang puso mo&lt;br /&gt;para sa akin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kung ako ay mamalasin&lt;br /&gt;at mayroon ka ng ibang mahal&lt;br /&gt;ngunit patuloy ang aking pag-ibig&lt;br /&gt;magpakailanman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the world.ü&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-115355706672586108?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/115355706672586108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=115355706672586108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/115355706672586108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/115355706672586108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/07/southside.html' title='*southside*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-115347961929664122</id><published>2006-07-21T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T04:00:19.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*wahaha*</title><content type='html'>anyways, i'd rather keep it a secret until everything's well, uhh.. OKAY.ü gawd, am like this &lt;em&gt;sabog&lt;/em&gt; weirdo looking for a life. but heck, am happy. as long as it's a secret. wahahaha.ü does he know? i'll never figure out, and i still dunno if he knows that he's &lt;em&gt;the great da vinci &lt;/em&gt;but as they say, &lt;em&gt;we make a great pair.&lt;/em&gt; *gushes* ehem.. ehem.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the world.ü&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-115347961929664122?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/115347961929664122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=115347961929664122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/115347961929664122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/115347961929664122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/07/wahaha.html' title='*wahaha*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-115302946177235217</id><published>2006-07-16T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T22:57:41.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*wheee*</title><content type='html'>i think i'm gonna give life another shot. haha.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this time, i know it's gonna be worth it.ÜüÜ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;am soooo HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;. greet me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-115302946177235217?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/115302946177235217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=115302946177235217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/115302946177235217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/115302946177235217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/07/wheee.html' title='*wheee*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-115286012164712327</id><published>2006-07-14T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T23:55:21.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*sOnA*</title><content type='html'>anyways, am trying to establish something solid here. am planning things ahead of schedule, so that there'll be a back-up thingie going on in my life if ever.haha. did anybody know that am taking rob as my date for the JSP? &gt;:p wahaha, no comments please.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the world.&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-115286012164712327?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/115286012164712327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=115286012164712327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/115286012164712327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/115286012164712327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/07/sona.html' title='*sOnA*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-115228154932573560</id><published>2006-07-07T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T07:12:29.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>i have had my share of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt; things and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; things in life, and i have had the worst of what can think imaginable of what my capacities can take me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i suddenly passed by caloy's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a big TAE. and i thought i had my share of problems. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; become &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;US&lt;/span&gt;? i wouldn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the suspense is still hanging.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-115228154932573560?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/115228154932573560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=115228154932573560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/115228154932573560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/115228154932573560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-115191228786570363</id><published>2006-07-03T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T00:38:07.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*random thoughts*</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You'll Find Love Where You Least Expect It&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/wherewillyoufindlovequiz/least-expect.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type most likely to find love... surprised?&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't be! You're a fun, independent woman who is always out and about.&lt;br /&gt;And you're smart to sometimes leave your girlfriends behind and go it alone.&lt;br /&gt;Men love to approach you when you're out by yourself - including Mr. Perfect!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/wherewillyoufindlovequiz/"&gt;Where Will You Find Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha, true TRUE.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Men See You As Choosy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howdomenseeyouquiz/see-choosy.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men notice you light years before you notice them&lt;br /&gt;You take a selective approach to dating, and you can afford to be picky&lt;br /&gt;You aren't looking for a quick flirt - but a memorable encounter&lt;br /&gt;It may take men a while to ask you out, but it's worth the wait&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/howdomenseeyouquiz/"&gt;How Do Men See You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;baka nga&lt;/span&gt;.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have Your PhD in Men&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howwelldoyouunderstandmenquiz/good.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You understand men almost better than anyone.&lt;br /&gt;You accept that guys are very different, and you read signals well.&lt;br /&gt;Work what you know about men, and your relationships will be blissful.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/howwelldoyouunderstandmenquiz/"&gt;How Well Do You Understand Men?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoohoo.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Fun Sexy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofsexyareyouquiz/fun-sexy.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're funny, quirky, cute, and sassy.&lt;br /&gt;Guys always have a great time with you, and that alone is sexy.&lt;br /&gt;You've got an upbeat, optimistic spirit that totally shines through.&lt;br /&gt;Any guy would be crazy to turn you down!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofsexyareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Sexy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.ü&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-115191228786570363?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/115191228786570363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=115191228786570363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/115191228786570363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/115191228786570363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/07/random-thoughts.html' title='*random thoughts*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-115174531749904654</id><published>2006-07-01T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T02:15:17.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*dayz*</title><content type='html'>lots of things run through my mind nowadays. with the lyceum thingie and the scholarship blah and this and that.. and how i wish i had more shape and the morena color and the super-straight hair and a more perfect complexion... with better grades and tons of medals and a hottie, caring, sweet, honest, loyal boyfriend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's a lot. not until i saw this marvelous display of irregularly shaped clouds while driving along the whole stretch of commonwealth avenue just an hour ago. odd, but marvelously beautiful in it's twisted array of pseudo-cotton style with the silver lining effects. gawd.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's when i realized that things ain't need to look aesthetically perfect in order to be called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll live. i'll be happy. i'll love my life. i'll be nikki estrada.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-115174531749904654?