<?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-11665310</id><updated>2011-12-01T11:01:21.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PortraitOfAnEmpress</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>506</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-7894201768988288029</id><published>2007-10-06T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T00:00:50.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dancemydreams.livejournal.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://dancemydreams.livejournal.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dancemydreams.livejournal.com"&gt;http://dancemydreams.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dancemydreams.livejournal.com"&gt;http://dancemydreams.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dancemydreams.livejournal.com"&gt;http://dancemydreams.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dancemydreams.livejournal.com"&gt;http://dancemydreams.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dancemydreams.livejournal.com"&gt;http://dancemydreams.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dancemydreams.livejournal.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://dancemydreams.livejournal.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go there. That's my new blog. ;;)&lt;br /&gt;but I'm not deleting this one. I'm not erasing my past. ;p (yuck. drama :|)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-7894201768988288029?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/7894201768988288029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=7894201768988288029' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/7894201768988288029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/7894201768988288029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-blog.html' title='New blog'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-6508687018964996784</id><published>2007-09-30T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T22:44:05.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Thea's Mcdo party last Friday rocked! It was such a fun night. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://erikatan.multiply.com/photos/album/210/Theas_16th_Birthday_Party"&gt;Pictures @ my Multiply.&lt;/a&gt; You know what to do. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I used to waste my time dreaming of being alive. Now, I only waste it dreaming of you. :)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-6508687018964996784?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/6508687018964996784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=6508687018964996784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/6508687018964996784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/6508687018964996784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-6190153783558503076</id><published>2007-09-24T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T23:00:15.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>September :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE I'VE WRITTEN IN HERE :]&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;A lot&lt;/i&gt; has been happening lately, but I won't say them all here. As you have noticed (most probably), I'm not that much of a blogger anymore. I still blog in Multiply, but not as much as I used to blog here before. Anyway. September has been a great month (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 1st... oyeah.&lt;br /&gt;September 3rd.. happy day!&lt;br /&gt;September 15th.. ACET. and ballet rehearsals.&lt;br /&gt;September 16th.. ballet recital.&lt;br /&gt;September 19th.. pilot episode of Gossip Girl!&lt;br /&gt;September 21st.. &lt;b&gt;THE BEST FCKNG NIGHT EVER. FALL OUT BOY! ONE MORE NIGHT, ONE MORE TIME. (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 22nd.. Jill's 17th birthday celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were just &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; of the upsides of my life this month.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there are downsides, too. To hell with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't hangout with Alpha anymore. But I'm pretty much happy now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might take me forever to write here again. Just watch out for the next. =))&lt;br /&gt;Or better yet, add me in multiply :) &lt;a href="http://erikatan.multiply.com/"&gt;http://erikatan.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-6190153783558503076?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/6190153783558503076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=6190153783558503076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/6190153783558503076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/6190153783558503076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/09/september.html' title='September :)'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-1586353441474292432</id><published>2007-08-25T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T00:34:40.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love Story ;p</title><content type='html'>I hung out with school friends at Shang earlier. We had lunch at Krocodile Grill, and it was MY first time to eat at a restaurant with friends (birthdays are exceptions ;p). ((: we normally eat in fast food chains. HAHA, anyway. We watched &lt;b&gt;A Love Story&lt;/b&gt; after. We didn't watch Hairspray since I've seen it, Surf's Up 'cause Kat has seen it, and Evan Almighty since someone else has seen it. We decided to watch something that no one has seen yet, so we watched A Love Story ;p in fairness, it was a good film. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and before going to Shang, my schoolmates and I watched a play in PETA -- &lt;b&gt;Batang Rizal.&lt;/b&gt; I thought it would be a boring-for-old-people kinda thing, but no. IT WAS ONE OF THE BEST PLAYS I'VE EVER SEEN. =)) it was totally hilarious. I loved it a lot. I wanna watch it again. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, it's what you do to me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been kinda sad recently, but no one really notices it (which is a good thing ;p). I've been really happy, too. But there's just that little something that makes me feel down at certain times. :( I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crushless&lt;/span&gt; again. =)) well, except for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nathan Scott&lt;/span&gt;. I still like him a lot. Wait no, I love him. &gt;:D =)) OTH makes me happy and sad. I couldn't stop crying. =)) But no, it isn't OTH that's making me feel so lonely sometimes. I won't talk about it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where do you go when you're lonely?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-1586353441474292432?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/1586353441474292432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=1586353441474292432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/1586353441474292432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/1586353441474292432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/08/love-story-p.html' title='A Love Story ;p'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-4647539916420079479</id><published>2007-08-10T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T22:16:02.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bobby, Hello Erika! Haha.</title><content type='html'>minsan sinabi mo sa akin na maganda ka. Ayun, na-uso ang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JOKE&lt;/span&gt; &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minsan nadapa ako. Yun, nauso ang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DROP DEAD GORGEOUS&lt;/span&gt;. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minsan umupo ako sa pagitan ng dalawang lalake. Ayun, na-uso ang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE TRIANGLE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minsan napadaan ako sa harap ng maraming tao. Ayun, na-uso ang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CRUSH NG BAYAN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minsan, naligaw si [insert guy's name here]. Ayun, nauso ang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEARCH FOR MR. POGI&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan sumandal ako sa pintuan. Ayun, nauso ang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;girl-next-door&lt;/span&gt;. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang araw umupo ako sa gitna ng classroom. Dun nagsimula ang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;center of attention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang araw, may tatlong guys na lumapit sakin. Di ko sila type kaya tinalikuran ko sila. Ayun, nauso ang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEXY BACK&lt;/span&gt; :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang araw, tinapunan ako ng sigarilyo! Tsk. Ayun! Nauso tuloy ang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smoking Hott Mel!&lt;/span&gt; (Mel, wag ka na. :|)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang araw namasyal ako, may sumaksak sakin bigla! Tsk, nauso tuloy ang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;saksakan ng ganda.&lt;/span&gt; :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, these are the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;newest cool jokes. :&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MALAPIT NA MALAPIT NA KO SA LEVEL NI BOBBY, GUYS. MALAPIT NA TALAGA. BE JEALOUS OF ME. I WILL SOON OVERPOWER BOBBY. HAHAHAHAHA. :&gt; :&gt; :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mel and Dowee&lt;/span&gt; for sharing some of these jokes in class/school/wherever. Panalo talaga kayo. :&gt; &amp;amp; Dessa, for some, too. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-4647539916420079479?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/4647539916420079479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=4647539916420079479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/4647539916420079479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/4647539916420079479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/08/bye-bobby-hello-erika-haha.html' title='Bye Bobby, Hello Erika! Haha.'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-1997181627450330274</id><published>2007-08-08T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T09:21:17.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's the Storm?</title><content type='html'>I got to school today at 7 am, and the news I had expected came to me through a number of students leaving the school while I was just about to get in. Yes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no school today&lt;/span&gt;, which means that the exams for today would be suspended, too. We'll be taking them on Monday &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;daw. Kung kailan naman nag-aral na ako&lt;/span&gt;. :| =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go home at once. I hung out with Sam and Jen in school first, then at around 8 we went to Mcdo with Elisha. Sam and I had breakfast. (: we ended up leaving Mcdo at around 9 already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish they didn't suspend the classes anymore. It was such a waste of time, energy and money. :| a lot of students were in school na anyway. And why does it happen every time na.. . when the classes are suspended, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;biglang&lt;/span&gt; the rain will stop. :| then when they don't suspend it the rain continues. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sana next week nalang yung walang pasok&lt;/span&gt; (whole week babyy! Haha. Milenyo the second time around.. except that I don't want it to be as strong as Milenyo. Haha!), so that exams would still be going on now. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sayang naman&lt;/span&gt; the ones who studied (ehem.) and too bad for those who left their stuff for tomorrow in school. Subjects pa naman tomorrow are eco and physics. I hope most of my batchmates brought home their stuff na yesterday or the other day, or else &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kawawa naman sila :| &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also feel bad for the suspension of classes today 'cause...&lt;br /&gt;.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;feel na feel ko pa man din jacket ko ngayon.&lt;/span&gt; I've been waiting for so long to wear a jacket to school =)) 'cause I remember last year, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;June palang eh, naka-jacket na mga tao. =)) wala lang. Feel ko lang mag-jacket. Ang dami ring naka-jacket sa school kanina. If I know, feel rin nila :&amp;gt; =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh. and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY, BATCHI DEAR! ILOVEYOUUU. &amp;gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-1997181627450330274?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/1997181627450330274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=1997181627450330274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/1997181627450330274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/1997181627450330274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-got-to-school-today-at-7-am-and-news.html' title='Where&apos;s the Storm?'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-8090471941930539256</id><published>2007-08-04T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T23:27:23.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;BOYS.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Guys hate sluts.&lt;br /&gt;2. "Hey, are you busy?" or "Are you doing something?" ~ two phrases guys open with to stop from stammering on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;3. Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about.&lt;br /&gt;4. Before they call, guys try to plan out a little about what they're gonna say so there aren't awkward pauses, but once he's on the phone he forgets it all and makes it up as he goes.&lt;br /&gt;5. Guys go crazy over a girl's smile.&lt;br /&gt;6. Guys will do anything just to get you to notice him.&lt;br /&gt;7. Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend or ex love-interest. Unless they're goin for the let-her-complain-to-you-and-then-have-her-realize-how-wonderful-and-nice-you-are method.&lt;br /&gt;8. A guy who likes you wants to be the only guy you talk to. &lt;br /&gt;9. Boyfriends need to be reassured often that they're still loved.&lt;br /&gt;10. Don't talk about your guy friends to your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;11. Guys get jealous easily.&lt;br /&gt;12. Guys are more emotional than they'd like people to think.&lt;br /&gt;13. Giving a guy a hanging message like "You know what?!..uh...never mind.." would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking. And he'll assume he did something wrong and he'll obsess about it trying to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;14. Guys are good flatterers when courting but they usually stammer when they talk to a girl they really like.&lt;br /&gt;15. Guys hate asking parents for money to buy girls presents. So they come up with ideas like saving their lunch money for a week. But it never works because guys are always hungry so they end up asking the parents for money anyway.&lt;br /&gt;16. Girls are guys' weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;17. Guys are very open about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;18. It's good to test a guy first before you trust him. But don't let him wait too long.&lt;br /&gt;19. Your best friend, whom your boyfriend seeks help from about his problems with you may end up being admired by your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;20. If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don't need to give advice.&lt;br /&gt;21. A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you. &lt;br /&gt;22. Guys love you more than you love them if they are serious in your relationships.&lt;br /&gt;23. Guys will brag about anything.&lt;br /&gt;24. Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. We rarely use beautiful. If a guy uses that, he likes you.&lt;br /&gt;25. Guys think WAY too much. One small thing a girl does, even if she doesn't notice it can make the guy think about it for hours, trying to figure out what it meant.&lt;br /&gt;26. Guys seek for advice from girls not other guys. Because most guys think alike, so if one guy's confused, then we're all confused.&lt;br /&gt;27. Any guy could write out a rulebook or advice book for flirting, but no guy can write out a book about relationships.&lt;br /&gt;28. Try to be as straightforward as possible.&lt;br /&gt;29. A guy has to experience rejection, because if he's too-good-never-been-busted, never been in love and hurt, he won't be mature and grown up.&lt;br /&gt;30. If the guy does something stupid in front of the girl, he will think about it for the next couple days or until the next time he spends time with the girl.&lt;br /&gt;31. No matter how much guys talk about asses and boobs, personality is key. Don't be so rude so shut up.&lt;br /&gt;32. Guys learn from experience not from the romance books that girls read and take as their basis of experience.&lt;br /&gt;33. Guys worry about the thin line between being compassionate and being whipped.&lt;br /&gt;34. If a guy looks unusually calm and laid back, he's probably faking it and is spazzing inside.&lt;br /&gt;35. When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl, he really is. Guys rarely say that.&lt;br /&gt;36. When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying, "Please come and listen to me."&lt;br /&gt;37. Guys don't really have final decisions.&lt;br /&gt;38. If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him. It doesn't happen that often, so when it does, you know something's up.&lt;br /&gt;39. If your best guy friend seems to avoid you or is never around when you're with your boyfriend, he's probably jealous and likes you.&lt;br /&gt;40. When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he's definitely thinking something.&lt;br /&gt;41. Guys like femininity not feebleness.&lt;br /&gt;42. Guys don't like girls who punch harder than they do. &lt;br /&gt;43. A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes.&lt;br /&gt;44. Don't be a snob. Guys can be intimidated and give up easily.&lt;br /&gt;45. Everything in moderation. Put on makeup, wear perfume. Just not too much.&lt;br /&gt;46. Guys talk about girls more than girls talk about guys.&lt;br /&gt;47. Guys hate rejection, but they hate being led on even more.&lt;br /&gt;48. Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions and are MAD confusing but somehow are drawn even more to them.&lt;br /&gt;49. A guy would give his left nut to be able to read a girl's mind for a day.&lt;br /&gt;50. No guy can handle all his problems by his own. He's just too stubborn to admit it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-8090471941930539256?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/8090471941930539256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=8090471941930539256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/8090471941930539256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/8090471941930539256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/08/boys.html' title='Boys.'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-4490698470900076526</id><published>2007-08-04T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T09:23:26.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Survived the UPCAT!</title><content type='html'>I have survived the UPCAT! :&gt; took it earlier this afternoon. I fell asleep after the language test but I woke up just in time for the science test. I prayed so hard. =)) I didn't really know most of the answers, but I had a really strong feeling that most of my wild guesses are right. Not that I guessed everything, it's just that I have a feeling that God made me answer those certain answers :&gt; 'cause I was praying while taking the test and asked Him to answer for me. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science was the hardest. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;San kaya nila napupulot yung questions&lt;/span&gt;. :| most of them I haven't even studied in school yet ((: next was reading. 'cause I wasn't able to understand the tagalog paragraphs. ((: I skimmed and answered.. that would've done the trick. Haha. I didn't finish it, I left lots of unanswered items. ((: math was kinda okay. &amp; language was easy. There was no analogy for Pete's sake. I was waiting for analogy. Haha! Oh well. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'd pass. Next test... Ateneo. (: well, I think. September 15. or 16. Not sure about my sked yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Good luck to those who are taking the UPCAT tomorrow. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-4490698470900076526?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/4490698470900076526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=4490698470900076526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/4490698470900076526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/4490698470900076526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-survived-upcat.html' title='I Survived the UPCAT!'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-8372240323939478939</id><published>2007-08-03T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T18:12:23.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Escapade (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Today I had one of my most fun escapades everr. (;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Carl's place at 3. Kim was there, too. We went online, fixed his multiply, planned out his letter and stuff. Then they accompanied me to Mount Carmel to meet up with Fer and do our interview with the priest. Fer met Carl and Kim (: the interview was..... &lt;i&gt;nosebleed much.&lt;/i&gt; :| ((: after the interview, Fer went home then I went to Carl's again. We continued the letter. :&gt; Marla called Carl so that left me and Kim alone in his room. We had lots of &lt;i&gt;kwentos&lt;/i&gt;, it was so fun. We didn't know that Carl heard everything that we were talking about.. so &lt;i&gt;lagot nalang&lt;/i&gt;, if ever he heard *something*. :| ((: in &lt;b&gt;four freakkin' hours&lt;/b&gt;, we were only able to accomplish &lt;s&gt;2 sentences, and a couple of words to add to the letter.&lt;/s&gt; NOT GOOD. =)) 4 hours, man! Haha. But when Kim left, I was able to construct a part of the letter. Almost 7 sentences, I think. &lt;b&gt;IN ONLY TEN MINUTES!&lt;/b&gt; Hah. I AM SO GOOD. =)) haha. (I know you're thinking 10 minutes is too much, BUT think again. This is a kind of letter that has to be a perfect one. Yeah. Basta.) Kim, you're the only reason we weren't able to accomplish anything earlier :| KIDDING. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun this day. Escapades are always fun. :&gt; even if I got home past 8 already. It was so dark. :| I was scared on my way home. ((: Carl even told me something about ghosts while walking to the end of the street. :| haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall visit him again soon. And we'll have more of what happened today. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RrhEv7MzELI/AAAAAAAAAMk/uP-Lk4z0Jc4/s1600-h/IMGP1758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RrhEv7MzELI/AAAAAAAAAMk/uP-Lk4z0Jc4/s320/IMGP1758.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095898568505626802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RrhEv7MzEMI/AAAAAAAAAMs/47kXRplAC8s/s1600-h/IMGP1779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RrhEv7MzEMI/AAAAAAAAAMs/47kXRplAC8s/s320/IMGP1779.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095898568505626818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RrhEwLMzENI/AAAAAAAAAM0/SwZOdm33ckk/s1600-h/IMGP1782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RrhEwLMzENI/AAAAAAAAAM0/SwZOdm33ckk/s320/IMGP1782.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095898572800594130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures @ my Multiply site. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-8372240323939478939?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/8372240323939478939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=8372240323939478939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/8372240323939478939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/8372240323939478939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/08/fun-escapade.html' title='Fun Escapade (:'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RrhEv7MzELI/AAAAAAAAAMk/uP-Lk4z0Jc4/s72-c/IMGP1758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-6626792435451771056</id><published>2007-07-31T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T22:33:55.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love &amp; Deceit</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;LOVE AND DECEIT.&lt;/b&gt; We rocked it! I love my class! IV-Fortitude &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing that we finished everything in only a week. The props and costume were awesome. The cast was lovely! We literally used everyone in the class. Yep, 34 students. Plus some had double characters! We lacked a lot. ((: but we still made it. IT'S JUST REALLY REALLY AMAZING HOW IT TURNED OUT TO BE. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss being a Muse and singing to I Won't Say I'm In Love and The Gospel Truth. I'll miss being a Titan [Hyperion] and I'll be going into war with the Olympians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE OUR STORY! It's so unique.&lt;br /&gt;I just love love love love love it. &amp;hearts; 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A REPEAT! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/Rq9H6LMzEKI/AAAAAAAAAMc/HOgP2rblfHs/s1600-h/PICT4107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/Rq9H6LMzEKI/AAAAAAAAAMc/HOgP2rblfHs/s320/PICT4107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093368768343773346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- more pictures @ &lt;a href="http://erikatan.multiply.com/photos/album/187"&gt;http://erikatan.multiply.com/photos/album/187&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-6626792435451771056?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/6626792435451771056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=6626792435451771056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/6626792435451771056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/6626792435451771056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-deceit.html' title='Love &amp; Deceit'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/Rq9H6LMzEKI/AAAAAAAAAMc/HOgP2rblfHs/s72-c/PICT4107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-8170581639390397396</id><published>2007-07-22T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T23:38:46.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H/G Shipping, I LOVE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Harry looked around; there was Ginny running toward him; she had a hard, blazing look in her face as she threw her arms around him. And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, &lt;b&gt;Harry kissed her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH YEAH I KNOW I AM A BOOK LATE. But what the hell. I love the Harry/Ginny shipping. I REALLY DO. I'm done with book 6! In just &lt;b&gt;two&lt;/b&gt; frikken &lt;b&gt;days&lt;/b&gt;, I finished it. WHAT A FRKN RECORD. ((: now, on to book 7! I'm so excited. &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I got so kilig in book 6. :"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so at the start of my post, I suppose some of you don't really know what I'm talking about. But maybe, just maybe, by now you do. ((: but in case you still don't, it's about Harry Potter. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and for the people asking. Yes, I have watched &lt;b&gt;HSM Onstage.&lt;/b&gt; If I'm not mistaken, I watched last July 6th. It was a good show. I liked it a lot (: it was much better than the movie. In my opinion, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yepp, I was in Rockwell for the New Worlds thingy. I dressed up as a Hogwarts student. People thought I was Hermione :&gt; but no, PHP people said I'd suit Luna more since I'm a Ravenclaw. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of new stuff in my Multiply, check them out (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://erikatan.multiply.com/"&gt;http://erikatan.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-8170581639390397396?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/8170581639390397396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=8170581639390397396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/8170581639390397396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/8170581639390397396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/07/hg-shipping-i-love.html' title='H/G Shipping, I LOVE!'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-1107742634580919900</id><published>2007-07-07T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T22:23:40.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carl's Partyy</title><content type='html'>Carl invited me to his swimming party (: I had so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY 15TH BIRTHDAY, CARL!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/Ro-rjRQgyRI/AAAAAAAAAMM/E2Q22vRD8ts/s1600-h/07-07-07_1611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/Ro-rjRQgyRI/AAAAAAAAAMM/E2Q22vRD8ts/s320/07-07-07_1611.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084471126741010706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/Rq3z9LMzEJI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Yn2-CrV3YTk/s1600-h/IMGP1120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/Rq3z9LMzEJI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Yn2-CrV3YTk/s320/IMGP1120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092994985929937042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got there early. Like around 2. And I was the only girl! ((: when I arrived, I got to talk to Carl for awhile. Then it started to rain freakkin' hard :| ((: we were so wet. ((: we went to his house. I was supposed to ride the trunk of the pick-up, but he made me ride inside ((: oh well. It was raining anyway. Whatever ((: when we got back from his house, I finally saw people of the female species! ((: Ericka, Regina and Keena finally arrived. &gt;:D Marla arrived after. We got introduced to some people. I had a lot of new acquaintances today. ((: there were like 13++ boys and there were only 5 girls ((: or wait, no. 6 or 7. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regina, Marla and I swam (: Keena and Ericka didn't, but we kept on wetting them. Oh, and the unforgettable &lt;b&gt;ICE FIGHT!&lt;/b&gt; It was the best. (: we got some ice then threw it to each other, put it down each other's shirts, or better yet, get some water then pour the freezing cold water to each other. &lt;u&gt;IT WAS REALLY FUN((:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so saddening that I had to leave early. :| I left at 5pm 'cause of ballet. But oh well. Time was well spent. &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I &lt;b&gt;wasn't&lt;/b&gt; able to watch the UAAP Opening today, I had fun. And I guess attending Carl's party was the right thing to do, instead of watching the basketball game in Araneta which I wouldn't be able to relate to as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Party pictures!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://erikatan.multiply.com/photos/album/178"&gt;http://erikatan.multiply.com/photos/album/178&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-1107742634580919900?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/1107742634580919900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=1107742634580919900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/1107742634580919900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/1107742634580919900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/07/carls-partyy.html' title='Carl&apos;s Partyy'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/Ro-rjRQgyRI/AAAAAAAAAMM/E2Q22vRD8ts/s72-c/07-07-07_1611.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-2189505049590409547</id><published>2007-07-01T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T22:57:17.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRANSFORMERS (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RofAvhQgyQI/AAAAAAAAAME/RqD7E1tQ3cw/s1600-h/979129007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RofAvhQgyQI/AAAAAAAAAME/RqD7E1tQ3cw/s320/979129007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082242627124906242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I LOVED IT!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accompanied my dad to the dentist earlier this afternoon, then we went to Greenhills to have my phone fixed. Then we ate in Promenade, then decided to watch a movie (: I skipped ballet today ((: tssssss. I WANTED FUN. ((: it isn't bad to have some of it, right? ;P &lt;b&gt;TRANSFORMERS ROCKED MY SOCKS!!!!! Bee-otch! :&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-2189505049590409547?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/2189505049590409547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=2189505049590409547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/2189505049590409547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/2189505049590409547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/07/transformers.html' title='TRANSFORMERS (:'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RofAvhQgyQI/AAAAAAAAAME/RqD7E1tQ3cw/s72-c/979129007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-4004071241139975047</id><published>2007-06-27T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T17:14:21.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like A Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;LIKE A BOY - Ciara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5peZWTwPtV8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5peZWTwPtV8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's a hecka cool video, I tell you. (: just saying ((: watch it. &lt;b&gt;I love the dance part at 01:11 to the end of the song -- I bet you'll love it too :x&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have a crush on Ciara's dancing ((: HAHA. If she was just a boy ;;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=====&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally saw the Skarlet music video! Yay! I was shown four times, isn't that cool? HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Meeting de Avance of the COL Candidates was held earlier this afternoon. I was in charge of the powerpoint presentation. (: I had a fun chat with Elisha while I was at it. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elections will be held on Friday. Good luck to the candidates! I didn't run this year ;P too much hassle. HAHA! Anyway, good luck to them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know who I'm voting for. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-4004071241139975047?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/4004071241139975047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=4004071241139975047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/4004071241139975047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/4004071241139975047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/06/like-boy.html' title='Like A Boy'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-4977986014383939246</id><published>2007-06-23T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T09:16:31.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIRTEEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/Rnx0SCF6g4I/AAAAAAAAAL8/3myWQzsD9HQ/s1600-h/501654~Thirteen-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/Rnx0SCF6g4I/AAAAAAAAAL8/3myWQzsD9HQ/s320/501654~Thirteen-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079062332915221378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thirteen = too much teenage drama!&lt;/b&gt; But hell, I loved it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending MADE ME CRY A LOT. It's through that movie that we'll realize that nobody does it better than your family. No matter what happens, you can always run to them, and they'll still love you, especially &lt;b&gt;your mother&lt;/b&gt;. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was all about a &lt;u&gt;teenager's life struggles&lt;/u&gt;: sex, crime, drugs, and all those other vices -- of thirteen year-olds. I know, &lt;i&gt;GRABE&lt;/i&gt;. Every time Tracy (a character in the movie) slits her wrists, I get headaches. I really cried a lot in the end. And I meant CRY. When Evie betrayed Tracy, when Brooke kept on shouting at Tracy and Tracy was just defending herself because Evie was such a bitch for doing everything she is to her. IT WAS INSANE!!!!! My head hurt real bad and I couldn't stop my tears from falling. Damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hey teenager, if you really wanna learn life's lessons the harsh way without experiencing it yourself, WATCH THIS MOVIE. Seriously. IT'S SUPERB. But really painful. :|&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this movie a lot that I couldn't really express everything I felt after watching it here. It's just so... uhh. &lt;b&gt;You'll see how hard it is to be a teenager when you lose your &lt;u&gt;sense of direction.&lt;/u&gt; You'll realize how important family is. (: your friends may betray you, but your family can never do it. (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH. I shall watch it again. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I like the name Mason. Or Maison. Whatever. I shall name my son Maison ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-4977986014383939246?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/4977986014383939246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=4977986014383939246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/4977986014383939246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/4977986014383939246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/06/thirteen.html' title='THIRTEEN'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/Rnx0SCF6g4I/AAAAAAAAAL8/3myWQzsD9HQ/s72-c/501654~Thirteen-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-8097763319899033989</id><published>2007-06-22T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T09:28:52.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YARX and FAIRY DAYY!</title><content type='html'>Today was X-ray and Fairy (interaction) day! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We didn't have classes (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Empleo gave us her first period for practice, then Mrs. Corpez did the same thing (: except that during Mrs. Corpez' time, we did more fun things while the others were out (: Shanine, Cace and Sam did teacher impersonations while Edlynne, Cace and Shanine did some modeling. It was hilarious. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess, I had my physical examination and x-ray along with some classmates. Clinic moments = happy. (: and also in the x-ray room or whatever you call it. We went vain there. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interaction was held in the afternoon, after lunch. The seniors were asked to be fairies while the freshmen were just in their sports attires. HOW UNFAIR ((: but hell, we looked cute anyway &gt;:D I loved my outfit. Haha. We got ourselves partners from the first years. Isaiah was my partner (: he was so quiet :| but oh well. My class danced to The Way You Make Me Feel and overall, I think we did great even if it was kinda sabog ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression overtook me during dismissal and I really don't know why, but oh well. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures @ &lt;a href="http://erikatan.multiply.com/photos/album/176"&gt;http://erikatan.multiply.com/photos/album/176&lt;/a&gt; &lt;-- contacts only, so add me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YESTERDAY'S POST:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Volleyball Club&lt;/span&gt; this year. YAY!  This week has been blah. :| but today was fun. &lt;b&gt;SOS!&lt;/b&gt; People kept on SOS-ing everyone. ((: nasty. But I still love my section (: we're gonna be fairies tomorrow! Fairies that'd be dancing to The Way You Make Me Feel, yeah. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially JEALOUS of something. Never mind :| ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-8097763319899033989?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/8097763319899033989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=8097763319899033989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/8097763319899033989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/8097763319899033989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/06/yarx-and-fairy-dayy.html' title='YARX and FAIRY DAYY!'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-6010521437906818288</id><published>2007-06-10T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T12:45:35.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buy U A Drank</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f4RARqtY5Z0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f4RARqtY5Z0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this on YouTube while looking for the &lt;b&gt;other Buy U A Drank dance video&lt;/b&gt; that Isay's talking about. I thought this was it 'cause she said it's funny and &lt;i&gt;nakakainis&lt;/i&gt;. ((: apparently this is a different video. I still haven't found the other one :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KEPT ON LAUGHING WHILE WATCHING THIS VIDEO ((: they are so cute. And funny. &lt;i&gt;AND NAKAKAINIS IN A WAY.&lt;/i&gt; ((: ugh, it's so fun. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-6010521437906818288?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/6010521437906818288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=6010521437906818288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/6010521437906818288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/6010521437906818288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/06/buy-u-drank.html' title='Buy U A Drank'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-8438975579538730600</id><published>2007-06-07T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T17:59:40.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOSSIP GIRL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P0oWK67kuNQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P0oWK67kuNQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for this show. (: it's replacing the cancelled The OC. Yeaaaahhhh. I shall love this show! The books are awesome. The TV show must be awesome, too. :P the cast = &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serena Van der Woodsen would be played by Blake Lively, the one who played Bridget in Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants (: I would love to have Julie Gonzalo as Serena, though. But Blake seems good enough :P and I heard Kristen Bell's Gossip Girl. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for this show ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-8438975579538730600?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/8438975579538730600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=8438975579538730600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/8438975579538730600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/8438975579538730600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/06/gossip-girl.html' title='GOSSIP GIRL!'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-7649061942658115136</id><published>2007-06-01T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T21:31:02.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BYE TRUMPETS :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Trumpets is over. :(&lt;/b&gt; I will surely miss it. SD Level Up A = &amp;hearts; (: it's been 7 years since I've been in Playshop and it surely does get better and better every year. I wanna go back to Musical Theatre, though. ((: but still. I don't want to leave Streetdance. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show earlier went great. (: we all did great! It was super fun. Especially backstage. It's hard to explain how fun it was through words. You'll just see them in pictures once I upload all of them ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since a lot of you have done/are doing this.. I'll join in the club ((: I'll have my special mentions, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SD friends.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;KAREN&lt;/b&gt; - Karen dear, I will surely miss you! Thank you for being a great summer friend. You have been like a best friend to me. Thank you for everything! You are such a good dancer. We're always complements! ((: see you around Mendiola! Call me or shout my name if you see me. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CARA&lt;/b&gt; - yay we finally got together again, and I'm glad we're still friends. You were my bestfriend in prep and grade 1. ((: thank you, too, for calling me before Trumpets started. It was such a pleasure to help you get in advanced :&gt; I will miss you! Our vanity moments, Yellow Cab, yeah those. ((: oh oh oh, and the &lt;b&gt;SANDWICH DANCE! Hey hey hey!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BEA&lt;/b&gt; - bebebea! Thanks for everything, too. For the company, our NYPD moments, and "Quantum" KTV moments! HANDS DOWN TO YOU dearie (: and oh. I will miss our dances backstage with Cara. HEY HEY HEY to you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MILLIE&lt;/b&gt; - hey! Millie thanks for everything! We wore the same thing in the show! ((: I love youu. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MARLA&lt;/b&gt; - dear, you're the best. I love you Marla! Thank you for everything. For introducing me to new friends in Playshop, for staying with me in watching Grease, for hating *toot* too ((: Marla, don't be sad okay? (: it's not necessary that only one guy can make you happy. You have your friends, too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;APRILE&lt;/b&gt; - hey girl. It's sad that we didn't get really close to each other this summer. But oh well, there's time pa naman. (: don't be shy around me.. I won't bite you. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CARMELA&lt;/b&gt; - see you on Sunday! ((: let's cheer for ..... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PAUL&lt;/b&gt; - hoy condz. ((: funny name, really. I've known you for like, 4 years already and as those years passed, you've changed and became nice to me! ((: well that's just.. good. ((: thanks for that ((: and for lying down on me a couple of times during break time.. Uhh, that's it. ((: thanks Paul and see you next yeaar. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;KING&lt;/b&gt; - yo! I-cut mo yung video ha. ((: para di ka na mapagod maghintay. Haha! Thanks for everything too, King! See you next yeaaar. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DANA&lt;/b&gt; - Dana! It was so nice to see you this summer. And it's funny 'cause you still recognized me. ((: it's been 4 or 5 years! Well, it was really nice seeing you this summer. And see you again next year! (: keep in touch. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;JILL&lt;/b&gt; - o wala akong masabi. See you on Monday. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SHANO&lt;/b&gt; - yee, Ericka. ((: anyway. T'was nice talking to you after the show ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;MT friends.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TIN&lt;/b&gt; - see you on Monday too. :P Hairspray! Pahiram ng videoo. :| (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ERICKA&lt;/b&gt; - hey Ericka! Thanks for being a really good friend. (: I'm not sure if it was you or your sister who was chatting with us (Moreen and I) in Y!m 2 years ago, but I've known you since then and I'm so glad we became friends this summer. (: take care, and I hope to see you next year again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CARL&lt;/b&gt; - Carl! Thanks for uh.. Idk. ((: for being a friend I guess. I hope you liked the pizza. :P ((: nahiya ka pa. LOL. It was nice to get to know you, and I hope to get to know you better. (: see you around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAAN&lt;/b&gt; - Maan! Thanks for adding me in Y!m. ((: I hope to get to know you more, too. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;GELAINE&lt;/b&gt; - nice meeting you. (: you were great as Rizzo. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. and the others..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IT WAS NICE MEETING ALL OF YOU, TOO.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice I say almost the same things? ((: sorry but yeah, I meant what I said naman. (: I will surely miss Trumpets Playshop 2007. It was so far the 2nd best Playshop summer ever :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-7649061942658115136?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/7649061942658115136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=7649061942658115136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/7649061942658115136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/7649061942658115136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/06/bye-trumpets.html' title='BYE TRUMPETS :('/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-1822629778332439452</id><published>2007-05-29T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T12:12:10.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grease. And PARTYYY!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a busy day. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 9! I WOKE UP EARLY! It's a miracle! ((: well anyway. I woke up early only because I watched &lt;b&gt;Grease @ AFP&lt;/b&gt; at around 11:30. I stayed there with Gab first while waiting for Marla. The play started on time! That's so cool. ((: it lasted for an hour and a half. &lt;b&gt;THEY WERE SO GOOD!&lt;/b&gt; Tippy did so great. I envy her voice! I really do. :( I enjoyed watching their play. Carl was funny. You can hardly understand the words he was saying. Everything was jfgnfkdahnpaefhj[fhme;hakohnargknrgkn to us. ((: we only understood ONE LINE. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Hey baybeh!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; ((: we all laughed. Ericka looked so cute. (: and Regina! I love her voice, too. I super do. :| the lead guy, Edrei, was really good too. Maan looked like a guy! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH I HAVE NEW FRIENDS (:&lt;br /&gt;Shano, Casey, Maan, Gelaine, Dani, Arisse...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, YM Conference. ((: I left though. I felt out of place. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. After Grease, I had lunch at my tita's place, then off to Promenade. Music Room with my friends for our (Ara and I) birthday celebration. &lt;u&gt;IT WAS FUN.&lt;/u&gt; Thanks to &lt;i&gt;Batchi, Isay, Sam, Jill, Sheena, Brigette, Diana, Angelica, Jenina and Alyanne&lt;/i&gt; for coming! (: the music in music room only served as our background music. We just went vain. Ordered a lot of food and drinks. ((: &lt;i&gt;super nakakalunod&lt;/i&gt;. We had &lt;s&gt;4 thousand pesos&lt;/s&gt; to consume, what the hell. ((: after staying in Music Room for 3 hours, we played in Timezone, then hung out at Starbucks. The celebration was simple but really fun. (: a lot of people weren't able to make it, though. :( oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I got to chat with Irene. We have plans on joining the Dramatics Guild this 4th year. And we're planning to change a lot of things. ((: I'm crying for theatre. I really miss it and I want to join musical theatre again. :| Grease earlier was just so uh... LOVELY. I wanna do something like it. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I don't want to brag.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures nalang. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RlsPyCMFpyI/AAAAAAAAALE/qAEbRnV3gNw/s1600-h/28-05-07_1221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RlsPyCMFpyI/AAAAAAAAALE/qAEbRnV3gNw/s320/28-05-07_1221.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069663157791074082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RlsPySMFpzI/AAAAAAAAALM/LN1RyBBP7aQ/s1600-h/28-05-07_1238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RlsPySMFpzI/AAAAAAAAALM/LN1RyBBP7aQ/s320/28-05-07_1238.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069663162086041394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RlsPyiMFp0I/AAAAAAAAALU/yOPWqLIP0-Y/s1600-h/28-05-07_1749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RlsPyiMFp0I/AAAAAAAAALU/yOPWqLIP0-Y/s320/28-05-07_1749.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069663166381008706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/Rlun9iMFp4I/AAAAAAAAAL0/NdtbzTu4BmU/s1600-h/P1010053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/Rlun9iMFp4I/AAAAAAAAAL0/NdtbzTu4BmU/s320/P1010053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069830481126991746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RlsPzCMFp2I/AAAAAAAAALk/oBrNaSBtJr0/s1600-h/28-05-07_1945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RlsPzCMFp2I/AAAAAAAAALk/oBrNaSBtJr0/s320/28-05-07_1945.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069663174970943330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://erikatan.multiply.com/photos/album/161"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for more pictures. (: -contacts only. Add meeee. :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-1822629778332439452?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/1822629778332439452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=1822629778332439452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/1822629778332439452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/1822629778332439452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/05/grease-and-partyyy.html' title='Grease. And PARTYYY!'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RlsPyCMFpyI/AAAAAAAAALE/qAEbRnV3gNw/s72-c/28-05-07_1221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-2938592688089492432</id><published>2007-05-28T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T02:06:55.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Dining</title><content type='html'>Chinese dinner two nights in a row. WHEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, &lt;b&gt;Mann Hann at MOA&lt;/b&gt; with my cousins and relatives. MOA was pretty tiring!! I got new clothes. (: yay for that. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, &lt;b&gt;Wan Chai at Tomas Morato&lt;/b&gt; with 2nd cousins and relatives, different from last night. BUFFET = &amp;hearts;. Camwhoring with my co-3VGs. 3VG =)) funny. MEMORIES. ((: after Wan Chai, we went to Tita Amy's house, near ABS. They normally use it for shootings. It's a big one. ((: Nina and I went swimming. We pushed each other into the pool. &lt;i&gt;With all our clothes on&lt;/i&gt;. ((: Alyanne didn't join us tho. She stayed in the room with the kids. Nina and I swam for 3 hours. With breaks in between of course. Breaks to drink :P &lt;s&gt;our dalandan soda mix&lt;/s&gt;. YUM. ((: and to eat chips. And to text. Yeah whatever. We had so much fun. (: we made up this "treasure hunt" game since we had nothing else to do and 'cause we found some stuff underwater. ((: Pebbles and stuff. So we like hunt them all. We let our titas give us coins and threw them into the water. We lost 1 peso. :| ((: Nina and I took a bath at like, around 12. It took us a long time to do so. ((: &lt;b&gt;TODAY WAS REALLY REALLY FUN. (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RlnCIyMFpwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/drJ0NdwsaGI/s1600-h/27-05-07_2017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RlnCIyMFpwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/drJ0NdwsaGI/s320/27-05-07_2017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069296311749420802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RlnCISMFpvI/AAAAAAAAAKs/kYEoUZIpcIw/s1600-h/27-05-07_1945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RlnCISMFpvI/AAAAAAAAAKs/kYEoUZIpcIw/s320/27-05-07_1945.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069296303159486194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Click &lt;a href="http://erikatan.multiply.com/photos/album/160"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for more pics (:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-2938592688089492432?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/2938592688089492432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=2938592688089492432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/2938592688089492432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/2938592688089492432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/05/chinese-dining.html' title='Chinese Dining'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RlnCIyMFpwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/drJ0NdwsaGI/s72-c/27-05-07_2017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-5228803480492442196</id><published>2007-05-24T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T22:02:46.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Fifteen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;THANKS FOR THE GREETINGS. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's Cara, Sarah, Karla, Riel, and Erika day. (: happy birthday to us. :P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a birthday breakfast with my mother's side of the family. I got stuffed. ((: then I had lunch at Friday's with my mom and dad. I got more stuffed. The Friday's crew sang for me. &gt;:) haha. Then, we went looking around for phones, and &lt;b&gt;hopefully I'd get a new one.&lt;/b&gt; :P I was with Irene for awhile 'cause I was at Galle. (: we got to hang out for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cara and I bought an 18" pizza each from Yellow Cab and fed our Trumpets-mates. ((: &lt;s&gt;FED.&lt;/s&gt; Haha. Millie, Cara and I first kind of tagged along Marla, Carl, Ericka, and yeah, them. Then when it was like 6 or something, we opened the pizza and ate. There was a lot of pizza. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WE FINALLY FINISHED OUR DANCE!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt; :D and it was Sir Rene's last day. :( that's just sad. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. There's nothing more to blog about. ((:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again for the greetings. I don't feel any older. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-5228803480492442196?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/5228803480492442196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=5228803480492442196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/5228803480492442196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/5228803480492442196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-fifteen.html' title='I&apos;m Fifteen!'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-8520960719144477951</id><published>2007-05-23T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T23:31:30.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirates 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN: AT WORLD'S END = &amp;hearts;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Jack Sparrow's entrance. ((: I love Will Turner. And Elizabeth Swann.&lt;br /&gt;Guys, you should stay &lt;u&gt;UNTIL THE END CREDITS.&lt;/u&gt; A surprise awaits you after the end credits. TRUST ME. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched at Podium earlier. I got free tickets to the Magic 89.9 premiere thing. The &lt;b&gt;Black Pearl Philippines&lt;/b&gt; were in costume and yes, they really did look like the real actors. Well, except for Swann. But Ate Mica was nice. (: she's pretty too. The guy who dressed up as Will Turner &lt;i&gt;LOOKS LIKE ORLANDO BLOOM AT FIRST GLANCE. &lt;/i&gt;SERIOUSLY. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been blogging. ((: I'm lazy. Well, I've been happy. :P last Thursday sure was a great one. (: I bought new pointes last Monday. :| oh, and I've bid goodbye to my toenail again last night. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HEROES EP 23&lt;/b&gt; is disappointing. :| but oh well. I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE SECOND SEASON ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirates 3 = yeeeeee, &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt;. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-8520960719144477951?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/8520960719144477951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=8520960719144477951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/8520960719144477951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/8520960719144477951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/05/pirates-3.html' title='Pirates 3'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-3277352975185198599</id><published>2007-05-16T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T00:28:23.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Theaaaa =))</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Sorry for the supportiveness. :|&lt;/i&gt; but I love Theaaaaa. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE VOTE FOR &lt;b&gt;THEA&lt;/b&gt; IN THE CANDY MAG TEEN MODEL SEARCH THING. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.candymag.com/teenmodel"&gt;http://www.candymag.com/teenmodel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RkncK1CKdeI/AAAAAAAAAKE/lH2nqlG_32A/s1600-h/thea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RkncK1CKdeI/AAAAAAAAAKE/lH2nqlG_32A/s320/thea.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064821334547789282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my birthday's 8 days away from today, which means summer's about to come to an end. :( it's kind of saddening, though. I've been having fun all summer long, from the review classes, to Trumpets, to ballet, and just to simply hanging out with my favorite people. (; I don't want it to end just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On June 1, Trumpets ends :( and on June 4 (I think), summer will be officially over. And I'll be officially a SENIOR. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next summer may not be as fun as this year (college preparations. Yeah :|), but I'll work it ((: I won't leave Trumpets behind ((: oh, and I'll try (TRY) re-entering Musical Theatre. I miss theatre. (; but of course, I'd still stay at Streetdance. Advanced baby. (; not letting go of thaaat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Early plans for next summer:&lt;/u&gt; (yeeee. I hope these happen :P)&lt;br /&gt;- go to the beach with my school barkada. (; I've never done that yet :|&lt;br /&gt;- enroll in a good school. (; I'm hoping for DLSU. Or UP Dil. Hah, GOOD LUCK. ((;&lt;br /&gt;- Trumpets.&lt;br /&gt;- meet more boys. Yeeee. I haven't met anyone this summer :| I mean yea, but not the ones I'd get to hang out with :))&lt;br /&gt;- celebrate my 16th with a party with all my friends in it. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yun palang naman.&lt;/i&gt; :| :)) I shall go back to this list next yeaaar. ((;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-3277352975185198599?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/3277352975185198599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=3277352975185198599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/3277352975185198599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/3277352975185198599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-love-theaaaa.html' title='I Love Theaaaa =))'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RkncK1CKdeI/AAAAAAAAAKE/lH2nqlG_32A/s72-c/thea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-4122516657704416520</id><published>2007-05-11T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T19:39:06.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion</title><content type='html'>Reunions with grade school friends are always fun. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, I got to hang out with &lt;b&gt;Angelica, Micah (Agana) and Diana (Trinidad).&lt;/b&gt; Yep, Micah's back! ;) Angelica and I first had our review and good news... it's our last day! Oh, and I'm in the over-all top 20 for the UPCAT Mock Exams in our review center. &lt;b&gt;TOP 16 BABY :))&lt;/b&gt; mmmmmmkaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After review, we met up with Angelica's friend in Starbucks. &lt;b&gt;Sam (Nadela)&lt;/b&gt; followed, then Micah did. Sam had to leave early, though. :| after staying in Starbucks for the longest time, we bought food in Mcdo 'cause we got hungry :)) we went to Diana's pad after. Then we walked to Big Scoop, Angelica was funny. :)) &lt;i&gt;REKLAMADOR&lt;/i&gt; :)) oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to Diana's, ate popcorn. Got vain. The usual things to do :) Angelica kept on making us laugh :)) seriously. But then she had to go, so Micah and I walked to my place &lt;i&gt;nalang&lt;/i&gt;. ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed Micah a lot! And it was really good to see her again. Most of my friends saw her last year in Andrew's wake which apparently I wasn't able to go to, so it's my first time to see Micah in &lt;b&gt;3 years&lt;/b&gt;, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be uploaded laterr. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be having another get-together next week, this time with the rest of OKA, whoever's coming. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-4122516657704416520?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/4122516657704416520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=4122516657704416520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/4122516657704416520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/4122516657704416520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/05/reunion.html' title='Reunion'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-8167565449881397583</id><published>2007-05-09T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T19:41:48.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEROES.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.heroestheseries.com/stills/heroes-cast-may16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.heroestheseries.com/stills/heroes-cast-may16.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://teuve.blogspirit.com/images/medium_heroes_Nakamura.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://teuve.blogspirit.com/images/medium_heroes_Nakamura.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD FOR BROADBAND. FAST DOWNLOADS :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 3 days (about 7 episodes a day :P), I've been watching &lt;b&gt;Heroes&lt;/b&gt; ;) I can't wait for the next episode that's coming out next week.. episode 22. It really is addicting. Once you watch it, you'd never stop, because the endings are always &lt;i&gt;bitin&lt;/i&gt; :)) my favorite character is Claire. Then Hiro. Then Peter. Well actually I like them all :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trumpets yesterday was okay. We went early for Karen, but she wasn't there :| so I ate at NYPD &lt;i&gt;nalang&lt;/i&gt; with Cara, Marla and Bea. Paul was with us after. Then we went to class. Teacher taught us the breakdance but since it was too hard, he gave it to the boys nalang. Maneater will be for the girls only ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review today. I slept during Science :)) it was BOH-RING. Math was fun, because of Neal, our teacher :) he is totally hilarious, I love it. He made us do "taichi" tas biglang it was YMCA pala. :| :)) then all his jokes are so cool. He is such a fun teacher ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During break time, Angelica and I ate at KFC. Since it was raining after we ate, we ran back to the building all wet. :)) oh well. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Heroes Ep 22!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-8167565449881397583?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/8167565449881397583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=8167565449881397583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/8167565449881397583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/8167565449881397583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/05/heroes.html' title='HEROES.'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-2395822388177776451</id><published>2007-05-03T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T01:04:24.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight Highway</title><content type='html'>Actually, I'm not feeling down or anything anymore. I don't feel any pain &lt;i&gt;na rin naman&lt;/i&gt;. =)) I'm actually feeling really okay now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I found this song and I guess it suits &lt;b&gt;HOW I FELT&lt;/b&gt;. Take note: &lt;u&gt;past tense.&lt;/u&gt; :)) so I'm posting it because I just want to share it. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your bitter goodbye is ringing through this quiet night&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;This idle hour just wont pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've never missed you this much, never thought I would,&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think you'd feel so far away&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your summer perfume is still blowing through this hallway,&lt;br /&gt;Autumn's amber red shadows dance&lt;br /&gt;I miss our midnight rides on highway 18, &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;18 is gone&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so go past the lights and all the excuses&lt;br /&gt;You could have left "sincerely yours"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't you think it's obvious that I want to say more?&lt;br /&gt;Cause anything too daring to say to you,&lt;br /&gt;Will be said in this letter, then burned away&lt;br /&gt;So you never realize, I'm here&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of your vague reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So I can understand&lt;br /&gt;Why we put this at rest&lt;br /&gt;Why we forget to&lt;br /&gt;Say that we were leaving&lt;br /&gt;And say that we were sorry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past remains unspoken&lt;br /&gt;As this vacant night is dying&lt;br /&gt;But I still miss your summer perfume&lt;br /&gt;This cold air brings in such a distance to us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Such a painful distance&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I'm still waiting for you to say you hate me now&lt;br /&gt;So I don't have to, hold on to this burning heart&lt;br /&gt;This burning heart is getting old, getting old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I'm sitting on this cold kitchen floor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Head down to hide the tears,&lt;br /&gt;I've realized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I've finally realized that you were never meant for me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-2395822388177776451?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/2395822388177776451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=2395822388177776451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/2395822388177776451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/2395822388177776451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/05/midnight-highway.html' title='Midnight Highway'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-1260888937514469532</id><published>2007-05-01T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T14:50:53.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPIDERMAN ROCKED :)</title><content type='html'>The title speaks for itself. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But too bad the ending made me say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"that was it?"&lt;/span&gt;. The long wait (the ticket lines were long. :|) was worth it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;singit&lt;/span&gt; topic:&lt;br /&gt;I, again, let another opportunity pass me by without me taking it. :| I feel bad about it. But oh well, there's nothing more that I can do. But just to support it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BASTA&lt;/span&gt; I KNOW NO ONE UNDERSTANDS WHAT I'M SAYING =)) :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned: &lt;b&gt;grab it once it's in front of you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been blogging. I get lazy. :)) or there's just nothing to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Promenade yesterday with Karenina and my cousin. And her friends. :)) but we had our separate lives there :)) Karenina and I watched Firehouse Dog and HP4 (everyone did, I think.). Firehouse Dog made us cry :)) I'm broke once again. :| but at least all the money goes to food :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before (Sunday) was Zoie's baptism. We only went to the reception. Zoie is an angel. :D we stayed there from the afternoon til night. Issa and the others left early. They left me and Ate Bea with sila tita Bambi. We drank. :)) I never knew that I would be able to drink in front of them. HAHA. Well, they allowed me. :)) I was with them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I have been sick. :| since Friday, when I went to Mel's crib. I caught her virus. :| OH WELL. I'm okay now. :)) I wasn't last Saturday. My body was giving up. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Tuesday again. Which means.......... TRUMPETS! Yay. Maneater. I can do it now. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 more meetings of review classes (tomorrow, Friday, then next weeeeek.) THEN IT'S ALL DONE!!!!!!! YAY. Shotgun. :| :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-1260888937514469532?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/1260888937514469532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=1260888937514469532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/1260888937514469532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/1260888937514469532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/05/spiderman-rocked.html' title='SPIDERMAN ROCKED :)'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-1059943681942077672</id><published>2007-04-25T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T22:56:19.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trumpets &amp; Review</title><content type='html'>We had our &lt;b&gt;Trumpets pictorial&lt;/b&gt; yesterday. The group shots were fun. Paul looked like he was pimpin'. :)) it was a cool one. The solo shots. Ugh. I wonder how it'll come out. :)) in the middle of the pictorial, we had our own pictorial. :)) Millie brought a camera. I just used my phone. :) we had fun. Bea is officially the &lt;b&gt;Egg Roll Guru&lt;/b&gt;. :) and she has produced a good one! Cara was her student, who is now a successful Egg Roller. :)) Millie has graduated it already. She was in Bea's batch. :)) :)) :)) Cara and I did handstands. :)) oh and btw, &lt;u&gt;I CAN FINALLY DO A HEADSTAND SUCCESSFULLY!&lt;/u&gt; I love it. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're learning &lt;b&gt;Ice Box&lt;/b&gt; now. :) it's pretty hard. But oh well. It looks so nice. :) I'm loving our dance now. I find it so cool. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures: &lt;a href="http://erikatan.multiply.com"&gt;http://erikatan.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt; -- contacts only :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Trumpets I went to Regalia with my mom. Gene was asleep already. :( I played with the XBOX instead. :D I played Crash Bandicoot where I kept on screaming:)), FIFA Street (I rock at it :D) and Xiaolin Showdown. Jean Luc memorizes all the Wus :)) and he knows the use and function of each. Goodness gracious. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, I had review classes. Math was okay. Science was fun. :) we had a Chinese teacher. He kept on making fun of Chinese names. Like his friend Jeana Go. Jeana's mom didn't want her name spelled as Gina cause it'll sound nasty. Gina Go. &lt;i&gt;GinaGo&lt;/i&gt;. :)) thanks ha. :)) and there's more. :) our teacher's name is Neal(amutak) &lt;i&gt;sabi nya eh&lt;/i&gt;. :| :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played the game we played in the recollection. The Do You Love Me game. It was fun. Whoever was it had to answer the question in the book. I became it once. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Being out of the house = fun.&lt;/u&gt; I REALLY HATE IT WHEN THERE'S NOTHING TO DO:)) the only thing I do at home is eat, sleep, be on the computer for hours (with nothing to see anyway) or watch DVDs. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mondays bore me. Tuesdays and Thursdays tire my body but I have fun. Wednesdays and Fridays drain my brain but I have fun too. Saturdays and Sunday start to become lazy days. Only the dressing room moments are hott. But.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer isn't so boring after all. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-1059943681942077672?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/1059943681942077672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=1059943681942077672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/1059943681942077672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/1059943681942077672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/04/trumpets-review.html' title='Trumpets &amp; Review'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-6209719366383472582</id><published>2007-04-21T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T23:23:02.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pas de Deux</title><content type='html'>Earlier this afternoon, I went to Starbucks Tomas Morato to meet up with Batchi, Ara and Angelica. We stayed there for &lt;b&gt;3 hours doing nothing&lt;/b&gt;. We just laughed, took blackmail pictures, and &lt;i&gt;nagtitigan&lt;/i&gt;. :)) I know Ara is happy. Very happy, indeed. :)) Angelica and her didn`t talk (only said hi`s and bye`s) :| I had to leave early. I thought ballet was at 5. I was wrong. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to Shang, they said ballet was at 6. Then 6:30. They finalized it and said it`ll be at 7. WTH. I could`ve stayed longer at Starbucks. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a lot of pictures using Mica`s digi cam. I`ll upload after she does. I`ll steal. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had &lt;b&gt;Pas de Deux class with Nonoy Froilan&lt;/b&gt;. Kuya Jerome (sp?) was my partner :) my pointe shoes are giving up on me again. :( Teacher Nonoy was funny. He noticed that we were all scared to hit the boys when we turn and he said &lt;i&gt;"don`t be scared to hit the boys. Go and hit the boys!"&lt;/i&gt; and that meant &lt;b&gt;*where it counts&lt;/b&gt;. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Pas de Deux class was tiring. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I MISS JENNIFER DELA CERNA!&lt;/b&gt; She`s in the States now. I`m chatting with her! I really miss her already even if it`s been a couple of hours palang. Well, the last time I saw her was... during Irene`s birthday. :( I miss you, Fer!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-6209719366383472582?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/6209719366383472582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=6209719366383472582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/6209719366383472582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/6209719366383472582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/04/pas-de-deux.html' title='Pas de Deux'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-2241230171159894419</id><published>2007-04-21T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T01:35:35.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earthday Jam</title><content type='html'>Let me start the day. :)) I went to review class. It was the same as any other review day. After review, Angelica and I hung out at Starbucks. Then I went to school to get my report card. SCARY :| I got lower grades:)) I freaked out with the &lt;s&gt;78 in English.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;b&gt;TYPOGRAPHICAL ERROR pala.&lt;/b&gt; Whew! I almost died there:)) anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few hours..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Earthday Jam @ Tomas Morato :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn`t actually participate much.&lt;br /&gt;I first met up with the &lt;b&gt;twins (Celine &amp; Cristine)&lt;/b&gt; @ Kimono Ken. Then met up with &lt;b&gt;Irene&lt;/b&gt;. Then met up with &lt;b&gt;Midi&lt;/b&gt; (who btw organized the concert :P). Midi got us seats in front :&gt; he is so cool. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irene and I got hungry so we went to Brother`s Burger afterwards. And we spotted a &lt;s&gt;cutie&lt;/s&gt;. His name`s &lt;b&gt;CJ&lt;/b&gt; I think =)) too bad he caught us (or his friends did). Oh well:)) Irene and I talked about a lot of things over dinner (?) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to &lt;b&gt;Batchi`s place&lt;/b&gt; after. =D then back to the event. Irene had to leave early. I walked her to Shakey`s then went to the other side of Tomas all by myself. &lt;u&gt;SCARY EMO PEOPLE&lt;/u&gt; (not the emo emo. The uh, poser emo rocker whatever. I know you get my point) :| seriously. They did scare me. :| and they were all in black. Some even had no top on (boys, of course). I couldn`t actually describe them, but there were millions (exaggeration.) of them :| it was really scary. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Starbucks after while waiting for my dad, who was performing on stage :) then I asked my mom to pick me up after. Around 12:45-1am. Because I was alone already :)) and my dad had to run to some other place after the Earthday Jam gig. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures -- &lt;a href="http://erikatan.multiply.com/photos/album/139"&gt;http://erikatan.multiply.com/photos/album/139&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contacts only. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-2241230171159894419?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/2241230171159894419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=2241230171159894419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/2241230171159894419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/2241230171159894419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/04/earthday-jam.html' title='Earthday Jam'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-3566342067419011392</id><published>2007-04-17T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T21:13:47.