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/115174531749904654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=115174531749904654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/115174531749904654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/115174531749904654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/07/dayz.html' title='*dayz*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-115139272687787638</id><published>2006-06-27T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T00:18:46.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*as if...*</title><content type='html'>i really wouldn't know what this year'll offer for me, but i hope there'll be a hundred-and-one nicies. hehe.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how would i exactly know WHO and WHAT'll be the content of the story that'll go on for the whole ten yards- err, MONTHS i mean. :P anyway, hahaha. i wouldn't know.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would he be &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the ONE&lt;/span&gt;? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-115139272687787638?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/115139272687787638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=115139272687787638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/115139272687787638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/115139272687787638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/06/as-if.html' title='*as if...*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-115113603582772353</id><published>2006-06-24T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T01:00:35.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*weird-oh*</title><content type='html'>anyways, life gets more odd by the moment, but simultaneously happy. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some people aren't just the ones you exactly picture them to be. whew. talk about an &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;almost-a-big-booboo&lt;/span&gt; thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am still happy.ü&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-115113603582772353?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/115113603582772353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=115113603582772353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/115113603582772353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/115113603582772353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/06/weird-oh.html' title='*weird-oh*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-115046441877648016</id><published>2006-06-16T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T06:27:16.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*a girl named mikka robelle sison claveria*</title><content type='html'>it's now 9pm, and it was just minutes since mikka left going home. she came around due to my request to talk to her in person (since she was requesting too, last wednesday) and "talk time" was limited (how &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;labo&lt;/span&gt;). i miss mikka every now and then, and it friggin' sucks. i just can't say that i can "move on" all because i can feel that she's already miles away from the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;elitistas&lt;/span&gt; when the fact is she's just a 30-minute ride away. sigh. talks are so limited, but i'm happy she's around. i miss mikka so much. so THE HELL to those who ask &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"sino na pinalit mo sa mikka anak mo?"&lt;/span&gt; for the record: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ANO KA, TANGA?! NAPAPALTAN BA ANG ANAK?!!&lt;/span&gt; err... stewpeed ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, let's just stick around and see what'll happen to *xviii*. this is a bad case of infatuation. haha. kiss me freak.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the world.&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-115046441877648016?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/115046441877648016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=115046441877648016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/115046441877648016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/115046441877648016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/06/girl-named-mikka-robelle-sison.html' title='*a girl named mikka robelle sison claveria*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-115035670023836509</id><published>2006-06-15T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T00:31:40.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*ume-eighteen*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ohmahohmahohmahGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pano ba toh, opisyal naaaa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"bye, take care ah? and no more patintero sa gitna ng daan!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.my.gawd.ü&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-115035670023836509?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/115035670023836509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=115035670023836509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/115035670023836509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/115035670023836509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/06/ume-eighteen.html' title='*ume-eighteen*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-114983772000928884</id><published>2006-06-09T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T00:22:00.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*ü*</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Reputation Is: Sweet Girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsyourreputationquiz/sweet-girl.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you're well known, there's nothing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;You're reputation is mostly good - as good as any rep can be.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatsyourreputationquiz/"&gt;What's Your Reputation?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, kiss me freak.ü&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-114983772000928884?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/114983772000928884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=114983772000928884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/114983772000928884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/114983772000928884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title='*ü*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-114967917681141270</id><published>2006-06-07T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T04:19:36.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*change, baybeh*</title><content type='html'>anyway, today was just marvelous.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and heck, am soooo interested in the guy i'll just call &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;da vinci&lt;/span&gt;. hehehe. try me. Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayyy, keso0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0obraaaaaaaaaaaa!!!! *aieee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the world!&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-114967917681141270?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/114967917681141270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=114967917681141270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/114967917681141270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/114967917681141270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/06/change-baybeh.html' title='*change, baybeh*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-114949002430177359</id><published>2006-06-05T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T23:47:04.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*weebie*</title><content type='html'>today's the start of everything else. away from pains, pressures (well not entirely), and a big change to embrace the newly reformatted nikki estrada.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if ever things go bad, i just sing daniel powter's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bad day&lt;/span&gt; and everything's gonna be all right.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still hate pusa for being such a bitch. well, factually she is and am not afraid to say so. so, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sorry sha bigtime&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still have to avoid some people. in a civil way, say &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hi&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hey&lt;/span&gt; or whatever... but it ain't the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i despise myself at times for being a weakling at times... but THIS time, it's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;byebye&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;to YOU&lt;/span&gt; muna then &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i'll just see you when i see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, let's get started on life... AGAIN.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why mister antisocial-slash-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;isnabero&lt;/span&gt;-slash-cutie sees me way front. he's just soooo intriguing!!!ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love life. very much.üÜ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-114949002430177359?