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trumpets</title><content type='html'>I`m loving our dance in Trumpets. =D but it would have been much better &lt;i&gt;sana&lt;/i&gt; if we were only a few. Our class is now called &lt;b&gt;Streetdance Advanced Level Up A&lt;/b&gt;, I think. It`s weird. It`s not just Advanced anymore, just like how it used to be. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started doing our blockings earlier. It was pretty tiring. I`m excited to learn the steps to &lt;b&gt;Ice Box and Maneater&lt;/b&gt;. :) our dance would be longer now, I predict. I`m excited :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands hurt earlier, during the &lt;b&gt;Glamorous&lt;/b&gt; part. :| really painful. :| but super fun. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you ain`t got no money take your broke ass home! :&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-3566342067419011392?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/3566342067419011392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=3566342067419011392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/3566342067419011392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/3566342067419011392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/04/trumpets.html' title='Trumpets'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-249898413500500622</id><published>2007-04-17T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T00:44:49.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming and Reaping</title><content type='html'>I met up with my friends at Gateway at 11:30 am. I was the only one on time :)) when we all got there, we went to my tita`s condo, &lt;b&gt;Regalia.&lt;/b&gt; We first hung out at the cafe, waited for my cousins then off we swam. &lt;b&gt;Batchi&lt;/b&gt; didn`t swim because of some reasonable reason.. Irene and I were able to force &lt;b&gt;Ara&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Cathy&lt;/b&gt; to join us in the pool. :) we played in the pool, took pictures. Ordered food, then ate. After eating, only Cathy and I swam again. And this time we swam &lt;i&gt;na talaga&lt;/i&gt;, not just played. :) it was fun. We burned off the fat =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After swimming, we walked back to Gateway. It was 5 something still. The movie was at 7:25. We went store hopping first :) Ara and I fit clothes, then took pictures. We didn`t buy anything, though. I would`ve, but I don`t have money. :( Ara and Batchi left early. :( they didn`t watch &lt;b&gt;The Reaping&lt;/b&gt; with us. So anyway. Cathy, Irene and I sat down first at the Food Express. I had a blizzard while Cathy got some Taco Bell. We went to the movies after. &lt;u&gt;THE REAPING ROCKED!&lt;/u&gt; I loved it. It brought some chills to my spine. :P I was near tears when it was part of the insects, locusts and boils. I HAVE THIS BIG FEAR OF INSECTS AND CREEPY THINGS JUST LIKE IT, so yea. :| but I still enjoyed the movie a lot. &lt;b&gt;AnnaSophia Robb is a goddess.&lt;/b&gt; A young one. I love her, she looks just so gorgeous in the movie. =) I wanna watch The Reaping again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my bitches would meet up again this week to plan our party, which will be held in my tita`s condo. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO YOU GUYS (of course the ones I know :P) SHOULD COME. IT`LL BE A TRIPLE BIRTHDAY BASH FROM 6 PM TO MIDNIGHT. IT WILL BE FUN, I CAN PREDICT:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. for the first time, I didn`t take pictures using my camera =)) so I`ll be stealing from my friends` multipies. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-249898413500500622?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/249898413500500622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=249898413500500622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/249898413500500622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/249898413500500622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/04/swimming-and-reaping.html' title='Swimming and Reaping'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-3201993520627788614</id><published>2007-04-15T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T23:59:56.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beggar on the loose!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I now lack clothes, tyvm.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m near tears. I have nothing to wear &lt;i&gt;na&lt;/i&gt;. :( I was like a psycho just earlier at ballet. I kept on screaming &lt;i&gt;"give me clothesssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;/i&gt; but thanks. :| and we went to Zara. HEAVEN. But thanks again. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ballet I went back to Zara. And I reserved something I like. And I`m getting it this week :&gt; yay. New outfit. BUT STILL NOT ENOUGH :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ONE TIME BIG TIME IS WHAT I NEED.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I went shopping for clothes was uh, last January. THANKS &lt;i&gt;TALAGA&lt;/i&gt; :| and that time, if you remember, I removed 23 tops and 4 skirts even if I only bought 3 items. My drawers are really empty now and whenever I open it if I have to change clothes, the only thing that goes to my mind is: &lt;i&gt;"I`ve worn this a few days ago"&lt;/i&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I`m dropping hints here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;a month and nine days away.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; THERE IS TIME :) so, give me clothes as your gifts, okay? =)) people who know me, YOU KNOW MY STYLE :P =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a beggar. :| thanks :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;edit. @ 23:58&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I`m having an LSS. Hillsong. :) even if I didn`t go to church today. :|&lt;br /&gt;- Swimming with the bitches tomorrow. Yeaaaaaaay. =D and we might watch a movie after.&lt;br /&gt;- Earthday Jam Concert on Friday @ Tomas Morato. My dad`s playing, so he invited me. I`ll be there with friends. :&gt; see you there, whoever`s coming. :)&lt;br /&gt;- I STILL NEED CLOTHES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;/edit.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-3201993520627788614?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/3201993520627788614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=3201993520627788614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/3201993520627788614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/3201993520627788614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/04/beggar-on-loose.html' title='Beggar on the loose!'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-2170102662014377008</id><published>2007-04-13T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T22:54:58.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>Friday the 13th, not unlucky at all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review started at 8 am, and ended past 12. Angelica and I were really bored during the review. We both failed to pass the math and science proficiency tests:)) the teacher looked and sounded like the &lt;b&gt;Romero twins&lt;/b&gt;.. which made me miss them more. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After review, Angelica and I went looking for Starbucks. It was a long walk. :| I met a new friend, her name is &lt;b&gt;Tisha&lt;/b&gt; :) we hung out at Starbucks for awhile first, then we went to Toni`s house, a friend of Tisha. Angelica was so &lt;i&gt;arte&lt;/i&gt;, she didn`t want to ride a jeep. She kept on insisting to ride a cab, we`ve been waiting for one for 20 mins and still didn`t get a ride. Tisha and I stopped a jeep and then we rode:)) poor Angelica. HAHA. We went to Toni`s first, then to Tisha`s place. Stayed there til around 4, then &lt;i&gt;hinatid ako ni&lt;/i&gt; Angelica :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had ballet after at &lt;b&gt;PBT&lt;/b&gt;. Thanks, I was really dizzy. Last meal at 7 am. =| =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ballet, I went straight to &lt;b&gt;Promenade&lt;/b&gt; to meet up with Angelica, Diana, Jill, Pia and JP. We were at Tender Bobs first. Had fun. Lots of it. JP = funny. =)) then off to Starbucks. Diana and I had to leave earlier than the rest. I think they`re still there:)) some of them are staying til 2 am. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gained three new friends today: Tisha, Toni and JP. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-2170102662014377008?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/2170102662014377008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=2170102662014377008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/2170102662014377008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/2170102662014377008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/04/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-75974250077982098</id><published>2007-04-12T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T15:33:35.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAUGHTRIP =))</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/Rh3f3s5myII/AAAAAAAAAJc/17gHI6jt_D4/s1600-h/untitledggggg.bmp.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/Rh3f3s5myII/AAAAAAAAAJc/17gHI6jt_D4/s320/untitledggggg.bmp.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052440505018140802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/Rh3f4M5myJI/AAAAAAAAAJk/iA0tJGY_kk4/s1600-h/elephant.bmp.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/Rh3f4M5myJI/AAAAAAAAAJk/iA0tJGY_kk4/s320/elephant.bmp.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052440513608075410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/Rh3f4M5myKI/AAAAAAAAAJs/UMGSgGUFtds/s1600-h/ffffffff.bmp.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/Rh3f4M5myKI/AAAAAAAAAJs/UMGSgGUFtds/s320/ffffffff.bmp.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052440513608075426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/Rh3f4c5myLI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/0M63CS7XHl8/s1600-h/untitledfff.bmp.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/Rh3f4c5myLI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/0M63CS7XHl8/s320/untitledfff.bmp.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052440517903042738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/Rh3f4c5myMI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OoriUF_jL2s/s1600-h/untitledhhhh.bmp.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/Rh3f4c5myMI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OoriUF_jL2s/s320/untitledhhhh.bmp.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052440517903042754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, bestfriend Marga for sharing this :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ang bobo ni Peter (kung sino man siya), thanks ha. :| &lt;b&gt;HE`S MY IDOL!&lt;/b&gt; I LOVE PETER:)) tama ba kasing i-shotgun ang exams. =| thanks talaga.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super laughtrip (I was literally LMAO kanina), I do not need to explain. The pictures explain themselves :&gt; :&gt; :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elephant is my fave :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-75974250077982098?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/75974250077982098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=75974250077982098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/75974250077982098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/75974250077982098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/04/laughtrip.html' title='LAUGHTRIP =))'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/Rh3f3s5myII/AAAAAAAAAJc/17gHI6jt_D4/s72-c/untitledggggg.bmp.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-8620343454177850045</id><published>2007-04-11T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T21:10:27.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TORTURE.</title><content type='html'>I feel like I have been tortured. Since yesterday :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trumpets yesterday. It`s sad `cause it`s different now. Us (the advanced class) got mixed with the other people from the adult class. So &lt;i&gt;parang&lt;/i&gt; we`re not advanced anymore :( since there were very few of us in advanced, they decided to split the other class into two and let us absorb them =| &lt;b&gt;WHAT THE HEY.. THE FEWER THE BETTER. =|&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher Rene taught us new steps. New &lt;u&gt;HARD&lt;/u&gt; steps. He`s fond of waves, and little steps. Ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today. Had review classes. It was the first day. &lt;b&gt;Angelica&lt;/b&gt; was with me :) first day was torture to the brains. Diagnostic exams suck. =)) we hated it. I`m speaking for me and Angelica. Haha. We have the same phone, and both our phones look so &lt;i&gt;kawawa na&lt;/i&gt;. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trumpets tomorrow. MORE TORTURE.&lt;br /&gt;Review on friday. MORE AND MORE TORTURE.&lt;br /&gt;.. but at least I`ll be having funnn. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-8620343454177850045?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/8620343454177850045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=8620343454177850045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/8620343454177850045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/8620343454177850045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/04/torture.html' title='TORTURE.'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-8825377599766919412</id><published>2007-04-11T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T00:39:35.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PUNTA FUEGO!</title><content type='html'>Punta Fuego with my ballet mates =)&lt;br /&gt;April 9th, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up early in the morning, then we went off to &lt;b&gt;Fuego&lt;/b&gt; in a coaster! We (the ones at the back: Thea, Karenina, Rozel, Julia, me, and some other people) were the noisiest. More of Thea and I, though. THEA HAS COOL VIDEOS :)) I`ll upload later. We kept on singing out loud until later on, they gave us a microphone. =)) we sang a lot. &lt;u&gt;OLD SONGS!&lt;/u&gt; ♥ in Tagaytay, I became a tour guide since I was holding the mic and we were tired from singing. Out of nowhere I said "to the left, you can see the Taal volcano" and thanks, everyone laughed. =)) WE PROVIDED &lt;b&gt;GOOD ENTERTAINMENT&lt;/b&gt;, THANK YOU VERY MUCH =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to Fuego, we took pictures first =) then swam. I finally had the courage to open my eyes under water. =)) sorry =| we played volleyball after, but only for a short while. We swam again, then jetskiied! (spelling?) thanks a bunch to Jessica for letting us ride with her. IT WAS FUN! I loved it. Thea and I wanted to fall down. =)) Rozel, Jana, Natasha and Jessica did. =| Thea and I swam from the jetski to the thingy where all of them were, just cause. =) we played with the sprinklers after, then had lunch. We were hungry. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we went to the beach. =) just me and my friends. We didn`t swim there, tho. Stayed at the seaside, took pictures. At the shore, too. I love the feeling of the waves crashing =)) it feels so good, with the rocks and sand and everything. Julia and I accidentally dropped Thea`s camera in the sand =| it got destroyed for a while. Julia and I fixed it :)) we went to the infinity pool after. It was my favorite next to the beach! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The infinity pool is heaven. I swear. Lovely. =) we swam and swam there. I loved the deeper pool. I did laps, and yes, &lt;i&gt;ABS&lt;/i&gt; BABY! =)) I want abs. We want abs. =)) we played Agawan Base in the shallower pool. Still fun ;) too bad we only had limited time to swim there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in Fuego for only a short time, but nevertheless, we still had so much fun. We were able to do a lot of cool stuff anyway, and it was tiring. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the coaster going back home, we were all asleep for the first few minutes/first hour. It was so quiet. We slept, felt like a long time, but when we woke up, we were still in Tagaytay. Thanks, ha. =| we stayed up anyway. And ate a lot. =)) we got back here at Manila pretty early. 8 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Seattle`s Best after. Ordered milkshakes. &lt;i&gt;Karenina`s name was Strawberry. I was Life, and Thea was Pebbles.&lt;/i&gt; Cute names, right? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Karenina`s crib. SLEEPOVER! We played Game of Life. And I played Solitaire. Then slept at 1 am. =)) we were supposed to have a &lt;i&gt;"jologs night"&lt;/i&gt;, but it didn`t push through. OH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures @ &lt;a href="http://erikatan.multiply.com/photos"&gt;my Multiply&lt;/a&gt; =) click that link, and comment okay? I have 6 new albums. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-8825377599766919412?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/8825377599766919412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=8825377599766919412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/8825377599766919412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/8825377599766919412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/04/punta-fuego.html' title='PUNTA FUEGO!'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-8234143949406898222</id><published>2007-04-04T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T23:11:09.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tipsy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;U&gt;LET US ASSUME THAT TODAY IS STILL THE 3RD OF APRIL :)&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of &lt;b&gt;Trumpets&lt;/b&gt; today :) I first met up with Cara, then I saw Karen, Millie, and Bea after. First day was fun :) I just hate the fact that stalkerdude was there. =| all the students in the adult class auditioned for advanced. Cara did, too. AND SHE MADE IT! YAY!!!!!! the dance was pretty hard and tiring but it was fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to &lt;b&gt;Irene`s birthday bash&lt;/b&gt; @ Music Match after Trumpets. I was kinda late but I guess I didn`t miss out on a lot. We took lots of pictures &amp; videos, sang a lot of crazy songs, and drank the night away:)) there were a lot of people :) I drank almost 2 bottles of beer and I felt super tipsy after. My mom couldn`t stop laughing about my condition. I was (and still am) really hyper. NOT DRUNK. Just tipsy. And really red:)) Cathy was funny. She said she wasn`t dizzy but hell, she walks like she was. IT WAS PRETTY OBVIOUS THAT SHE WAS ALMOST DRUNK:)) we sang Spice Girls and Britney songs :)) I was really hyper that time na. =)) we ended at 11 pm. I had so much fun! I missed them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My highlight of the day: Emman &amp; Carl`s "moment". Dang I loved it, I hope it was captured on film (okay technically not. No one uses film na. =P) sayang since Carl moved. =)) it was pretty hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened today I can`t narrate everything here since I`m still kind of not in proper condition now. Kind of drunk but not. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY SIXTEENTH BIRTHDAY IRENE! I love you. =D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RhKMFdHzIRI/AAAAAAAAAIs/8hVu8Iej2yw/s1600-h/03-04-07_2127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RhKMFdHzIRI/AAAAAAAAAIs/8hVu8Iej2yw/s200/03-04-07_2127.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049252157580321042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RhKMFtHzISI/AAAAAAAAAI0/B1vTFlxXPeg/s1600-h/P1010060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RhKMFtHzISI/AAAAAAAAAI0/B1vTFlxXPeg/s200/P1010060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049252161875288354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RhKMF9HzITI/AAAAAAAAAI8/HyXK0xuRPzk/s1600-h/03-04-07_2130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RhKMF9HzITI/AAAAAAAAAI8/HyXK0xuRPzk/s200/03-04-07_2130.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049252166170255666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RhKMF9HzIUI/AAAAAAAAAJE/cJ2QCtabiqo/s1600-h/03-04-07_2131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RhKMF9HzIUI/AAAAAAAAAJE/cJ2QCtabiqo/s200/03-04-07_2131.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049252166170255682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RhNSLC_zyFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zmIf5NPnyvI/s1600-h/ate%27s+b-day+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RhNSLC_zyFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zmIf5NPnyvI/s200/ate%27s+b-day+042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049469956949002322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RhNSLC_zyGI/AAAAAAAAAJU/JAVd06ijzDE/s1600-h/ate%27s+b-day+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RhNSLC_zyGI/AAAAAAAAAJU/JAVd06ijzDE/s200/ate%27s+b-day+052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049469956949002338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures: &lt;a href="http://erikatan.multiply.com/photos/album/119"&gt;http://erikatan.multiply.com/photos/album/119&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- for contacts only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-8234143949406898222?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/8234143949406898222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=8234143949406898222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/8234143949406898222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/8234143949406898222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/04/tipsy.html' title='Tipsy.'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RhKMFdHzIRI/AAAAAAAAAIs/8hVu8Iej2yw/s72-c/03-04-07_2127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-4877435486765180430</id><published>2007-04-02T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T12:33:49.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss...</title><content type='html'>Summer`s been here for a week now, and it hasn`t been exactly fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I miss the school year, III-Understanding &amp;&amp; AlphaBitches!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss..&lt;br /&gt;- MJ`s sneezing sounds. =D&lt;br /&gt;- our Me&amp;You session during cheerdance practice&lt;br /&gt;- Pyramus&amp;Thisbe rehearsals&lt;br /&gt;- Noli Me Tangere rehearsals&lt;br /&gt;- our mini library moments, where everyone was pretty quiet `cause we were all reading magazines.&lt;br /&gt;- my hangman sessions with Catherine! I miss her, too.&lt;br /&gt;- Darling, Angelie and I`s criticisms. Especially during ....=))&lt;br /&gt;- the field trip. BUTTERFLY!&lt;br /&gt;- the not-so-fun school fair&lt;br /&gt;- Fer`s Bring Me To Life performance @ Campus Diva. SHE ROCKED HARD!&lt;br /&gt;- dismissal time with Genie. Scramble, baby!&lt;br /&gt;- volleyball trainings. And the ones with the gay people :))&lt;br /&gt;- the varsity going to the "province" just to compete:))&lt;br /&gt;- dinner &amp; hanging out with Haizel, and coach. :)&lt;br /&gt;- Saturday practices at school&lt;br /&gt;- Sir Ulaye`s words. =P&lt;br /&gt;- Angelie and I singing cool songs =P&lt;br /&gt;- Jan Tan and her &lt;i&gt;kalokohans.&lt;/i&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;- Mae and her &lt;i&gt;"hoy! Magbayad na kayo!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fer vocalizing out of nowhere :P&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;kalokohans&lt;/i&gt; with Fer &amp; Ara&lt;br /&gt;- never-ending &lt;i&gt;kwentos&lt;/i&gt; with Elisha&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;kalokohan&lt;/i&gt; with Shobe, Gem, and the others. &lt;i&gt;Naki-epal lang ako. =P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- me going to Mel`s place every time I want to&lt;br /&gt;- moments in the Chemistry lab (I miss the flame test =P)&lt;br /&gt;- times when I got addicted to basketball :))&lt;br /&gt;- moments in San Beda =P&lt;br /&gt;- the family day @ school, when I introduced Raymond to my mom =)))))))&lt;br /&gt;- dance concert&lt;br /&gt;- my enemy who I don`t even know:)) she remains to be anonymous. &lt;i&gt;Mang-aaway na nga lang, tatanga-tanga pa. =))&lt;/i&gt; I reported her to NTC thrice! &amp;&amp; she wouldn`t stop. Not until January:))&lt;br /&gt;- twenty-three. Yea, &lt;i&gt;isama na natin yun. =P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- and uh, eighteen? &lt;i&gt;Sige nalang.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Gateway gimmicks after exams :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. and there`s &lt;u&gt;SO MUCH MORE!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall add to this list once I remember the others =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Trumpets tomorrow :D I`m pretty excited. Finally, something fun to do. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-4877435486765180430?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/4877435486765180430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=4877435486765180430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/4877435486765180430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/4877435486765180430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-miss.html' title='I Miss...'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-6024258066831870112</id><published>2007-04-01T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T01:02:07.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Insomnia</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Ballet Manila&lt;/b&gt; was great =D they performed last night (technically last night.. It`s April 1.) at Shang. =D they did some dances that they danced at my school the time they came to do a show for us. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of April 1..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy April Fools Day!&lt;/b&gt; [it`s as if people celebrate it, but wth. =P]&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;b&gt;happy birthday, Edlynne!&lt;/b&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I have no plans of sleeping. :)) I`ll stay up texting, talking on the phone, or watching OTH again. Idk. Whatever. I`m not sleepy. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, insomnia. It`s nice to have you back. =D [nice? EH?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[edited @ 1:03 am, 2nd April]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I edited some parts up there. I noticed my awful grammar =)) as it is, the first paragraph still sounds awful but what the hell. Nose bleed na. =| kidding. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-6024258066831870112?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/6024258066831870112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=6024258066831870112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/6024258066831870112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/6024258066831870112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/04/hello-insomnia.html' title='Hello, Insomnia'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-8774846801785998498</id><published>2007-03-30T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T21:36:12.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PBT</title><content type='html'>Ballet at &lt;b&gt;PBT&lt;/b&gt; is fun. =D there were a few of us from my school, tho. Only 6 of us came [ate Mitch, Karenina, Nicole, Tiff, Katrene and me]. It was a 2-hour class taught by Anatoli (sp?). He`s a really great ballet dancer, such an honor to be in his class. =D the PBT company dancers were guh-reat. Especially Abi or Abby, Idk her but she`s so good. She was Esmeralda in "Esmeralda" a few months back. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took class there along with the PBT company dancers and Bodypointe dancers. My friends and I... uhh... let`s just say we have our own personal opinions about the people we took class with. =D I don`t want to be mean all in the wrong places. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`ll be having class at PBT every Friday this summer. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing the topic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone`s freaking me outtt. :| I`m not telling who, but she`s freaking me out. :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-8774846801785998498?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/8774846801785998498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=8774846801785998498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/8774846801785998498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/8774846801785998498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/03/pbt.html' title='PBT'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-8156183648873875240</id><published>2007-03-30T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T13:51:58.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANTM Cycle 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I LOVE CYCLE 8!&lt;/b&gt; =D my favorites are Renee &amp;&amp; Samantha :) Renee kinda looks like Mischa Barton, while Samantha kinda looks like Natalie Portman. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to share =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I shall be doing all summer. WATCHING EPISODES. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;No one will ever love you as much as I do. Why isn't love enough?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-8156183648873875240?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/8156183648873875240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=8156183648873875240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/8156183648873875240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/8156183648873875240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/03/antm-cycle-8.html' title='ANTM Cycle 8'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-6762240529225577497</id><published>2007-03-29T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T22:38:26.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I`m Ahead! =P</title><content type='html'>For the first time in 8-9 years (yes this is serious =p), I went to &lt;i&gt;SM North Edsa&lt;/i&gt; earlier ;) The Block is a pretty place, kinda like The Podium. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`ve finally gotten around to getting a copy of the movie &lt;b&gt;Closer&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;&amp; I got to watch it the moment I got home. &lt;u&gt;I LOVED IT.&lt;/u&gt; :) I also started watching a new series today. It`s called &lt;b&gt;The Dresden Files.&lt;/b&gt; It`s about a wizard. Kinda like CSI and the like, but the leading role`s a wizard. IT`S FUN and there are lots of suspense. =D I love it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m now on the 4th episode of &lt;b&gt;Search for the Next Doll.&lt;/b&gt; The previous episode has been pretty much annoying. You better download the show =D it`s kinda like ANTM but this one`s Search for the Next Pussycat Doll. I love it, too. :) I like Melissa R -- she looks like Nicole. Chelsea`s great too. I hate Sisely, she`s acting like a bitch. More like Lisa from ANTM Cycle 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a broadband connection has its own benefits :&gt; I`m ahead. From a lot of people. My mom loves downloading episodes online. I`ve seen lots of &lt;b&gt;Grey`s &amp;&amp; Prison Break&lt;/b&gt; even before they were shown here. =)) and now I`m on Dresden. &amp;&amp; Search for the Next Doll. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I`m bored now. :[ my mouth doesn`t hurt as much anymore! YAY. :D and I can finally bite onto my food now! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m kind of &lt;i&gt;happy&lt;/i&gt; with my heart`s situation right now =D but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;You think you might wanna love me, too? :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-6762240529225577497?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/6762240529225577497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=6762240529225577497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/6762240529225577497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/6762240529225577497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-ahead-p.html' title='I`m Ahead! =P'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-5348675200482635038</id><published>2007-03-26T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T18:52:21.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day</title><content type='html'>Last day of classes today! It was really fun. :) we first had our recognition day at school. Then off to Gateway with friends :) supposedly MOA with Alpha but since many were not allowed, we went to Gateway &lt;i&gt;nalang.&lt;/i&gt; I went with Irene, Batchi, Bea, Carell, Jill and later on with Macie. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bea, Batchi, Jill and I watched &lt;b&gt;Premonition&lt;/b&gt;. :) it`s a pretty nice movie. I liked it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all sat around together (complete) at DQ and we were really noisy. We took lots of pictures ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irene, Jan and Macie went home ahead. Jill, Batchi, Carell, Bea and I chilled out for awhile near Timezone. Took pictures again. And this one`s memorable:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/Rgj2sS_EitI/AAAAAAAAAII/X0FaiFcL1LQ/s1600-h/DSC00125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/Rgj2sS_EitI/AAAAAAAAAII/X0FaiFcL1LQ/s200/DSC00125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046554623339694802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;BULLDOZING MOMENT. BEA LOVES ME. Look at Carell. She is affected by the "bulldozing". Bea Bonita = best bulldozer in town.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batchi and I commuted home :) she stayed here for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in great pain today. UGH. :| Braces = torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://erikatan.multiply.com"&gt;http://erikatan.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- more pictures&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-5348675200482635038?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/5348675200482635038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=5348675200482635038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/5348675200482635038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/5348675200482635038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/03/last-day.html' title='Last Day'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/Rgj2sS_EitI/AAAAAAAAAII/X0FaiFcL1LQ/s72-c/DSC00125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-2090672771673819527</id><published>2007-03-24T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T22:41:54.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mossimo-Speedo Fashion Show</title><content type='html'>This week has been a busy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fitting @ Speedo, Serendra. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday-Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final exams. JUNIOR YEAR IS FINALLY OVER =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After exams, I had nothing to do. Edlynne, Dowee and Quel made me tag along. We went to SM Manila. We played in Quantum and uh, just went around. I had to leave early, though. I went to Glorietta after, for the fashion show rehearsals. We ended at 9 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mossimo-Speedo Fashion Show.&lt;/b&gt; :) it went great. I love my co-models. I love the outfits. I love the make-up. I love everything! Haha. It was my first time to get paid for doing something:)) my first ramp stint. =) and it was super fun. We got to model 3 outfits each for Mossimo and Speedo. As our "prize", we got to keep an outfit from Mossimo, and a GC from Speedo. YAY. Enchong and AJ Dee were my co-models, btw. :P Enchong`s nice. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could do stuff like these more often ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures from my phone (backstage shots) would be uploaded maybe tomorrow night. And official ramp pictures (from tito Rani), maybe next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I loved my make-up, and hair. I had straight hair, and they fixed my eyebrows! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m not too talkative now since I`m really tired. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-2090672771673819527?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/2090672771673819527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=2090672771673819527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/2090672771673819527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/2090672771673819527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/03/mossimo-speedo-fashion-show.html' title='Mossimo-Speedo Fashion Show'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-8056662534393099227</id><published>2007-03-19T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T21:03:13.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speedo Fashion Show</title><content type='html'>I just came home from a fitting for a fashion show. ;) it`s gonna be on Saturday, at Makati. I`ll spill the details when I have them. The fashion show`s gonna be for &lt;b&gt;Speedo&lt;/b&gt;. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Speedo at Serendra:)) the dressing room is lovely. The suits are cool, too. I wish I`d get one for free, after the show. Rehearsals on friday. I won`t be able to make it on time. :| I`d still have school. UGH. Enchong Dee might be with us on the show. ;) ;) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won`t talk too much now since I hafta study. =)) peace. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-8056662534393099227?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/8056662534393099227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=8056662534393099227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/8056662534393099227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/8056662534393099227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/03/speedo-fashion-show.html' title='Speedo Fashion Show'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-5622505865024447850</id><published>2007-03-12T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T20:47:09.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recollection</title><content type='html'>Recollection today. It was so far the best recollection I`ve had in CHS. We played the &lt;i&gt;"do you love me?"&lt;/i&gt; game and it was fun, but it was so elementary. =)) we, too, played a song game. We had to list as many songs we can list that contains the word "love" or anything related to it. Then the second round we had to list anything that has "hate" or "hurt" and the like. Haha. &lt;i&gt;Nobela and Sorry Na.&lt;/i&gt; :)) okay. :| the recollection was more on a talk about love. I kind of hated the talk but it turned out fine. Hated it because of the topic. =)) I cried because they showed some excerpts of The Passion of Christ. No matter what, I still love that movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m liking &lt;s&gt;three&lt;/s&gt; people now. :| one is the same guy I`ve been talking about over and over here. Second is uh, someone who`s keeping a secret from me which sucks. :| and the third, uh, I guess there`s hope. I GUESS. =)) but I`m not sure and I won`t keep my hopes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY. A few more projects to go then, no more sweat. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-5622505865024447850?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/5622505865024447850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=5622505865024447850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/5622505865024447850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/5622505865024447850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/03/recollection.html' title='Recollection'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-3266768891493235427</id><published>2007-03-09T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T19:17:01.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit Him With The Ball</title><content type='html'>Today was not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting to school pretty late nowadays. I arrive either just in time for the morning assembly or I'm a few seconds late. We had an experiment in Chemistry and so far, I guess it's the only experiment I completed and it's the only one I'd be able to pass. The rest of the periods, we practiced for our Noli Me Tangere play. I'm one of the dancers and during the part of Sisa and Basilio, I'd be dancing ballet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was okay. I did better today, than how I played yesterday. Earlier, during training, someone was in the gym, too. Yeah, &lt;s&gt;him.&lt;/s&gt; There was a time when my teammates were playing and I was like &lt;i&gt;"I hope the ball hits him or something"&lt;/i&gt;, but unfortunately, when I was the one who spiked the ball, it hit him. Well not really. He was seated at the bleachers (the end part) and the ball just bounced off the edge of the bleachers, right beside him. Everyone looked at him, then me. There was awkward silence then all of a sudden they were like &lt;i&gt;"Erix, easy lang!"&lt;/i&gt; I couldn't help but look back with a smirk on my face. I wish it hit him though. =)) I am mean, I know. But I'm just really confused and I feel so sick. :( I hate my lovelife. The ball hitting him happened twice. :)) it made me feel a bit better, though. I mean, hello, all this time I've been avoiding him (plus what happened in the staircase earlier, my teammates were talking to him and I just left cause I was avoiding him. Haha.) then I see him all throughout training. That's shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least I am learning now, AND I REALLY AM MOVING ON. Little by little, this'll fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After training, at least I had a little fun. I again got to chat with Haizel, and I get to slurp a little good news. :)) lots of catching up and personal stuff. It's nice to talk to her and just have some fun. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna cry. Too much stuff to do. &lt;b&gt;I DON'T WANNA STUDY ANYMORE&lt;/b&gt; :( too much requirements. Oh Lord, please help. I don't even know where to start. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*btw, I created a new &lt;a href="http://xanga.com/bittersweetfrailty"&gt;Xanga&lt;/a&gt;. I'll be cross-posting from here to there, and vice-versa. It's because I am bored and my life is so dull, there's nothing left to do. Plus the summer's near so yay. I wish I wouldn't have a dull summer. I wish, I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;02 more &lt;u&gt;weeks&lt;/u&gt; to go before summer starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-3266768891493235427?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/3266768891493235427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=3266768891493235427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/3266768891493235427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/3266768891493235427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/03/hit-him-with-ball.html' title='Hit Him With The Ball'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-7877336602584980310</id><published>2007-03-06T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T21:01:46.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.5% Hope</title><content type='html'>Don't you just wanna go back? Back in time and fix all the wrong things you've done and do the good things better? But you can't cause you wouldn't be who you are today. But I wish I could go back to &lt;b&gt;January&lt;/b&gt;, when things were so much better for me. I know that I've said I'm moving on and that I'm letting go. But I just miss every memory and every feeling I've gone through. &lt;i&gt;I miss feeling the chills when the phone rings and it's him on the other line. I miss feeling the butterflies in my stomach when he held my hand. I miss just having a good time and nothing else. I miss the sweet text messages which btw I haven't deleted yet. Not most of it, I mean. I miss being a princess to someone whom I called my prince. I miss someone saying I love you in every chance he gets, mostly out of nowhere. I miss the way he sings to me on the phone -- which is why every song pretty much reminds me of him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm moving on and he takes up a lesser space in my heart and mind now, but I can't deny the fact that I'm still bleeding, breaking and falling apart. It's pretty hard to let go simply because I get to see him everyday. That couldn't be avoided. Well I'm pretty much improving on the "avoid looking at him" part. And every time I see him you know, I just wanna call his name, approach him, talk to him like I did before, maybe hug him for just one time, maybe hold his hand, and tell him that I love him. But I am afraid that he'll push me away and reject me. I am afraid. And also because I know that I have no right to do those things anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I realize that only &lt;b&gt;time&lt;/b&gt; can heal my wounds. Thank God the summer's approaching. And I wouldn't be able to see him for 2 months. Well maybe I would but not as often as now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting him go because I love him. I still do, I admit it. I'm letting him go but I don't want him to be gone forever. I don't want the memories to die. I miss him. And I would still do until .... whenever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have the littlest hope that he'll come back. The littlest of the little. But just for now, I am happy for him, for whom he's with. And I hope that they'll be happy with each other too. Cause if this girl breaks his heart, it'll break mine, too. I still have that &lt;b&gt;.5%&lt;/b&gt; hope. That faith. That wish. That dream. That really really really itsy bitsy chance of him coming back into my arms. :] I quote him: &lt;i&gt;"soon enough for you to wait"&lt;/i&gt;. I am a very impatient person, but for the &lt;u&gt;weirdest reason&lt;/u&gt;, I could wait for him forever and never lose my temper. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/Re1ssk7q1wI/AAAAAAAAAFI/lq3-FYxjA9A/s1600-h/06-03-07_2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/Re1ssk7q1wI/AAAAAAAAAFI/lq3-FYxjA9A/s320/06-03-07_2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038803071181444866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EMO.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-7877336602584980310?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/7877336602584980310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=7877336602584980310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/7877336602584980310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/7877336602584980310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/03/5-hope.html' title='.5% Hope'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/Re1ssk7q1wI/AAAAAAAAAFI/lq3-FYxjA9A/s72-c/06-03-07_2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-8171738772192233118</id><published>2007-03-05T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T22:38:40.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Takes Time.</title><content type='html'>Today, &lt;b&gt;I tried to confuse my heart.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, it worked. I took control over it (my heart) and I'm moving on, finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are some side effects which sucks. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am out of control (my mind and body. :|) and careless. I am not myself. I was &lt;i&gt;nanggigigil&lt;/i&gt; the whole time today, especially during volleyball training. To the extent that I didn't have a good play and that &lt;i&gt;pati si Haizel napanggigilan ko.&lt;/i&gt; Lots happened. If you just saw how I was, you'd say that I was a mental freak. Haizel planned to bring me to the mental hospital :)) hahaha. I made her punch me twice. Slap me. And pinch me as hard as she could so I could wake up and be myself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL I WANTED TO DO WAS SCREAM. OR CRY. I WASN'T ABLE TO DO EITHER. I WAS SUPPOSED TO CRY IT ALL OUT ALREADY WHEN HAIZEL CAME AND TOLD ME SHE WAS HUNGRY:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was okay when they invited me to dinner. :] well not really, but I got preoccupied. Haizel and I ate the same thing. After eating, Coach, Haizel and I talked about the McDo Float:)) it was hilarious, that it came to the point that we counted all the ice cubes. =)) Coach's had 34 cubes, Haizel's had 38 and mine had 41. HOW GREAT, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we are weird. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stand it, confusing my heart I mean. I tried to think of other people today and yes, it worked. But look at the side effect. Man, it just shows that I couldn't do it just yet. Well, I am moving on. That's for one. But &lt;b&gt;IT WILL TAKE TIME.&lt;/b&gt; Right now I'm still in the &lt;i&gt;"crying out all my tears just to release the memories of the past"&lt;/i&gt; phase. But I'll get through this. I know I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm tired of getting hurt.&lt;/b&gt; I don't wanna love anymore. I don't wanna love &lt;b&gt;him&lt;/b&gt; anymore. I've been telling that to myself a couple of times already and this time my heart's listening. Tears run down my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe all I need now is more time hanging out with friends. Gimmicks. Parties. The stuff that I used to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the nth time: letting love go is never easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But bt&lt;u&gt;F&lt;/u&gt;w, &lt;b&gt;I AM HAPPY FOR HIM. :]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS WILL TAKE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ako'y malungkot na naman&lt;br /&gt;Amoy chico na ako&lt;br /&gt;Ilang tagay na, hindi pa rin tulog&lt;br /&gt;Tanong ko lang sa langit&lt;br /&gt;Kung bakit pumangit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang dating masaya&lt;br /&gt;Ngayo'y panay problema&lt;br /&gt;Bumabalot sa mundo&lt;br /&gt;O Bakit ganito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang pag-ibig, ganyan talaga&lt;br /&gt;'Pag bago pa ang pag-ibig&lt;br /&gt;Ganyan talaga, masaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkagising ko&lt;br /&gt;Nakita ko si Juan&lt;br /&gt;Na siyang adik sa aming lugar&lt;br /&gt;Parang droga daw ang bisa&lt;br /&gt;Na ginamit nya kanina&lt;br /&gt;Sa una lang daw masarap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang pag-ibig, ganyan talaga&lt;br /&gt;Ako'y nilamon ng pag-ibig&lt;br /&gt;Ganyan talaga, masaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-8171738772192233118?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/8171738772192233118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=8171738772192233118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/8171738772192233118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/8171738772192233118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-takes-time.html' title='It Takes Time.'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-5039207278006152706</id><published>2007-03-02T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T23:11:16.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One year =))</title><content type='html'>One year of being single from ... =)) nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY ANNIVERSARY! Haha funny. A fern &amp;&amp;amp; hugs. &lt;i&gt;Yun eh. ;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-5039207278006152706?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/5039207278006152706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=5039207278006152706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/5039207278006152706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/5039207278006152706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/03/icing.html' title='One year =))'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-1174560358970500886</id><published>2007-02-28T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T23:13:55.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Meant To Be That Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Irene&lt;/b&gt; is in love. &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 haha. Iloffyou, biatch :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I couldn't remember much of what happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched &lt;b&gt;Dekada '70&lt;/b&gt; during Filipino class. It's a cool movie, kinda funny too, actually. =)) we, too, watched a film in Health class. I doubt it if anyone knew the details to the documentary we watched. Everyone was asleep:)) we couldn't help it, it was too boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was fun. :] it was just like before.. That kind of fun. Good friends kind of fun. &lt;i&gt;I could do it pala.&lt;/i&gt; ;] even if I still don't think of him as just a 'friend' (because obviously it's more than that), &lt;b&gt;it's so much better this way. :]&lt;/b&gt; more stories to share, more laughters and smiles, no more tears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope so. I know that sooner or later I'd once again have my lonely nights and I'd be crying myself to sleep again, but I guess I just have to deal with it. This is how my life goes. In the midst of the tears, the pain, the brokenness, here comes the joy, the fun, and the excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Maybe my life was meant to be that way. :]&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and btw, I changed my layout. :] actually, this one's so plain. It's just black&amp;white. No bg images at all. &lt;i&gt;Wala lang.&lt;/i&gt; =)) I'd go plain for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irene and I are getting our lanyards soon! We're excited. :)) &lt;i&gt;thanks, Ate Bei! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/ReWao9nxJ6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/xy9rarr98Uw/s1600-h/lanyardbrasil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/ReWao9nxJ6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/xy9rarr98Uw/s320/lanyardbrasil.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036601786810574754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad Raymond said no. =)) &lt;b&gt;I'M GOING TO MAKE HIM JEALOUS. &gt;:)&lt;/b&gt; I'LL HAVE MY BRASIL LANYARD AND HE WON'T! Bwahahahahaha :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btfw, the computer project's pissing me off. It's so freakkin' hard. But mucho thanks to Ms. Lariba for extending our deadline AGAIN. Iloffyou miss! :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaaaay, must get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;20 more school days left! YAY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- for us CHSians, our last day (24th) is early. We used to end classes on the 1st of April=))&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-1174560358970500886?