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/114949002430177359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=114949002430177359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/114949002430177359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/114949002430177359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/06/weebie.html' title='*weebie*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-114941356624779232</id><published>2006-06-04T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T02:32:46.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*eff..*</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Donde está el momento necesitamos el la mayoría&lt;br /&gt;Usted golpea con el pie encima de las hojas y se pierde la magia&lt;br /&gt;Me dicen que sus cielos azules se descoloren al gris&lt;br /&gt;Me dicen su pasión salida&lt;br /&gt;Y no necesito ningún carryin ' encendido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usted está parado en la línea apenas para golpear un nuevo punto bajo&lt;br /&gt;Usted está falsificando una sonrisa con el café para ir&lt;br /&gt;Usted me dice su vida sida manera fuera de línea&lt;br /&gt;Usted se está cayendo al everytime de los pedazos&lt;br /&gt;Y no necesito ningún carryin ' encendido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Causa usted tenía un mal día&lt;br /&gt;Usted está tomando uno abajo&lt;br /&gt;Usted canta una canción triste apenas para darle vuelta alrededor&lt;br /&gt;Usted dice que usted no sabe&lt;br /&gt;Usted me dice que no mienta&lt;br /&gt;Usted trabaja en una sonrisa y usted va para un paseo&lt;br /&gt;Usted tenía un mal día&lt;br /&gt;La cámara fotográfica no miente&lt;br /&gt;Usted se está volviendo abajo y usted realmente no importa&lt;br /&gt;Usted tenía un mal día&lt;br /&gt;Usted tenía un mal día&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pozo usted necesita un día de fiesta del cielo azul&lt;br /&gt;El punto es ellos se ríe de lo que usted dice&lt;br /&gt;Y no necesito ningún carryin ' encendido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usted tenía un mal día&lt;br /&gt;Usted está tomando uno abajo&lt;br /&gt;Usted canta una canción triste apenas para darle vuelta alrededor&lt;br /&gt;Usted dice que usted no sabe&lt;br /&gt;Usted me dice que no mienta&lt;br /&gt;Usted trabaja en una sonrisa y usted va para un paseo&lt;br /&gt;Usted tenía un mal día&lt;br /&gt;La cámara fotográfica no miente&lt;br /&gt;Usted se está volviendo abajo y usted realmente no importa&lt;br /&gt;Usted tenía un mal día&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Día de fiesta Del Oh...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El sistema va a veces en el centelleo&lt;br /&gt;Y la cosa entera resulta mal&lt;br /&gt;Usted puede ser que no haga que ella detrás y usted saben&lt;br /&gt;Que usted podría ser el oh bien que fuerte&lt;br /&gt;Y no soy incorrecto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan donde está la pasión cuando usted lo necesita más&lt;br /&gt;Oh usted e I&lt;br /&gt;Usted golpea con el pie encima de las hojas y se pierde la magia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Causa usted tenía un mal día&lt;br /&gt;Usted está tomando uno abajo&lt;br /&gt;Usted canta una canción triste apenas para darle vuelta alrededor&lt;br /&gt;Usted dice que usted no sabe&lt;br /&gt;Usted me dice que no mienta&lt;br /&gt;Usted trabaja en una sonrisa y usted va para un paseo&lt;br /&gt;Usted tenía un mal día&lt;br /&gt;Usted ha visto de lo que usted tiene gusto&lt;br /&gt;Y cómo se siente por una más vez&lt;br /&gt;Usted tenía un mal día&lt;br /&gt;Usted tenía un mal día&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenía un mal día&lt;br /&gt;Tenía un mal día&lt;br /&gt;Tenía un mal día&lt;br /&gt;Tenía un mal día&lt;br /&gt;Tenía un mal día&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Bad Day- Daniel Powter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Where is the moment we needed the most&lt;br /&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost&lt;br /&gt;They tell me your blue skies fade to grey&lt;br /&gt;They tell me your passion's gone away&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stand in the line just to hit a new low&lt;br /&gt;You're faking a smile with the coffee to go&lt;br /&gt;You tell me your life's been way off line&lt;br /&gt;You're falling to pieces everytime&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cause you had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down&lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;The camera don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you need a blue sky holiday&lt;br /&gt;The point is they laugh at what you say&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down&lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;The camera don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh.. Holiday..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the system goes on the blink&lt;br /&gt;And the whole thing turns out wrong&lt;br /&gt;You might not make it back and you know&lt;br /&gt;That you could be well oh that strong&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where is the passion when you need it the most&lt;br /&gt;Oh you and I&lt;br /&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down&lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You've seen what you like&lt;br /&gt;And how does it feel for one more time&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never again ah... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;abusado ka na&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-114941356624779232?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/114941356624779232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=114941356624779232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/114941356624779232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/114941356624779232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/06/eff.html' title='*eff..*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-114906797389957563</id><published>2006-05-31T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T02:45:17.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*whatchamacallit day*</title><content type='html'>this day is just one of those i-dunno-what-to-do-since-i'm-stuck days. eew, just odd. anyway, just a few days more 'til school comes. hehe. excited? err... &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A5C3DE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Sexy Brazilian Name is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#BDD3E6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/sexybraziliannamegenerator/girl.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tatiane Rodrigues&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/sexybraziliannamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Sexy Brazilian Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, a big &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NHUX&lt;/span&gt;! hahaha!ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now this is what i call NIKKI ESTRADA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Five Variable Love Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivevariablelovetest/love.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Propensity for Monogamy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your propensity for monogamy is medium.&lt;br /&gt;In general, you prefer to have only one love interest.&lt;br /&gt;But it's hard for you to stay devoted for too long!&lt;br /&gt;There's too much eye candy to keep you from wandering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience Level:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your experience level is high.&lt;br /&gt;You've loved, lost, and loved again.&lt;br /&gt;You have had a wide range of love experiences.&lt;br /&gt;And when the real thing comes along, you know it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dominance is low.&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't mean you're a doormat, just balanced.&lt;br /&gt;You know a relationship is not about getting your way.&lt;br /&gt;And you love to give your sweetie a lot of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cynicism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your cynicism is low.&lt;br /&gt;You are an eternal optimist when it comes to love and romance.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many times you've been hurt - you're never bitter.&lt;br /&gt;You believe in one true love, your perfect soulmate.&lt;br /&gt;And if you haven't found true love yet, you know you will soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your independence is medium.&lt;br /&gt;In relationships, you need both "me time" and "we time."&lt;br /&gt;You usually find it easy to be part of a couple.&lt;br /&gt;But occasionally you start to feel a little smothered.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/thefivevariablelovetest/"&gt;The Five Variable Love Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can you say? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weh, and who is THIS applicable to?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Jealous Ex&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattypeofexareyouquiz/jealous-ex.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not quite over your past, and you are hurt that your ex is moving on&lt;br /&gt;You're no longer in love, but you're not done with being pissed&lt;br /&gt;Jealous of any happiness that comes your ex's way, you still can't let go&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whattypeofexareyouquiz/"&gt;What Type of Ex Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;All Signs Point To Your Ex Digging You!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/isyourexstillintoyouquiz/ex-likes-you.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's dying to get back together...&lt;br /&gt;Even if he won't admit it to you (or himself)&lt;br /&gt;And if the feeling's mutual, then all the better&lt;br /&gt;Just let him come to you about it - &lt;br /&gt;That way you'll have the upper hand&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/isyourexstillintoyouquiz/"&gt;Is Your Ex Still Into You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BoO..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakanaa... see this!ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Popular Kid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whowereyouinhighschoolquiz/popular.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In high school, everyone knew your name - even if you didn't know theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, your still skating by on your looks and charm. Nothing wrong with that!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whowereyouinhighschoolquiz/"&gt;Who Were You In High School?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Woman!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouagirlorawomanquiz/woman.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you've made it to adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;You're emotionally mature, responsible, and unlikely to act out.&lt;br /&gt;You accept that life is hard - and do your best to keep things upbeat.&lt;br /&gt;This makes you the perfect girlfriend... or even wife!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyouagirlorawomanquiz/"&gt;Are You A Girl Or a Woman?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last one, promise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFA5B2" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Candy Heart Is "BE MINE"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFDBE0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatcandyconversationheartareyouquiz/be-mine.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got your eye on someone, that's for sure&lt;br /&gt;And you're hoping for a little spark to erupt&lt;br /&gt;Make it happen on Valentine's day by going from friendly to flirty&lt;br /&gt;Or if you're shy, at least play Secret Admirer&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatcandyconversationheartareyouquiz/"&gt;What Candy Conversation Heart Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just cute.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You'll Find a Boyfriend Within 3 Months&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whenwillyoumeetyournextboyfriendquiz/three-months.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you need a bit more time to get over an ex&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe you need a confidence boost to talk to new guys&lt;br /&gt;Either way, you'll find a boyfriend in time...&lt;br /&gt;As long as you keep getting out there and meeting new guys&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whenwillyoumeetyournextboyfriendquiz/"&gt;When Will You Meet Your Next Boyfriend?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wOo0! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Artemis!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatgoddessareyouquiz/artemis.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brave, and a natural born leader.&lt;br /&gt;You're willing to fight for what you believe in...&lt;br /&gt;And willing to make tough decisions.&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget - the people around you have ideas too!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatgoddessareyouquiz/"&gt;What Goddess Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i guess this is enuf.ü&lt;br /&gt;love the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-114906797389957563?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/114906797389957563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=114906797389957563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/114906797389957563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/114906797389957563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/05/whatchamacallit-day.html' title='*whatchamacallit day*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-114898179411533000</id><published>2006-05-30T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T02:36:34.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*a big "err"*</title><content type='html'>anyway, would it be so stupidly impossible to think about &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mr. you-know-that-you-and-your-boyfriend-aren't-married-so-it's-possible-for-me-to-court-you&lt;/span&gt;, like a big &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DUHH&lt;/span&gt;. yuck. canNOT happen. eew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i can say that he's still cute. &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but heck, he can be the dumbest guy on the face of this planet! *guffaws*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ravenous appetite mode&lt;/span&gt; due to premenstrual hormonal imbalance. swear, i eat like a pig at these times of the month, turn into a day monster, and get back my sanity in less than 24 hours.ü i'll live, swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the world.ü&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-114898179411533000?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/114898179411533000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=114898179411533000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/114898179411533000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/114898179411533000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/05/big-err.html' title='*a big &quot;err&quot;*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-114878647098642804</id><published>2006-05-28T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T20:52:51.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*a big weh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Rising Sign is Virgo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.quizdiva.net/risingsign/virgo.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well put-together and elegant, you sometimes seem standoffish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And truth be told, sometimes you do feel superior to those around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit shy and introverted, you tend to stay quiet - even if you're feeling social.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At parties, you can seem like you're very serious while you're having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You clever and ingenious, with an alert and active mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good at facts and figures, you excel at logical and mathematical tasks.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/risingsigns/"&gt;What is Your Rising Sign?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mister 1-day crush made me a testimonial. wheee.ü hahaha, cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i cannot believe that i miss somebody &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;unmissable&lt;/span&gt; when the fact is it's supposed to be normal to miss people. this one's different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, love the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-114878647098642804?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/114878647098642804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=114878647098642804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/114878647098642804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/114878647098642804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/05/big-weh.html' title='*a big weh*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-114837571033129397</id><published>2006-05-23T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T02:15:10.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*random ice cream*</title><content type='html'>» i have encoded almost all ice cream purchases from FIC today, and heck, how i thought that it'd bring me &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt;... amfness. it effing didn't. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» i almost thought that i lost that shitty Coca-Cola receipt and almost threw an impromptu bitch fit... whew! thank gawd it was just under the stupid keyboard!!! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» i woke up early today, haha. kiss me freak.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» who to miss: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;? tsss... nevermind. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» i still &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; ice cream. and am willing to try the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;peanut butter&lt;/span&gt; flavored one again. hehehehe.Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» i just love norah jones. and corinne drewery. and basia. and the whole lot.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-114837571033129397?