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/1174560358970500886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=1174560358970500886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/1174560358970500886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/1174560358970500886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-meant-to-be-that-way.html' title='It&apos;s Meant To Be That Way'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/ReWao9nxJ6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/xy9rarr98Uw/s72-c/lanyardbrasil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-1499288615167777606</id><published>2007-02-27T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T20:51:17.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All For The Sake Of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Abused.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have been telling me that and &lt;u&gt;I know&lt;/u&gt; that I am. I really do care about it, but I hide it. I allow myself to get hurt, I allow myself to breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;All for the sake of love.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I try to leave it all behind, it just keeps on coming along. The moment I become ready to throw it all away, there comes a reason for things to stay. After wasting buckets of tears, I decide to hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;All for the sake of love.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could learn to &lt;i&gt;lie to myself.&lt;/i&gt; To tell myself that I'm better off with someone else. To tell myself to hang loose (or maybe even let go). To tell myself to stop. To tell myself such nasty things about him (just to hurt myself and finally decide to leave). To tell myself to tear my heart open and release everything about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so it will all end up that way. Him out of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, &lt;b&gt;wouldn't that be great?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;No more tears. No more lonely nights. No more sweet dreams and tearful mornings.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF ONLY IT WAS EASY TO DICTATE TO A HEART.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-1499288615167777606?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/1499288615167777606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=1499288615167777606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/1499288615167777606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/1499288615167777606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-for-sake-of-love.html' title='All For The Sake Of Love'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-2406203364505377604</id><published>2007-02-21T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T21:30:16.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Because I Am Bored</title><content type='html'>I searched down for icons and quotes. ;) I hope you guys enjoy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the first few icons. :)) they're funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="scroll" style="overflow: auto; width: 400px; height: 200px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j202/erikatan/z15491805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j202/erikatan/z38553851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j202/erikatan/z10877024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j202/erikatan/z11277912.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j202/erikatan/z10210437.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j202/erikatan/z9709065.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j202/erikatan/z4778134.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know we are &lt;i&gt;"in the past"&lt;/i&gt; and that &lt;u&gt;"it wont ever be the same"&lt;/u&gt; but if i could have my way, &lt;b&gt;i'd repeat history&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j202/erikatan/z29424294.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have &lt;u&gt;no idea&lt;/u&gt; how &lt;i&gt;hard&lt;/i&gt; it is for me to be &lt;b&gt;just friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j202/erikatan/z28074472.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding onto something that &lt;i&gt;used to be there&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;hoping it will comeback&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;but knowing it won't&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j202/erikatan/z33596760.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many times you hurt me, I'll &lt;b&gt;always&lt;/b&gt; forgive you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j202/erikatan/z38940712.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's those occasional nights when you break down &amp; cry because you know things will never be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j202/erikatan/z69108601.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're the reason I wake up wanting to die &amp;&amp; the reason I fall asleep with tears in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j202/erikatan/z46670041.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm afraid, I'm afraid that I might never talk to you again. And I won't feel the same about anyone the way I feel when I'm with you. I'm a f r a i d that you'll find someone else and feel different for some other girl. And I'll just be an old school memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j202/erikatan/z16903295.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its so &lt;b&gt;hard&lt;/b&gt;..when no one understands why your &lt;s&gt;crying&lt;/s&gt; in class and your best friend asks you to a movie but you &lt;u&gt;pass&lt;/u&gt; you want to kill yourself but you know &lt;i&gt;he's still out there&lt;/i&gt; &amp; that some how keeps you going.. waking up in the morning and putting on your make-up smiling with &lt;b&gt;tears&lt;/b&gt;.. living in rain and yet knowing what you gain might be &lt;b&gt;nothing but pain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j202/erikatan/z5250848.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe they`re right ;; maybe i did get my hopes too high maybe i was way over my heart maybe i am the stupid one for thinking that he had feelings for me but maybe.. just maybe ;; &lt;i&gt;i`m just tired of being alone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j202/erikatan/6d109621.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she is;;Sitting in her room,listening to love songs,thinking about him,wishing he was there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j202/erikatan/z28074472.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j202/erikatan/z37179983.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j202/erikatan/z71498065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j202/erikatan/z7922088.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j202/erikatan/z30635533.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j202/erikatan/z14488416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j202/erikatan/z6661957.gif"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-2406203364505377604?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/2406203364505377604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=2406203364505377604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/2406203364505377604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/2406203364505377604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-because-i-am-bored.html' title='Just Because I Am Bored'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-297162544851946545</id><published>2007-02-20T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T19:58:36.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghosts</title><content type='html'>This day was full of ghost stories :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started during Spanish period because of Sir Maturan. We spent the whole 50 minutes just sharing ghost stories. It was fun. ;) but I really don't know why, yes, I freak out (on some) but I don't really get scared. It's weird. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TLE time ROCKS man! :| :)) I got cut in the finger! Yeah I know it hurts but I'm extremely fine now. :D &lt;i&gt;and I thought I was numb from all sorts of pain, I guess I was wrong. :))&lt;/i&gt; it bled like a fountain, mind you. I enjoyed watching my blood spill like some whatever but I was in pain. =)) I had to go to the clinic. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Nata de Coco. =)) I curse Fruit Cocktail cans now. I really do. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dismissal was fun. I spent it with different people. I had scramble and &lt;i&gt;kwek-kwek&lt;/i&gt; with Ara and Fer, Sheena and Brigitte. :D after eating, we went to the gym and we watched the basketball training. &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 okay stop. :| when all of my friends left I went to the main gate and spent some time with Tin, Bebe and Edlynne. They kept on making up names like &lt;s&gt;Rayrix, Hairix, Erimond, Erizel, Edrix, and the like.&lt;/s&gt; OKAAAAY. I was with Edlynne after, we just went inside the school, kulitan. :] I have a new love.. the cat! ;)) anyway whatever. What is a date without food? And uh, no conversations? =)) LOL. Franz made &lt;i&gt;pisil&lt;/i&gt; my cut and Edlynne .. &lt;i&gt;pinitik niya.&lt;/i&gt; :( it bled so much more =))))) sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, it still is bleeding up to this minute. &lt;i&gt;TIBAY.&lt;/i&gt; I'm short on blood now. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Edlynne left, I stayed with Haizel. Talk here, talk there. Coach arrives, I talk to coach. Then this becomes a &lt;b&gt;habit.&lt;/b&gt; :)) I AGAIN RODE WITH THEM TILL THE END OF MENDIOLA. &lt;i&gt;Ona, araw-araw na&lt;/i&gt; and I don't know why:)) well, coach makes me ride with them, that's one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want more ghost stories. :] feed me with them and I wish to get scared. SERIOUSLY. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pointer finger on my right hand hurts. :| it's the one that has the cut. The bone hurts when I stretch the finger. :| fudge. And someone's mad at me for not being cautious. :((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-297162544851946545?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/297162544851946545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=297162544851946545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/297162544851946545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/297162544851946545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/02/ghosts.html' title='Ghosts'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-3673808990353635938</id><published>2007-02-19T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T21:59:13.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can still keep up.</title><content type='html'>After more or less two weeks, I again had training after classes. I missed volleyball :] though I was in a pretty bad mood during training (because of some reason I don't know), Coach said I had a nice play. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After training I was really pissed off (because of a different reason from earlier) but oh well, I just have to deal with it, AGAIN. I'm pretty much used to my situation right now so it's not that big a deal to me anymore. &lt;b&gt;I've learned how to keep myself grounded and happy&lt;/b&gt; even through something that's bothering me now. I'm all in pain again, but I guess I'm becoming &lt;s&gt;numb&lt;/s&gt;. I really can't let go. After all the things that has happened to me before (all the smiles and frowns), &lt;u&gt;I've gone too far to let things slip away.&lt;/u&gt; I won't quit fighting for my feelings, not just yet. I can still handle. I can still keep up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had dinner with Coach and Haizel after training. I got to chat with them for quite a long time again. &lt;i&gt;Naiinggit talaga ako. :(&lt;/i&gt; I wish my life would get better. To be more precise: my love life. &lt;i&gt;Oh, and Haizel, my birthday's after the 23rd, kaay? You won't forget. :))))&lt;/i&gt; I rode with them 'til the end of the street again. It's so much fun. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Malaki ang topak ko ngayon.&lt;/i&gt; Why? Depressed. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I want to cry so bad, but I've ran out of tears to spill.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted this a few days back, but I'm posting it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Things a girl wants a guy to know:&lt;br /&gt;1. We love it when you cuddle with us&lt;br /&gt;2. A kiss on the cheek is a definite yes&lt;br /&gt;3. We want your arm around us at the movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. We don't care if you're the strongest guy in the world&lt;br /&gt;5. Size doesn't matter, so don't tell us&lt;br /&gt;6. We &lt;u&gt;don't&lt;/u&gt; always look our best, so get over it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. We shouldn't have to plan everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;8. We're always ready to talk so call us&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. We're not perfect..so deal with it&lt;br /&gt;10. We love surprises&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;u&gt;The little things you do mean the most&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. We're not always girly girls&lt;br /&gt;13. We can like boy stuff too&lt;br /&gt;14. Cursing and fighting don't impress us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;15. Don't be mean to us to get our attention&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. Don't tell us who's hott because we don't care&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Hugs mean more sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;18. When we say we're cold, that's our invitation to come closer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;19. We can tell when you're not listening..so listen up&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. We need your advice sometimes, so don't be afraid to give it to us&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY? :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RdmtIudaqyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/g6bttzCHBuA/s1600-h/36bd7036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RdmtIudaqyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/g6bttzCHBuA/s400/36bd7036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033244423985212194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-3673808990353635938?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/3673808990353635938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=3673808990353635938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/3673808990353635938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/3673808990353635938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-can-still-keep-up.html' title='I can still keep up.'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RdmtIudaqyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/g6bttzCHBuA/s72-c/36bd7036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-2391508122511356190</id><published>2007-02-18T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T20:50:07.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One month</title><content type='html'>It's been a month now since something happened. It's been only a month when it feels like it's been too long. One month of ups and downs, of misunderstandings, of tears, of bliss, of what-not, and the like. One month, for chrissake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy birthday Haizel. And Karenina. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-2391508122511356190?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/2391508122511356190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=2391508122511356190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/2391508122511356190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/2391508122511356190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/02/one-month.html' title='One month'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-6898039526228103709</id><published>2007-02-17T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T11:03:43.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;you know you really love someone&lt;br /&gt;when you can`t even hate them for `-----&lt;br /&gt;b r e a k i n g __ your heart. &lt;3 xoxo&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="scroll" style="overflow: auto; width: 400px; height: 200px; text-align: left;"&gt;I don't want to fall for him AgAiN... I don't think I can take the PaIn. &lt;b&gt;I don't want to have these feelings if he doesn't feel the SaMe.&lt;/b&gt; I don't want my heart to jump when I haven't seen him in a while. I don't want to see him GrIn if I'm not the one making him smile. &lt;i&gt;I don't want to reach out everytime I see his HaNd.&lt;/i&gt; I don't want to try to explain if he will never UnDeRsTaNd. &lt;s&gt;I don't want tears in my eyes everytime I see his FaCe.&lt;/s&gt; If he's the only one who can fill the SpAcE. I don't want to have to SmIlE at him when I really just want to CrY. I don't want him to wave HeLlO if he really means GoOdByE. I don't want to get hurt once again as a result of his GaMe, but all he has to do to win me over is simply call my NaMe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone keeps telling me to just get over him &amp;&amp; move on, but they obviously don't understand just &lt;b&gt;how hard i've already tried&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rembering you is easy&lt;br /&gt;i do it everyday&lt;br /&gt;missing you is the heartache &lt;br /&gt;that will n.e.v.e.r go away&lt;br /&gt;and even though i  know  it' s not true,&lt;br /&gt;i can' t help but hope that everytime you &lt;br /&gt;smile or joke or show off --&lt;br /&gt;that you' re doing it for me&lt;br /&gt;it' s hard to stop waiting around &lt;br /&gt;for something you know won' t happen&lt;br /&gt;but it' s even harder  to stop &lt;br /&gt;when you know it' s everything&lt;br /&gt;you' ve always wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words never [ hurt ] me&lt;br /&gt;     change never [ kills ] me&lt;br /&gt;     lover never [ breaks ] me&lt;br /&gt;     fear never [ shakes ] me&lt;br /&gt;     my hopes never [ fade away ]&lt;br /&gt;     i never need to [ break away ]&lt;br /&gt;     my tears are never [ here to stay ]&lt;br /&gt;     i`m always [ happy ]&lt;br /&gt;     i never [ lie ]&lt;br /&gt;     yeah.. [ once upon a time ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some effed up reason you're still in my heart _ x/3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i’m still here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;i’m lost when you’re not around&lt;br /&gt;i need to hold on to you&lt;br /&gt;i just can’t let you go___x3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relate-able quotes suck. :| :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-6898039526228103709?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/6898039526228103709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=6898039526228103709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/6898039526228103709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/6898039526228103709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/02/quotes.html' title='Quotes.'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-7364521071921759758</id><published>2007-02-17T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T09:08:24.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Field trip + Concert</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a really long and tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our field trip. I actually don't know the exact places we went to, &lt;i&gt;basta &lt;/i&gt;they're all in Laguna. We thought it would be near, but we were wrong:)) we went to Paete, the wood carving place thingy. It's so cool there. :D then to UPLB I think. We had lunch there then we went to some museum and me and my friends went &lt;i&gt;"butterflying"&lt;/i&gt; :)) we went up this mountain if I'm not mistaken just to see some uh, Idk. &lt;i&gt;Basta&lt;/i&gt;, we went up some place, it was really tiring. But I loved it :) because of some certain reason... =)) we also went to this milk factory and Jan kept on taking blackmail shots:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bus, on the way to Laguna we watched 10 Things I Hate About You. We got to finish the whole movie even before we reached Laguna. :| while going around Laguna (it took us an hour and a half to go to UPLB I think), we watched The Nun. That corny movie :| I just slept through it. :)) then going home we had Stepford Wives on. :) while watching The Nun, we had Eurotrip on the portable dvd player:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just slept in the bus most of the time:)) well not really, I was thinking about someone a lot :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at school at around 8 pm already. We all headed straight to the concert. I was with Sheena, we watched basketball first. We went to the concert along with Raymond, JP and Angelo. The concert disappointed me. :| well, not because of the bands or so, but, it ruined my day. Maybe because of some certain college girls.... or something he said. I don't know, but I was in a bad mood the whole concert time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maybe I just shouldn't hope too much. Not again.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be able to go to the LSGH Fair today. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-7364521071921759758?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/7364521071921759758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=7364521071921759758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/7364521071921759758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/7364521071921759758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/02/field-trip-concert.html' title='Field trip + Concert'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-7204072807123765725</id><published>2007-02-15T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T20:46:36.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHSM Fair Day Two</title><content type='html'>I LOVE THIS DAY. :) it was a really long one, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't go into detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first hung out with Mel, Xanthia and Darryl. We watched the cheering competition. The champions rocked. I loved their cheer. :D I spent the rest of the day with Angelie and Fer, then later on with Sheena. 500 pesos -- all gone. :)) food is so tempting. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were only a few events this day. We did almost nothing. We just kept on walking around, hanging out, singing out loud, lying down on the Air bed, telling stories to each other, taking pictures, and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a small puppy stuffed toy from Fer. We bought gifts for each other :] I got Angelie "Mickey Rat" :)) she named it. She's weird. 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into a petty fight in the afternoon, but things are totally cleared up now. I spent the latter part of the afternoon with Keisha. And Berms. We watched the mock basketball game. They played two games. It was already night time before they finished their game. I waited for Raymond since he was the one I was going to the concert with:) it was all worth it, the wait I mean. :)) *mmmhmmmm. ;D* we went inside the auditorium after the game. We only watched a few parts of the dance concert since he had to leave and I wanted to go with him. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;I love the mushroom seats. And the auditorium:)))))))&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I wouldn't go into detail because I'm obliged to sleep early tonight. To sum it all up, this day was a happy day for me. :) I love my day. To be more precise, &lt;b&gt;I LOVE THIS NIGHT. :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Apologies accepted. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-7204072807123765725?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/7204072807123765725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=7204072807123765725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/7204072807123765725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/7204072807123765725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/02/chsm-fair-day-two.html' title='CHSM Fair Day Two'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-6154994336364713494</id><published>2007-02-15T05:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T05:47:10.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHSM Fair Day One</title><content type='html'>CHSM Fair Day One: VALENTINES DAY :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, belated happy valentines to everyone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our school fair started yesterday and as expected, it wasn't that fun. The opening was pretty weird. The 3rd year students danced. The Dance League danced. Plus there was the tribe who performs at school every event. It's fun to watch the tribe:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that, we just ate. And ate. And ate. WHAT ELSE WAS THERE TO DO???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got balloons from my friends. :) thanks, my valentines! :D Sheena was so sweet. ;P they cut classes =)) I was with Alpha most of the time. I love them all. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fer joined the Campus Diva thing. SHE ROCKS HARD! I love Fer. ;) I love her number. It was the best. Especially the smoke and lightning effects. =)) haha. &lt;i&gt;Basta&lt;/i&gt;, it was really great. I took a video of it. :D it's in my Multiply. She won 2nd runner up but it was okay. Everybody loved her. Haha. &lt;i&gt;Fer, break na kayo ni Ara. Tayo nalang. :))&lt;/i&gt; okay, kidding. FYI: Fer's not lesbo and she's not with Ara. =)) I LOVE YOU FER! YOU ROCK:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pyramus and Thisbe play was after. We had a few mishaps but it was okay. We were still able to do it. ;) Everybody loves Emman. =)) he rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures: &lt;a href="http://erikatan.multiply.com"&gt;my Multiply.&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day two later. Let's see what'll happen. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-6154994336364713494?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/6154994336364713494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=6154994336364713494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/6154994336364713494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/6154994336364713494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/02/chsm-fair-day-one.html' title='CHSM Fair Day One'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-1921932029815686356</id><published>2007-02-11T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T10:09:10.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOA</title><content type='html'>We had our show at MOA earlier. It turned out okay, I guess. We made a lot of mistakes. Well, I did. I just don't know for the others. I was pretty late for the warm-up so I didn't join them. We had rehearsals right after and there were a lot of people watching us. :)) we had more audience during the rehearsals than the actual show. :P we ate snacks after. It took us a long time to look for the atm machine:)) after all those walking and stuff, we (Julia, Rozel, Karenina and I) ended up buying food at Mcdo=)) and people recognized us (that we were the ones dancing ballet a few moments ago), how funny. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the venue after and we readied (?) ourselves. It was pretty hot and windy at the same time. :| 'twas hard to prepare ourselves. :)) the show started at 6 pm. It ended at 7. I made a lot of mistakes during the dance but thank God it wasn't that noticeable. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate dinner at Bacolod Chicken Inasal (if I'm not mistaken). Most of the ballerinas ate there since teacher gave us free GCs. :)) then I had Starbucks after. I really can't keep up with my promise of not having Starbucks until November. =)) I can't resist. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Edlynne, thanks for coming, even if I didn't see you. :| :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to &lt;b&gt;my twin Mica and and and..... someone&lt;/b&gt;. :)) Twin, &lt;u&gt;FINALLY!&lt;/u&gt; After a long long time. =)) I'm happy for you. And him. :P :P :P &lt;i&gt;kinilig naman ako sa story. :P&lt;/i&gt; I'm damn jealous. &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-1921932029815686356?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/1921932029815686356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=1921932029815686356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/1921932029815686356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/1921932029815686356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/02/moa.html' title='MOA'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-320685631930750171</id><published>2007-02-10T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T23:23:10.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Day</title><content type='html'>We had our &lt;b&gt;Family Day&lt;/b&gt; earlier:) it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived a bit late for the mass, but we didn't join it. I was just with my friends at the mushroom seats. Everybody started arriving then. We had our Field Demo after the mass. It was really hot in the quadrangle. :| took a lot of pictures. My favorite's the fight scene picture of me and Nicole. It's cool:)) I love it. :) my mom took most of the pictures. :) our class muse was Batchi, while the escort was Irene's bro. Batchi got so &lt;i&gt;kilig&lt;/i&gt;. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally went back to the gym after. We've had enough sun:)) we changed into our family day shirts and whatever then Nicole and I realized that we didn't have socks. :| so we had to borrow. We borrowed Kenneth's soccer socks. Wow. :| just for the sake of having socks. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a singing competition and band numbers. No offense, but &lt;b&gt;Rockstitution&lt;/b&gt; (freshmen) rocked harder than &lt;b&gt;Luminescence&lt;/b&gt; (sophomores). :)) the cheering competition started right after. We made a couple of mistakes on our dance, but good thing it wasn't that noticeable. Piety's rocked. GO JONEL! ;)) oh, and we won &lt;u&gt;2nd place!&lt;/u&gt; Yay. :) not bad. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I introduced Raymond to my mom. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; it was a funny event. Raymond was shy. :P and my mom was so.... I can't explain. :)) but she was extremely cool. =)) she even gave him a muffin she baked. :| :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with Sheena most of the time. Just as expected, after lunch, everyone loitered around. It was pretty boring in the gym, so we walked around. There were lots of people. Lots of kids. :] most of whom were cute. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of my friends left early and I do not know why. I didn't even notice some leave. :)) I was left with Sheena, and when she was gone, I was with sina Raymond. Mikko's sister was so cute. :] and they said we look alike. So does that mean I'm cute, too? Kidding. =))) &lt;s&gt;Raymond took over my camera!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the event, only 13 students of Understanding stood strong. =)) a lot left us hanging there. =)) and it's GREAT, &lt;u&gt;we won 7th place over-all.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;OUT OF 7.&lt;/b&gt; =)) oh well, we don't really mind. We got 2nd place in the cheering thingy anyway. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to ballet right after. :( I was really tired. :| oh, we have a show tomorrow! Go and watch :] at MOA. 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day was &lt;u&gt;LONG&lt;/u&gt;. Time was so slow in the morning. Really slow. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/Rc3WWedaqsI/AAAAAAAAADY/hkQl5-BVXhk/s1600-h/10-02-07_0920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/Rc3WWedaqsI/AAAAAAAAADY/hkQl5-BVXhk/s320/10-02-07_0920.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029912040464624322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/Rc3WWudaqtI/AAAAAAAAADg/_u5iMo8ns7s/s1600-h/10-02-07_0933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/Rc3WWudaqtI/AAAAAAAAADg/_u5iMo8ns7s/s320/10-02-07_0933.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029912044759591634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/Rc3WWudaquI/AAAAAAAAADo/jP30dj-Da5c/s1600-h/10-02-07_0954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/Rc3WWudaquI/AAAAAAAAADo/jP30dj-Da5c/s320/10-02-07_0954.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029912044759591650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/Rc3WWudaqvI/AAAAAAAAADw/1E7nzYcTkJc/s1600-h/10-02-07_1159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/Rc3WWudaqvI/AAAAAAAAADw/1E7nzYcTkJc/s320/10-02-07_1159.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029912044759591666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/Rc3WW-daqwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/HUxfSL_YdJo/s1600-h/10-02-07_1201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/Rc3WW-daqwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/HUxfSL_YdJo/s320/10-02-07_1201.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029912049054558978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more pictures, click &lt;a href="http://erikatan.multiply.com/photos/album/97"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-320685631930750171?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/320685631930750171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=320685631930750171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/320685631930750171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/320685631930750171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/02/family-day.html' title='Family Day'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/Rc3WWedaqsI/AAAAAAAAADY/hkQl5-BVXhk/s72-c/10-02-07_0920.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-1281203738427712675</id><published>2007-02-08T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T19:53:49.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Practice all-day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;We had no classes today!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, we were at school, yes, but we didn't have any lessons or so. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We practiced for the field demo the whole morning. Mind you, it was pretty boring:)) but it was fun in between stuff. I slept the first part:)) then I listened to the music on Genie's iPod with Angelie after. Our current favorite: &lt;i&gt;Under The Bridge by The Red Hot Chili Peppers.&lt;/i&gt; I know it's old but we love it:)) we looked like weirdos earlier, must I say. But it was really fun :&gt; we were in the gym the whole morning. Just imagine the heat. :| thank God for hand-held fans as our props for our dance. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we still practiced for the field demo, the finale to be precise. I am really starting to dislike one person. &lt;i&gt;Masyado kasing pakialamera.&lt;/i&gt; :| oh well. We practiced our cheer dance and yells afterwards. &lt;b&gt;I LOVE III-UNDERSTANDING!&lt;/b&gt; We rock, don't we? ;) I lovelovelove our cheer dance. ;D we can do this. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheer dance practice rocked. Though we had problems in the start, we fixed it in the end. I really love our dance:)) but I'm not expecting victory. We wouldn't want to feel the same disappointment we felt during the 1st run of Pyramus and Thisbe, right Understanding? ;) I love the lifts and stunts. Videos would be uploaded soon. ;P the &lt;b&gt;"Me &amp; You session"&lt;/b&gt; with Shobe, Elisha, Dowee, Emily, Shanine, etc., in the soc hall earlier was FUN. Super fun. If we only took videos of it:)) Now we know the people to invite to a dance party. WE ROCK:)) j'adore theee "Me&amp;You session" and "lifting moments" :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pyramus and Thisbe practice was held during dismissal time. Ms. Sadiwa was super strict, it was scary. :)) but it was all professional. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ALL WE DID TODAY WAS PRACTICE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. and it says in our schedule that we were supposed to have 7 academic periods. :))&lt;br /&gt;... but yay for us. Practice all day, baby! ;D&lt;br /&gt;.... tomorrow again? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm Not that Girl - Wicked&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands touch, eyes meet&lt;br /&gt;Sudden silence, sudden heat&lt;br /&gt;Hearts leap in a giddy whirl&lt;br /&gt;He could be that boy&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not that girl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't dream too far&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose sight of who you are&lt;br /&gt;Don't remember that rush of joy&lt;br /&gt;He could be that boy&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ev'ry so often we long to steal&lt;br /&gt;To the land of what-might-have-been&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't soften the ache we feel&lt;br /&gt;When reality sets back in&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blithe smile, lithe limb&lt;br /&gt;She who's winsome, she wins him&lt;br /&gt;Gold hair with a gentle curl&lt;br /&gt;That's the girl he chose&lt;br /&gt;And Heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that girl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't wish, don't start&lt;br /&gt;Wishing only wounds the heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl&lt;br /&gt;There's a girl I know&lt;br /&gt;He loves her so&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that girl:&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RcsTIOdaqqI/AAAAAAAAADA/iXpLRnNfmlw/s1600-h/ewew.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RcsTIOdaqqI/AAAAAAAAADA/iXpLRnNfmlw/s320/ewew.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029134440930650786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-1281203738427712675?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/1281203738427712675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=1281203738427712675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/1281203738427712675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/1281203738427712675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/02/practice-all-day.html' title='Practice all-day!'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RcsTIOdaqqI/AAAAAAAAADA/iXpLRnNfmlw/s72-c/ewew.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-1312262706398184647</id><published>2007-02-07T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T20:28:12.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7th ;)</title><content type='html'>First of all, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;happy 15th birthday Sheena &amp;&amp;amp; Brigette Bonus!&lt;/span&gt; ;) Love you both. :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the 7th of February. Mmhmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember much of what happened today. I just remember that we did a lot of practices.. for the field demo and cheer dance. :) plus a long test in Chemistry which I wasn't prepared for. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I just watched the &lt;b&gt;30-minute long videos&lt;/b&gt; taken by Genie using her phone. I loved them. HILARIOUS. I loved last Saturday. ;)) I finally have a copy of the scandalous videos we took that day. =)) but I won't upload them. I'm not allowed to. Not yet. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I love Ara. :) I have lots of blackmail pictures now. =)) bwahahaha. Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been eating too much lately. I wasn't able to keep my promise:( it's sad. There are times that I have a big appetite, meanwhile there are times that I hardly have one. :)) and and and... WHY IS &lt;u&gt;SCRAMBLE&lt;/u&gt; SOOOOOOOOO DELICIOUS??? :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;So confused, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my heart's bruised.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Was I ever loved by you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RcnFGt5hVrI/AAAAAAAAAC0/hY0ftkik0pE/s1600-h/adfvca.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RcnFGt5hVrI/AAAAAAAAAC0/hY0ftkik0pE/s320/adfvca.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028767178126612146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-1312262706398184647?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/1312262706398184647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=1312262706398184647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/1312262706398184647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/1312262706398184647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/02/7th.html' title='7th ;)'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RcnFGt5hVrI/AAAAAAAAAC0/hY0ftkik0pE/s72-c/adfvca.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-2533479147738505879</id><published>2007-02-03T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T22:13:20.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pyramus and Thisbe Practice</title><content type='html'>I am excited for the 2nd run of Pyramus&amp;Thisbe. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first rehearsal earlier and it was really fun! I arrived at school at around 8-ish or something. I first had breakfast with Isay and Bebe at Mcdo. Rehearsal was supposed to start at 8:30, but we started at 9 something. ;) as usual, we started with the breathing exercises. We didn't do much at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can beat the &lt;b&gt;fun experience&lt;/b&gt; during lunch break:)) I love Emman to bits and pieces :)) we ate lunch at Mcdo (where else?  :|), then we went back to school. The "events" in the assembly hall were just hilarious. I loved it when Emman carried me then we spun around in circles. It was fun. Yet I got really really dizzy. There were a lot more than that. We were removing each other's bra locks:)) and we were harassing Emman. =)) we, too, played a game of Truth or Dare -- which was btw &lt;s&gt;scandalous.&lt;/s&gt; :| Genie took so much videos. I'll upload some when I get them. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We practiced the play again after. Breathing exercises again. The &lt;i&gt;"boom tarat"&lt;/i&gt; exercise was funny. They all laughed at me when I did it. :)) and I laughed along. =)) okay whatev. My knees hurt. Totally. I have 2 big bruises again. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung out with Irene after, while waiting for her &lt;i&gt;sundo.&lt;/i&gt; We talked about a lot of stuff. It's weird that we talked about .... :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I was tired from practice, I still went to ballet :| Thea was in Shang! We missed her:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures @ my &lt;a href="http://erikatan.multiply.com/photos"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt;. ;) I have a few. I'll steal from Genevieve once she uploads. :) we're &lt;u&gt;not allowed&lt;/u&gt; to post the rehearsal videos YET. We will after the play itself. Too much surprises. ;) but we'll be posting the &lt;b&gt;lunch break videos&lt;/b&gt;. Those are the best. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;For a more detailed story about what happened today, go to &lt;a href="http://secretsonmywall.blogspot.com"&gt;Irene's&lt;/a&gt; blog ;)&lt;/b&gt; I'm too &lt;i&gt;tamad&lt;/i&gt; to go into too much detail. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-2533479147738505879?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/2533479147738505879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=2533479147738505879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/2533479147738505879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/2533479147738505879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/02/pyramus-and-thisbe-practice.html' title='Pyramus and Thisbe Practice'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-6780831822866748285</id><published>2007-02-02T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T19:53:20.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Certain stuff ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Things a girl wants a guy to know:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We love it when you cuddle with us&lt;br /&gt;2. A kiss on the cheek is a definite yes&lt;br /&gt;3. We want your arm around us at the movies&lt;br /&gt;4. We don't care if you're the strongest guy in the world&lt;br /&gt;5. Size doesn't matter, so don't tell us&lt;br /&gt;6. We don't always look our best, so get over it&lt;br /&gt;7. We shouldn't have to plan everything&lt;br /&gt;8. We're always ready to talk so call us&lt;br /&gt;9. We're not perfect..so deal with it&lt;br /&gt;10. We love surprises&lt;br /&gt;11. The little things you do mean the most&lt;br /&gt;12. We're not always girly girls&lt;br /&gt;13. We can like boy stuff too&lt;br /&gt;14. Cursing and fighting don't impress us&lt;br /&gt;15. Don't be mean to us to get our attention&lt;br /&gt;16. Don't tell us who's hott because we don't care&lt;br /&gt;17. Hugs mean more sometimes&lt;br /&gt;18. When we say we're cold, that's our invitation to come closer&lt;br /&gt;19. We can tell when you're not listening..so listen up&lt;br /&gt;20. We need your advice sometimes, so don't be afraid to give it to us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things a guy should do to make a girl happy:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. tell her how much she means to you.&lt;br /&gt;2. tell her she's beautiful or she's your angel.&lt;br /&gt;3. sing to her even though your voice sucks.&lt;br /&gt;4. kiss her in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;5. dance with her under the stars.&lt;br /&gt;6. hold her hand at anytime no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;7. hold her tight&lt;br /&gt;8. show her that she's the one.&lt;br /&gt;9. introduce her to your friends as your girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;10. give her flowers.&lt;br /&gt;11. treat her the same way you treat your friends.&lt;br /&gt;12. kiss her hand.&lt;br /&gt;13. hug her&lt;br /&gt;14. call her once in a while just to tell her you miss her.&lt;br /&gt;15. give her a teddy bear&lt;br /&gt;16. dont tell her that you adore her, tell her you love her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-6780831822866748285?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/6780831822866748285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=6780831822866748285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/6780831822866748285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/6780831822866748285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/02/certain-stuff.html' title='Certain stuff ;)'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-8651447239285328376</id><published>2007-02-01T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T20:49:06.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Myself Confused:))</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Do I miss you? I guess I could say no, &lt;u&gt;I don't miss you.&lt;/u&gt; I miss the boy I fell in love with. &lt;b&gt;the one who called me not because he had to but because he wanted to.&lt;/b&gt; the boy who would hold my hand and open the car door every chance he got. who I could argue with for hours upon hours about nothing then laugh about it later. I miss the boy who wasn't afraid to be himself around me. the boy who would be sad if we didn't hang out everyday. but most of all i miss the boy I could trust. that's who I miss...&lt;i&gt;how could I miss you. you're not that boy anymore..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm mad at myself, not you.&lt;/b&gt; I'm mad for &lt;u&gt;always being nice.&lt;/u&gt; I'm mad for always apologizing for things I didn't do. I'm mad for getting &lt;s&gt;attached&lt;/s&gt;. I'm mad for depending on you and wasting my time on you. I'm mad for &lt;i&gt;thinking about you&lt;/i&gt;, and most of all for &lt;b&gt;not hating you when I should.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-8651447239285328376?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/8651447239285328376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=8651447239285328376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/8651447239285328376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/8651447239285328376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/02/got-myself-confused.html' title='Got Myself Confused:))'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-5835545800220855260</id><published>2007-01-28T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T01:56:27.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ate Bea's 18th</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ATE BEA! :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved Ate Bea's party:) it was funn. I'll give details later:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start my post with the start of my day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had classes. Only a few came to school:)) in our class, we had 14 absentees, and all of us who came to school have additional points. OYEAH:) Chemistry was the usual, full of quizzes and seatworks:| in Social Studies, we only talked about the field trip and whatever there was to talk about:)) in Trigonometry we had a game :P the rest of the day I didn't take up because of our game. :) we were excused from lunch time till the end. We watched the game of SPS and SJC. They're really good :| it sucks that we lost. We were in our home court &lt;i&gt;pa naman&lt;/i&gt; :| sad. Coach must be really upset. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to San Beda afterwards, for &lt;b&gt;Frolics&lt;/b&gt;. I first went in with Franz and Dianne. Then inside I met up with a bunch of friends, but I hung out with RR because he was looking for Spike:)) so I helped him. Then when we found Spike, he left me. WHAT A FRIEND:| :)) we are now foes. Kidding. Raymond and Mikko picked me up but I rode the Octopus with Quel. For almost 10 minutes we were at the topmost part of the ride it gave us headaches:)) plus, we were &lt;i&gt;nakatihaya&lt;/i&gt;, looking straight into the sky. Whatever:)) the ride was soooo cool. Quel got nauseous though. After the ride I went to look for Raymond and Mikko but they were missing so I went straight to Doms:)) found everyone there, then we hung out. Just kept on walking around. Oh, and &lt;u&gt;finally&lt;/u&gt;, check this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RbuCC9tvLhI/AAAAAAAAACQ/BqEZfNqRHP4/s1600-h/27-01-07_1707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RbuCC9tvLhI/AAAAAAAAACQ/BqEZfNqRHP4/s320/27-01-07_1707.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024752796699667986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it. We saw &lt;b&gt;Alex Angeles&lt;/b&gt;. After 2 months I see him again:)) and I finally got a picture with him (and it didn't get deleted :P). ANYWAY. I only stayed at Frolics for about an hour 'cause I had to leave for the debut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved my outfit for Ate Bea's debut:) the party was fun. I was with Alex and Sam most of the time. I took pictures:)) dinner was fine. I got full fast. =)) Ate Bea got surprised, she had this &lt;b&gt;18 wishes and 18 roses&lt;/b&gt; thing which she didn't know about :P I was part of the 18 wishes, and we (Me, Sam, Alex and Ate Marie) were all nervous we don't know why:)) I drank beer:)) It was funny that my mom was asking me to hide it from my lola because she'll get mad if she sees me drinking beer =)) but it was okay for my mom and dad. =)) another funny thing was that &lt;i&gt;dad was drinking &lt;u&gt;tea&lt;/u&gt;, mom was drinking &lt;u&gt;coffee&lt;/u&gt;, and I was drinking &lt;u&gt;beer&lt;/u&gt;:))&lt;/i&gt; we danced after, and met a few of Ate's friends. We were the last to leave. We took pictures again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to add some more details. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures at &lt;a href="http://erikatan.multiply.com"&gt;my Multiply&lt;/a&gt;! :) check them out. And don't forget to comment! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-5835545800220855260?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/5835545800220855260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=5835545800220855260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/5835545800220855260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/5835545800220855260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/01/ate-beas-18th.html' title='Ate Bea&apos;s 18th'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RbuCC9tvLhI/AAAAAAAAACQ/BqEZfNqRHP4/s72-c/27-01-07_1707.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-6800280608074907103</id><published>2007-01-24T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T23:23:24.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="scroll" style="overflow: auto; width: 400px; height: 200px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;you were a &lt;i&gt;mistake&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that lasted &lt;u&gt;too long.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and do you realize that friend of yours can't talk to any one about how she really feels,,&lt;br /&gt;did you know once a week she wants to &lt;b&gt;kill&lt;/b&gt; herself but doesn't have the courage to,,&lt;br /&gt;the only person who knows all the real shit about her is &lt;u&gt;herself&lt;/u&gt; and as she&lt;br /&gt;waits for someone to really get her and not judge her she &lt;i&gt;slits her wrist &amp; cries&lt;br /&gt;herself to sleep&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;each night&lt;/b&gt; ,, waking up to put that fake smile on her face&lt;br /&gt;and act like her life couldn't get better....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i did not hate you&lt;br /&gt;i hated myself for being stupid enough&lt;br /&gt;to believe all your lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna fall for him again.&lt;br /&gt;i don't think I can take the &lt;b&gt;pain.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna have these feelings if he doesn't feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want my heart to jump, when i haven't seen him in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i don't wanna see him grin, if i'm not the one making him smile.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna reach out, every time i see his hand.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna try to explain &lt;i&gt;if he'll never understand.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i don't want tears in my eyes every time i see his face.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i don't want my heart to be empty, if he's the only one that can fill the space.