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/114837571033129397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=114837571033129397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/114837571033129397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/114837571033129397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/05/random-ice-cream.html' title='*random ice cream*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-114829003670468663</id><published>2006-05-22T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T02:27:16.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*at random*</title><content type='html'>» i woke up today with a smile on my face. for the first time, i'd actually love my sister for waking me up in a human-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; way. haha.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» i love my parents, even if they'd literally take my head off at times.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» i'll beat the shit out of the effing asshole who ran over the cat along anonas. not meaning that i side pusa reyes, but am a staunch supporter of animal rights. *bow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» i salute the mom-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; lady who rode the jeep, front seat. just marvelous.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» i'd love to beat the shit out that biarch. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» i love my life. and i can say that am constantly in love with life.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-114829003670468663?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/114829003670468663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=114829003670468663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/114829003670468663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/114829003670468663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/05/at-random.html' title='*at random*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-114811822630601497</id><published>2006-05-20T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T02:43:46.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*ask anybody, they will all say the same*</title><content type='html'>nakanaa, and the heading's what's got to do with basia? whahaha.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, got this chain thing from karen which she posted on the bulletin board just minutes ago. i tolerated it because it was cool and not because it's a sick chain. it was on the babies thingie. here's mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;-------------SEPTEMBER BABY ---------------&lt;br /&gt;Active and dynamic. Decisive and haste but tends&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself.&lt;br /&gt;Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic.&lt;br /&gt;Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems.&lt;br /&gt;Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and&lt;br /&gt;caring. Suave and generous. Usually you have&lt;br /&gt;many friends. Enjoys making love. Emotional.&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn. Hasty. Good memory. Moving, motivates&lt;br /&gt;oneself and others. Loves to travel and explore.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes sexy in a way that only their lover can&lt;br /&gt;understand. if you do not repost this in the next 5&lt;br /&gt;mins, someone very close to you will become mad&lt;br /&gt;at you in the next 8 days.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, nice one.ü&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-114811822630601497?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/114811822630601497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=114811822630601497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/114811822630601497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7934/723/1600/wixx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7934/723/320/wixx.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go spot the hot nixx.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i guess that'll be a more &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;humane&lt;/span&gt; approach to civility and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;all that stupid civility jazz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i say goodbye? i don't think so, since i do say so, then i might've placed bad bitches on pedestals and paid homage to them. oh please. *vomit*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, okay, so i throw bitch fits here and there. but for a cause. and that doesn't mean i'm a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bitch for real&lt;/span&gt;. get the picture? oh duhh. nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i did say goodbye, the bitch does get the throne, and i can't let that happen. let's just do the MIA thingie first. by then, people just might know &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the meaning of value and worth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's get out of the "wading-in-self-pity-mode".üÜ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nakanaaa, am having a ball here&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-114802959060729810?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/114802959060729810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=114802959060729810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;From the very first time I rest my eyes on you, boy &lt;br /&gt;My heart said follow through&lt;br /&gt;But I know now that I'm way down on your line &lt;br /&gt;But the waiting feeling's fine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;»am a very good girl, so i wait.&lt;br /&gt;and wait.&lt;br /&gt;and wait.&lt;br /&gt;and wait.&lt;br /&gt;and wait.&lt;br /&gt;sigh, when will it end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;So don't treat me like a puppet on a string &lt;br /&gt;Because I know how to do my thing &lt;br /&gt;Don't talk to me as if you think I'm dumb&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know when you're gotta come, you see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;»he may think that everything's okay between us, but the truth is, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;it isn't&lt;/span&gt;. haha, let's laugh our hearts out this time, over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna wait in vain for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; love&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna wait in vain for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I don't wanna wait in vain for your love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Cause summer is here&lt;/span&gt; - and I'm &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;still waiting&lt;/span&gt; there&lt;br /&gt;Winter is here - and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm still waiting&lt;/span&gt; there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;»haha, how patient can a princessa be? marvelous. he'll never get the full picture. i know it not presumably, but i know because i have proof. he showed me himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It's been three years since I'm knocking on your door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And still I can knock some more &lt;br /&gt;Ooh boy, ooh boy - is it crazy look, I wanna know now &lt;br /&gt;For I to knock some more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;»hello, anybody home? like duhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In life I know that there is lots of grief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;But your love is my relief &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tears in my eyes burn &lt;br /&gt;Tears in my eyes burn &lt;br /&gt;While I'm waitin' &lt;br /&gt;While I'm waitin' for my turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;»i'm tired. sigh. goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;br /&gt;You see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-114757936793893725?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/114757936793893725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-114758285340001120</id><published>2006-05-14T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T22:00:53.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*me and being a weh- candy.Ü*</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Snickers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofcandyareyouquiz/snickers.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nutty and gooey - you always satisfy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofcandyareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Candy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice one.&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-114758285340001120?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/114758285340001120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=114758285340001120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/114758285340001120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/114758285340001120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/05/me-and-being-weh-candy.html' title='*me and being a weh- candy.Ü*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-114740722300707981</id><published>2006-05-11T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T21:13:43.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*blast from the past*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It’s three in the morning&lt;br /&gt;You're nowhere in sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all that I wanted was&lt;br /&gt;To be with you tonight&lt;br /&gt;I've watched love get closer&lt;br /&gt;And then fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I've seen you believe in me&lt;br /&gt;I've seen you trying to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;But what good is holding on&lt;br /&gt;When you know that all&lt;br /&gt;You can think about is letting go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;They say if you love someone&lt;br /&gt;Then set them free&lt;br /&gt;If they come back again&lt;br /&gt;Then in the end it was meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought we were lovers&lt;br /&gt;I thought we were friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I guess when reality steps in&lt;br /&gt;The dreaming ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live for the future&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;learn from the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;No matter how hard we try&lt;br /&gt;Some good things never last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you can think about is letting go&lt;br /&gt;Be true to yourself, my love&lt;br /&gt;That’s all I ever wanted you to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Just don't forget to smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I' ll reach for the stars&lt;br /&gt;I have got them in sight&lt;br /&gt;There's someone who really needs me&lt;br /&gt;Out there in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll live for the future&lt;br /&gt;We'll learn from the past&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard we try&lt;br /&gt;Some good things never last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why can't they last?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ewan ko ba, pero&lt;/span&gt; i guess this day is just one of the most depressing ones ever since may month ever came around. sigh. as if &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;anybody&lt;/span&gt; has to do &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; with that. boohoow. anyways,it's always so timely that whenever i feel funny, it starts to rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohgawd, help me out, anybody? *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, the days in the life of the demented princessa MUST go on... must NOT forget that i have a life, as to may anybody may not know. waha.more of the patient encoding even if your boss has this odd capacity of chopping your head off. sigh. but anyways, i have this friggin' LSS on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Van Halen's Jump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only proving that i haven't lost my touch.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have made up my mind to stay and stray away from what i have been pondering about for so long. it may come as a guilty shock treatment, but i do believe it would be for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;my betterment&lt;/span&gt; and not for his. this time, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;it's my world,&lt;/span&gt; although sounding very selfish, but this time, it has to go my way. i have been putting up with so many heartaches for so long that it would just be about time i'd go far, faraway.&lt;br /&gt;period. but after i set things properly before school resumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's about time i did something good for myself.if nobody'll notice what good things i have done for them without question, without reprimand, without shitty, bitchy-fitty commenting, well then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's about time i'd say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-114740722300707981?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/114740722300707981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=114740722300707981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/114740722300707981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/114740722300707981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/05/blast-from-past.html' title='*blast from the past*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-114716475386205243</id><published>2006-05-09T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T01:52:33.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*insufficient*</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm lying in my bed, all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Called you once again, no one is hom&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;It's raining outside, on Saturday night&lt;br /&gt;Turning out the light, again I tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My friends say I'm too good, too good for you&lt;br /&gt;And maybe that is true, well I don't care&lt;br /&gt;What do they all know, they got it all wrong&lt;br /&gt;This is so unfair, they're playing our song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gets too much heaven no more&lt;br /&gt;It's much harder to come by&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting in line&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gets too much love anymore&lt;br /&gt;It's as high as a mountain&lt;br /&gt;And harder to climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's going on, what is wrong&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be here, why won't you come&lt;br /&gt;And spend some time with me, can't you see&lt;br /&gt;Have we come undone&lt;br /&gt;Is this the end of our song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nobody gets too much heaven no more&lt;br /&gt;It's much harder to come by&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting in line&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gets too much love anymore&lt;br /&gt;It's as high as a mountain&lt;br /&gt;And harder to climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gets too much heaven no more&lt;br /&gt;It's much harder to come by&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting in line&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gets too much love anymore&lt;br /&gt;It's as high as a mountain&lt;br /&gt;And harder to climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[BRIDGE]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;How do I deal&lt;br /&gt;With how I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to reveal&lt;br /&gt;Oooh... what is real love&lt;br /&gt;As another day fades away&lt;br /&gt;So I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gets too much heaven no more&lt;br /&gt;It's much harder to come by&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting in line&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gets too much love anymore&lt;br /&gt;It's as high as a mountain&lt;br /&gt;And harder to climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gets too much heaven no more&lt;br /&gt;It's much harder to come by&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting in line&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gets too much love anymore&lt;br /&gt;It's as high as a mountain&lt;br /&gt;And harder to climb&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marvelous how i can still pseudo-cope with everything the world faces me with.&lt;br /&gt;*sob* mehn, i miss you. too bad you wouldn't know. if you had the hunch, it's just a so-what-and-i-don't-care thing. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-114716475386205243?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/114716475386205243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=114716475386205243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/114716475386205243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/114716475386205243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/05/insufficient.html' title='*insufficient*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-114709270630095305</id><published>2006-05-08T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T02:42:54.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*harvardian, with honors*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7934/723/1600/honors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7934/723/320/honors.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.moirakelly.net/pictures/withhonors/Honors02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.moirakelly.net/pictures/withhonors/Honors02.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha, i watched &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'with honors'&lt;/span&gt; all over again and i found it really marvelous.üÜü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vidiot.com/OneTreeHill/images/MoiraKelly-2004-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.vidiot.com/OneTreeHill/images/MoiraKelly-2004-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldn't really find another more decent picture of moira kelly (a.k.a. lookalike, as according to uncle derbie.ü), but she was just marvelous in the movie.  she played courtney, monty's (brendan) fellow roomie and harvardian who just adores monty for being so perfect, yet monty never had the guts to 'end the friendship' with, not until the pajama party. nyaha.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7934/723/1600/brendanmoira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7934/723/320/brendanmoira.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one of my most favorite scenes, where brendan kisses moira and well, takes moira by surprise. she quips: "what are you doing??" he quickly adds, "im ending our friendship". wahahaha, cute.üÜü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.absolutelybrendan.com/wh_021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.absolutelybrendan.com/wh_021.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'd like to end up with a hot harvardian in the likeness of brendan fraser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty please? hahaha.ü&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-114709270630095305?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/114709270630095305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=114709270630095305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/114709270630095305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/114709270630095305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/05/harvardian-with-honors.html' title='*harvardian, with honors*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-114698176790619903</id><published>2006-05-07T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T23:02:47.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*weh?*</title><content type='html'>"Bad Habit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Kelly]&lt;br /&gt;How many times&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna apologize about the same thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And how many times can I take you back&lt;br /&gt;When I'm not the one that's doin' wrong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(When I'm not the one that's doin' wrong, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I thought maybe if I started prayin'&lt;br /&gt;That we would get better, but&lt;br /&gt;When I would pray the answer would always come back to me bein' done&lt;br /&gt;But we are so hard headed when we're in love&lt;br /&gt;So I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I told myself that I would make some changes&lt;br /&gt;But the more I change there's one thing that remains the same &lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to shake ya&lt;br /&gt;You seem to really have a hold on me&lt;br /&gt;And everytime that we break up&lt;br /&gt;We turn around and make up&lt;br /&gt;This can't go on now&lt;br /&gt;I gotta move on now&lt;br /&gt;It's not the fact that I don't love you no more&lt;br /&gt;But I gotta break this bad habit&lt;br /&gt;Can't take his bad habit no more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Kelly]&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally out of my element&lt;br /&gt;Learnin' new ways to live, while your in a comfort zone&lt;br /&gt;Not even thinkin, (you couldn't think about me) to call &lt;br /&gt;And then when I get mad you buy me gifts &lt;br /&gt;Thinkin' it's gonna solve every issue&lt;br /&gt;From the girl callin my phone, to the pictures that I saw&lt;br /&gt;And every time you would break up with me for nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;I've takin all I could take (I've takin all I could take)&lt;br /&gt;But the way I live has gotta change, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge Kelly]&lt;br /&gt;Let me break it down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever loved somebody&lt;br /&gt;So much that you was just to blind to see&lt;br /&gt;Past, all of the pain they was causin' you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies do you feel me (do you feel me)&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever loved somebody&lt;br /&gt;So much that you went against the right things that you should do&lt;br /&gt;Then it's time to make a change&lt;br /&gt;So I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-114698176790619903?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/114698176790619903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=114698176790619903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/114698176790619903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/114698176790619903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/05/weh.html' title='*weh?*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-114691753389932892</id><published>2006-05-06T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T05:12:13.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*"ano bang kulang?"*</title><content type='html'>anyways, have been to magallanes and cubao and back today. haha.ü marvelous how 'alive' i still am. nyahaha.ü mom  and i met up with tita rota to go check out the prospective place where tita rota's new branch shall &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;rise&lt;/span&gt;. gawd, i could go on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to prospect site no. 1: the site's to die for, i say. with the view and the space and the strategic planning, it's great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"powtek! me kulang!"&lt;/span&gt; as i have said to myself in a matter-of-fact way... there has to be something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"oh, there's no comfort room!"&lt;/span&gt; haha.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwards, we went over to Dayrit's for lunch, and i had pasta americana. it was sooo good, i tell you... but here i go again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"powtek! me kulang!"&lt;/span&gt; as i have said to myself in a matter-of-fact way... there has to be something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh, the pasta ain't got no pepper!" nyahaha.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so the day went on and on and went on and on (yawn), i am still maria francesca domenica trinidad estrada. marvelous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kick my ass for just this once, but uhh... &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"powtek, ba't parang me kulang?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's got to be something missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps, just &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's, or perhaps, he's just out there.&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-114691753389932892?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/114691753389932892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=114691753389932892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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so much control ever since the machiavellian era of what and want nots of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i deserve such 'impeaceable peace'? maybe. maybe not. mehn, call me immature, but heck, am not. bwahaha, kiss me freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;odd, but well... just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-114683372388184529?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/114683372388184529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=114683372388184529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/114683372388184529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/114683372388184529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/05/emote-control.html' title='*emote control*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-114670929228514678</id><published>2006-05-04T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T19:23:31.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>i'm just so SORRY. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things wouldn't work out like this if we're practically, figuratively and naturally in different worlds. am basically tired of what we both had to put up with, but i am really thankful that you did come around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sorry&lt;em&gt; talaga&lt;/em&gt;. i wish we'd be something better. not now maybe, but who knows? fate makes so many mysteries and twists and turns, we'll never know what it'll have in store for the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am so bad at this, but i do believe it's better for the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-114670929228514678?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/114670929228514678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=114670929228514678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/114670929228514678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/114670929228514678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-114656861133179609</id><published>2006-05-02T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T04:16:51.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*sunset daze*</title><content type='html'>i have sunset daze's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;selfish&lt;/span&gt; as LSS, and add join the club's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nobela&lt;/span&gt;. nyahaha.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, sooner or later i'll really love the encoding job. just a little more time allotment then i'll do greater. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am happy that i was able to attend mae's bash at king of jaipur last night. the food was well, funny... but rapao's silly jokes and impersonation of a 5/6 set the happiness right. that was the first time in summer break's history that i had such a hearty laugh. thanks rapao.üÜü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking my heart out, i'll never know what suits me. or so i think. i can never be the same princessa, but i do pray for something that'll change eveything else for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not bad to miss, but it just so happened that not all things are worth saying, and that some are just better left unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a girl like me can be somebody whom anybody can run to, cry on, lean on... but it'll be such a big mistake to make me cry. it'll make and break. i am resilient, but it'll  leave such a big blow in my life. i am strong, yes, but i am human. i do cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad i miss you. too bad you dunno who you are. if you may, you wouldn't exactly care the way i wanted you to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-114656861133179609?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/114656861133179609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=114656861133179609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/114656861133179609'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» remember the skater punk piece of shit? that's really some hot shit. and if ever that piece of shit does come around here in my blog and scatter some shit in my tagboard, he's really gonna be a ruined piece of shit. promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how i got to see an eatery with the homemade 'lugaw' on my way to lola sue's place with his name as the eatery's name. haha, i do pray that all their customers would be far away from harm. &gt;:D yuck. now this skeleton gets flushed into the in-sinker-ator.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» justin told me just almost a week ago that their's gonna be a scheduled summer camp for the holyfam chapter. i do hope it pushes through. remember the summer camp fits i threw all around last year? yuck. ;p grose. this skeleton does go into the trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» the ever-crushable summer crush. he's undoubtedly cute and charming, but the bottomline? he's not exactly my type. peace. this goes into the recycle bin, let's just save it.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» the one who made summer 2005 memorable in some ways? the skeleton's still around. don't really have any plans yet what to do with it, but i think it's still a keeper, for the meantime.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-114644707484234898?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/114644707484234898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=114644707484234898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/114644707484234898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/114644707484234898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/05/summer-monsters.html' title='*summer monsters*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-114631139405587666</id><published>2006-04-29T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T04:49:54.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*someone like you*</title><content type='html'>in search of the perfect "someone like you" of nikki estrada's preference, life doesn't get any worse in that category. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she constantly tries, but never searches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she looks back at "pasts", thinkina that maybe, roads familiar with are quite better than finding someone new in her life. right? wrong? she may never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet, looking back, there would've been so many recollections of mistakes made and lessons learned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet woouldn't it be nice to go back to the 'good old days', doesn't she think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the present is marvelous, magnificent, bedazzling, enviable, indefinite. but the present is well, quite insubstantial. *sob* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sob* *sob* waaaah! why does summer have to be this hard?! i can miss, but exactly &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WHO&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd really like a hug right now. *sob*&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-114631139405587666?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' 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think&lt;/span&gt;. there are just instances wherein you'd suddenly think of the decisions you've made if they were really meant to be just like that; or maybe perhaps you just made that and fate just makes it's course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i basically dunno if i made a mistake in my decision, or if i am &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;about to&lt;/span&gt;. if i am really contented with my stance or i'm pseudo-dwelling in 'pseudo-bliss'. if i am really happy or not. if i'm wading in wonderland or not. if i buried happiness under the covers that i wouldn't get to distinguish it from the pillows and everything else. sigh, this is pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was it something wrong i did, or is it something i forgot for so long that it just had to take the starry night to make me realize how much &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i missed you&lt;/span&gt;. call me stupid, but i'd like to know how much and how far this goes... if it was just because of the summer fling fevers or whatever. *sigh* here goes summer fever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i did miss you. just too scared to admit it in your face. i still do.&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-114586275295633809?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/114586275295633809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=114586275295633809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/114586275295633809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/114586275295633809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/04/come-around.html' title='*come around*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-114507931928456026</id><published>2006-04-15T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T22:41:41.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*fat summer*</title><content type='html'>this is mikka. haha. i miss mikka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e46/dementedprincessa/mikka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e46/dementedprincessa/mikka.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is something else. don't get it? fine. it's mine anyway.Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e46/dementedprincessa/jif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e46/dementedprincessa/jif.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss.miss.miss. misinformed? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the world.&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-114507931928456026?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/114507931928456026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=114507931928456026' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/114507931928456026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/114507931928456026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/04/fat-summer.html' title='*fat summer*'/><author><name>The Great Princess Wikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632403724270931111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8zAoqH_hu4M/R9jlIP4qaII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zpwGqav0khA/S220/nikki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9748462.post-114494020681916140</id><published>2006-04-13T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T08:04:31.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*summer icons*</title><content type='html'>and so anyway, there's just two default icons in my head and hope that it won't linger 'til i-dunno-when days. waha.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss mikka anak quite terribly. any way to take her back this coming schoolyear? oh, crap... *sob* and missing her makes a rain cloud quite well, PLURAL and making it into rain cloudS. stress the S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summe is basically composed of wrong tans, hot days and mcdonald's gone wrong. nyaha.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my goodness. don't ask. loooong story. haha.ü hi mikka, remember the jif-jeep thang? who's this? *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the world.&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-114494020681916140?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/114494020681916140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=114494020681916140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/114494020681916140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/114494020681916140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/04/summer-icons.html' title='*summer icons*'/><author><name>The Great Princess 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there's this sick certainty that i won't get to see mikka anymore... *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the world.&lt;br /&gt;~*princessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9748462-114472409903757394?l=naberrie05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/feeds/114472409903757394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9748462&amp;postID=114472409903757394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/114472409903757394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9748462/posts/default/114472409903757394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naberrie05.blogspot.com/2006/04/heat-wave.html' title='*heat 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