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'd have died in your arms the last time we were together,&lt;br /&gt;So I wouldn't have to wake without you today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything happens for a reason the hard&lt;br /&gt;part is trying to figure out what that reason is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;b&gt;greatest&lt;/b&gt; thing you'll ever learn&lt;br /&gt;is just to &lt;i&gt;love and be loved in return&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;--- Moulin Rouge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you love her, then tell her&lt;br /&gt;but if you dont,&lt;br /&gt;just please &lt;i&gt;dont waste your time,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking of something to say to &lt;b&gt;break&lt;/b&gt; her heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't stop thinking about him and the truth is;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;i&gt;don't want to&lt;/i&gt; stop thinking about him,&lt;br /&gt;because when i do; i am &lt;b&gt;actually happy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it`s like a routine.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;u&gt;fall for you on Monday.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;i&gt;like you from Tuesday to Thursday.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;you make me mad on Friday.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt; i'm over you over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;but the second i see you on Monday morning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;i fall for you again &amp;&amp; again&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of boredom in school, this happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What if I die today, would I see your face in my wake? Would I see you crying over my grave? Would you offer a white rose for me? Tell me, would you even realize and try to love me still? Or will you find another girl to tease just like you did me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never realized before that "soon enough" actually meant &lt;u&gt;my whole life&lt;/u&gt;. :(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will add more whenever. When I'm in the mood. ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-6800280608074907103?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/6800280608074907103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=6800280608074907103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/6800280608074907103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/6800280608074907103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/01/quotes.html' title='Quotes ;)'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-1234812758261020608</id><published>2007-01-22T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T15:34:58.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Skarlet" MTV</title><content type='html'>I had my very &lt;b&gt;first music video shoot&lt;/b&gt; yesterday :) IT WAS VERY FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was still sick yesterday, I had doubts if I was still going to the shoot or not... but I decided to push through with it. First stop... dad's rehearsal. We went to &lt;b&gt;Circus Studios&lt;/b&gt; and he rehearsed some songs with a band. I love the songs. :) and I love the rehearsal studio. =)) it was a cozy place. I love the guitars there. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second stop.. &lt;b&gt;UP Diliman.&lt;/b&gt; That was at around 4 pm. Call time was at 3, but we were there at 4 because of dad's rehearsal:)) I met a lot of new people. &lt;i&gt;Tita Myra (Skarlet)&lt;/i&gt; made me choose a dress to wear. I LOVE MY OUTFIT! It was a gray velvet cocktail/cake dress. Then I had this long beady choker on, and gold shoes. I had my hair fixed, too. LOVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video's theme was &lt;b&gt;Chicago-inspired&lt;/b&gt;. About the &lt;u&gt;1920's&lt;/u&gt;. There were a lot of &lt;i&gt;crime scenes and violence&lt;/i&gt; in the video. My role was ... I was a &lt;b&gt;party girl&lt;/b&gt; during the 20's (one of the &lt;u&gt;few&lt;/u&gt; who are invited to Swing parties in the 20's. I loved my role :P hahaha! let me quote Joaquin: "cream of the crop"). :)) a "Swing kid" to be exact. We just kept on partying and dancing there, like wild 20's kids. :)) my dad was there too. He was part of the band. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVED THE SET! It was sooooo cool. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were on stand-by really early. Joaquin Valdes was there. He was our assistant director. Hot. :P He told us that our shoot would start after dinner (we were there since 4. :|), but no, our sequences started at around 10. =)) and those were still our rehearsal shots. It was pretty tiring. We had how many takes because of the different camera angles. At around 1 am, I got sleepy, so I slept on the set for a while. =)) maybe 30 minutes, while waiting for our next sequence. When I woke up I was all giddy again then we had to shoot again. =)) I got new friends! The dancers and Justine. And all the other cast, too. :) everyone was friendly. :) I was the youngest, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shoot ended at 3 am with two takes of the "panic" scene which hurt my feet. =)) it was the scene where we had to run to some place from the dark (to a dark alley still) without looking at the camera:)) it was hard coz you really don't know where the camera is not until you're there. Plus the floor was uhhh, not &lt;i&gt;pantay.&lt;/i&gt; =)) really like an alley, plus there were blood marks and stuff (the video was violent. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to die in the video:)) but apparently I didn't. I just ran out panicking. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until I see the video. I wonder how it'll come out? I'm not even sure if I would be seen in the video most of the time but whatev. WATCH OUT FOR IT ON MYX! :) I suppose that's where it'll air first since there were Myx people there yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Skarlet" by Skarlet :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad and I got home at 4 am... that's why I'm out of school for today. :)) but that's not the only reason why I'm absent. &lt;u&gt;I'M STILL SICK:|&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures &amp;&amp; video (not the MTV itself): &lt;a href="http://erikatan.multiply.com"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-1234812758261020608?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/1234812758261020608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=1234812758261020608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/1234812758261020608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/1234812758261020608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/01/skarlet-mtv.html' title='&quot;Skarlet&quot; MTV'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-1707084673267963165</id><published>2007-01-15T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T12:34:07.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiling is Easier</title><content type='html'>Just because your eyes don't mist &lt;i&gt;doesn't mean your heart doesn't cry.&lt;/i&gt; And just because you come out strong &lt;u&gt;doesn't mean there's nothing wrong.&lt;/u&gt; Often you choose to &lt;b&gt;pretend you're happy&lt;/b&gt; so you don't have to explain yourself to people who'll never understand. Sometimes, &lt;b&gt;smiling is easier than explaining why you're sad.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-1707084673267963165?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/1707084673267963165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=1707084673267963165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/1707084673267963165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/1707084673267963165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/01/smiling-is-easier.html' title='Smiling is Easier'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-1346192472608765104</id><published>2007-01-14T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T10:38:53.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Single's Journal</title><content type='html'>"I don't have any sleeping problem. I have no worries, no fears, no nothing. Just myself. But when I met this couple this morning, laughing together, &lt;i&gt;holding their hands tightly and looking through each other's eyes&lt;/i&gt;.. &lt;u&gt;It's harder for me to sleep now.&lt;/u&gt; Maybe they're right. &lt;b&gt;I thought I'm better off alone.&lt;/b&gt; Maybe it would be nicer to &lt;i&gt;spend your time with someone that you love.&lt;/i&gt; Someone that means something to you. &lt;b&gt;Maybe I'll try it.&lt;/b&gt; Not for now, but soon. &lt;u&gt;Soon enough when I find someone to share my life with.&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Single's Journal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-1346192472608765104?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/1346192472608765104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=1346192472608765104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/1346192472608765104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/1346192472608765104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/01/singles-journal.html' title='Single&apos;s Journal'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-6649353297411006121</id><published>2007-01-14T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T13:07:12.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Within</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;"If you hold onto things too tightly and someone wants to take it away from you, it will get destroyed -- and it will hurt you."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got that from service earlier, in &lt;b&gt;Peter Tanchi&lt;/b&gt;'s sermon. I'm really proud of myself. I'm going to church every Sunday now. :) it's great, it feels great. I just have to learn to be punctual now. =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In church, the teachings are about God, your faith, love, etc. But it just does not apply to God Himself only. All their teachings apply, too, in every aspect of life. That is if you think deeper within (and wayyyy beyond) the words. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I have an addition to my resolutions. &lt;u&gt;I WILL READ THE BIBLE&lt;/u&gt; :) 20 minutes each day would be enough (accdg. to Pastor Peter), so I will do it:) I want to have a closer relationship with God. People say that the Bible can cheer anyone up, so when I'm depressed and I have no one to go to, I can just read the Bible and listen to God's inspiring words. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I want CCF to change me spiritually. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-6649353297411006121?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/6649353297411006121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=6649353297411006121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/6649353297411006121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/6649353297411006121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/01/deep-within.html' title='Deep Within'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-4927165409805133142</id><published>2007-01-09T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T16:37:44.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolutions (?!)</title><content type='html'>I know I said I wouldn't make some, but I don't know. I guess &lt;b&gt;I have to.&lt;/b&gt; It isn't too late naman, diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes nothing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;I will eat less.&lt;/b&gt; I swear. I feel so fat. I feel so big. I want to shrink my waistline &lt;u&gt;2-3 inches smaller.&lt;/u&gt; ;) I will try my best to eat minimal amounts (if you know me, you know how my appetite goes...). Apparently, I was able to do it before. For 3-4 months I was able to maintain my diet. I only ate salad. I went thin, and it felt so great! :) Eating only sky flakes was great, too. Kidding. But hey it worked. Eating sky flakes in between meals made my diet so much easier. From now on I'll do that again .. and I'll splurge less on meals that I used to love (I'm actually referring to Mcdonalds and other fast food that make me fat.) &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll let you know when I've accomplished this:))&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I will exercise a few minutes after eating. Just to burn down all the calories that I consumed. :)) leg raises and crunches will be my new best friends. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Okay, everything's about my uh, figure? Yeah. Whatever. Oh wait. It's not just that. There's a  few more....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I will keep my room fixed. And organized. Oh how I wish this will work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I will go to church every Sunday. :) I love CCF. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you notice that there isn't any resolution connected to &lt;b&gt;studies&lt;/b&gt;? :) because I'm &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; making one. I know it won't happen and it will just break my heart if I make one then not do it. =)) hahaha. So, no resolution in accordance to my studies. I think I'm doing perfectly fine anyway. Well I say that for myself. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. Back to studying now. &lt;3 (mind you, I only study if there are exams. Or long tests. But I don't study like the others.. &lt;i&gt;Yung todo&lt;/i&gt;. No. I only... uh, write and visualize my handwriting. IT WORKS MIND YOU! And I also answer practice exercises. That's it. Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. and why did I have to tell you my study habit? Weird. :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-4927165409805133142?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/4927165409805133142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=4927165409805133142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/4927165409805133142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/4927165409805133142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolutions (?!)'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-8096947889619528294</id><published>2007-01-07T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T22:44:17.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planner</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I finally have my Starbucks 2007 planner. ;p&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not yet done studying. :| I still have TLE and Spanish. Sucks. I'm too lazy to study:)) and as it is, I barely understood anything in MAPEH while I was reviewing. Sheesh. Good luck to me tomorrow. ;| oh. And we still have that long test in Chemistry. Oh my. Double (not just double actually) good luck to me for tomorrow. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least I satisfied my craving for tonight, and that was Starbucks. :P and I finally got my planner. Yay. But I agree, last year's planner was better. It had more content to read and there were freebies. This year, they added on some space to write on, which is pretty good, too. ;) well whatever. I'm just happy I have mine now. :P hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-8096947889619528294?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/8096947889619528294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=8096947889619528294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/8096947889619528294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/8096947889619528294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/01/planner.html' title='Planner'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-2865818288186632671</id><published>2007-01-07T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T16:57:30.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freakkin' Chatters :|</title><content type='html'>I went to the internet cafe earlier to have my project printed. It cost me a lot. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the internet there was hella slow, I "peeped" through the monitor of my seat mate:)) I can't help but &lt;b&gt;laugh silently.&lt;/b&gt; She had these chat mates from the US and uh, you know, it's gross. She was like &lt;i&gt;"ei hw r u?"&lt;/i&gt; then the guy responds. Later on they ask for each other's asl's. :| The guy asked my seat mate to describe herself. She was like &lt;i&gt;"I'm 5'6, long hair, &lt;b&gt;fare&lt;/b&gt; complexion"&lt;/i&gt; laugh with me now. :)) it grossed me out more that I saw the &lt;i&gt;"still a virgin?"&lt;/i&gt; question =)) FREAKY. People of their kind. Eeew. :| I was reading for almost 10 minutes=)) she didn't notice. :P my seat mate asked the guy if whatever he was saying was true:)) they didn't believe each other. HAHAHA. She even wrote their conversation on a notebook which grossed me out again. :| oh, and here's the climax. It made me laugh hard. My seat mate was like &lt;i&gt;"can I see you?"&lt;/i&gt; the guy asked &lt;i&gt;"you have webcam?"&lt;/i&gt; and she was like &lt;i&gt;"no! no webcam. i want to see you"&lt;/i&gt; blah blah. The guy said he was depressed:)) The guy asked if she has pictures, she was like &lt;i&gt;"yes, lots of pictures, but there's something bad in my face"&lt;/i&gt; :)) then when the guy insisted she was like &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"there's something happen to my face...."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, dear. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Something happen to your face.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; =)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE IT. It made me want to laugh really hard. But I laughed silently instead. Or else I'll be embarrassing myself, and her too. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever. I spotted 3 cute guys in the cafe. :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-2865818288186632671?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/2865818288186632671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=2865818288186632671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/2865818288186632671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/2865818288186632671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/01/freakkin-chatters.html' title='Freakkin&apos; Chatters :|'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-3817765815137617752</id><published>2007-01-06T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T20:17:51.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough With The "Bling"</title><content type='html'>Earlier, I saw this guy at Shang. He's not the type of guy that when he passes by, people would look at him. No, he's just an ordinary guy. I even wonder why he was at Shang. :P why? My reputation of Shang has been different (and maybe yours, too). I always thought that people who go to Shang are ... you know ... just not like them. Not to be rude or anything, but really, now, there are a lot of people like "them" in Shang. Not that I'm being &lt;i&gt;matapobre&lt;/i&gt; (sp?) since I'm not in like, &lt;i&gt;the A-List&lt;/i&gt; part of the society in the first place. :| I only noticed him because of his outfit. =)) I was like, &lt;i&gt;"If there was an ambush makeover here, I'd be friends with this guy then I'll contact ambush makeover and have him ambushed."&lt;/i&gt; :)) he was in a brown loose polo shirt, white shirt, long baggy denim shorts (still had his "bling" on it. :|), cap, white knee-high socks (it extended until above the end of his shorts which was v. disturbing) and white "nike" rubber shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Couldn't you guys agree more???&lt;/u&gt; =)) I just had to remember what he was wearing. =)) &lt;b&gt;it distracted my dinner a lot. :|&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still picture how he looked like now. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to blog about this. It's very very disturbing. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-3817765815137617752?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/3817765815137617752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=3817765815137617752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/3817765815137617752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/3817765815137617752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/01/enough-with-bling.html' title='Enough With The &quot;Bling&quot;'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-1578086037137000394</id><published>2007-01-05T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T18:20:38.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging Out</title><content type='html'>I got to hang out with &lt;b&gt;Quel and Fer&lt;/b&gt; again! And by hang out, I mean really hang out ;) haha. &lt;i&gt;Kulang sa amin si Darling!&lt;/i&gt; My Mcdo buds before ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was dismissal time, I was with Fer first. We kept on teasing each other, it came to the point that we both &lt;u&gt;almost&lt;/u&gt; fell down the stairs ;)) hilarious. I was so noisy. We were so noisy. I kept on shouting at the staircase. =)) just because of ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later on Fer and I walked and walked, following a particular someone. We went out (bec. this person went out too), then went back inside school:)) we went to where Quel was then later on decided to go to Mcdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was around 4 pm. We left Mcdo at 5 something:)) we had so much fun. There were lots of stories, mostly about the past. Memories of our &lt;i&gt;freshman years.&lt;/i&gt; We just realized how fun our first year was. ;) and there were stories, too, earlier that we didn't remember if it was during our first year or second year. We got everything mixed up. ;) oh, and news. &lt;i&gt;Naging crush din pala ni Fer si .....&lt;/i&gt; :)) I couldn't believe it. I just laughed at them earlier =)) Quel, she had the most stories. Great mind, she can remember a lot. I can't. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line is, I missed hanging out with them. It's been quite a long time (even if Fer is my kabarkada -- we rarely hang out like that). It was fun, really really fun. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the latter part of my day. Though my day didn't start fine, it's great since it ended pretty well. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love wise, my day wasn't that good. :| academically speaking, too. Long tests and quizzes. :| periodical exams on Monday. How great. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;No school on the 9th and the 15th! =)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just to let you know, letting you go was never easy. But I am willing to give this love a second chance, I pray that you do, too.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-1578086037137000394?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/1578086037137000394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=1578086037137000394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/1578086037137000394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/1578086037137000394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/01/hanging-out.html' title='Hanging Out'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-5764012147935031756</id><published>2007-01-02T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T00:44:13.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! ;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My New Year was fun as compared to my Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's eve was already noisy. Our neighbors had their &lt;i&gt;paputoks&lt;/i&gt; firing early:)) when the clock said it was midnight already, I looked up in the sky and saw a lot of fireworks, most of which were just above our house since the fireworks came from the next street. I took videos and pictures of the fireworks. They were dazzling, I want to see them again:)) then we had Media Noche. My dad and I got bored at home so at around 1 am, we decided to hit the streets and look for an open &lt;b&gt;Starbucks&lt;/b&gt;. Unfortunately, we found none. We first went to &lt;b&gt;Tomas Morato&lt;/b&gt;, sadly, it was closed. So was the one in &lt;b&gt;Timog, and ABS-CBN.&lt;/b&gt; We were in EDSA then my dad told me that there was a party at &lt;b&gt;Makati&lt;/b&gt;. So first, we went to &lt;b&gt;Rockwell&lt;/b&gt;. We went around looking for parking space and God blessed us none so we went to &lt;b&gt;Greenbelt 3&lt;/b&gt; instead. There we were able to park and we saw an open Starbucks! Yeah right. Its lights were open and there were people inside but the store was closed. How unfortunate we had been. So, my dad and I just walked (yes, walked) to Ayala Ave. It was so far :| my sides hurt &lt;i&gt;bad.&lt;/i&gt; Then we missed the party, too! When we got there everyone was packing up since it was like 3:15 am already. Chrissake. :| so we walked back to Greenbelt, then we bummed around a bit. We just sat there, nothing else. Funny:)) dad and I decided to leave by 3:30 then we hit 7-11 (or was it Mini Stop?). We saw more or less 15 7-11s opened, it was calling us to buy from them instead :)) We got home really quick, around 4. I didn't sleep yet. I read my book, The A-List. I got to sleep at &lt;b&gt;6 am.&lt;/b&gt; Great. Then I woke up at 10:30. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins came over for lunch. I had so much fun playing with them (read: 10 y/o and below. All four of them I was playing with). We played dodge ball, volleyball, monkey in the middle, and whatever ball games. We, too, played wrestling.. and we weren't inside the house. =)) it was funny, and super fun. I enjoyed playing with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom, dad and I watched a movie at Gateway afterwards. We watched &lt;b&gt;Kasal, Kasali, Kasalo&lt;/b&gt;, and as expected, it was nice :) it's so funny. And I got my Starbucks! &lt;u&gt;3 more stickers!&lt;/u&gt; Yey. &lt;b&gt;Maja Salvador&lt;/b&gt; was there, and we were, too, seated a few seats away from each other in the cinemas. Whatev. She's so simple. Haha anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures are now up in my &lt;a href="http://erikatan.multiply.com/photos/album/73"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt;! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-5764012147935031756?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/5764012147935031756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=5764012147935031756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/5764012147935031756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/5764012147935031756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR ;)'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-4336075037227623486</id><published>2006-12-30T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T13:48:19.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>525,600 Minutes of 2006 ;)</title><content type='html'>The year 2006 is about to come to an end, but the &lt;i&gt;memories&lt;/i&gt; will be cherished &lt;b&gt;forever.&lt;/b&gt; :) 2006 has been a great year for me. There was more adventure and more challenges. I experienced a lot of pain and hatred, yet I, too, felt happy and contented. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be saying my never-ending thank you's now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The start of the year brought &lt;b&gt;bliss&lt;/b&gt; to my life. It was when I felt happy, contented, and at the same time shattered. I want to thank someone for filling part of my life in the start of the year ;) the 4th quarter of my sophomore year was just a blast. ;) &lt;s&gt;February&lt;/s&gt; was one of the best months of 2006. The field trip rocked, I had &lt;i&gt;my valentine&lt;/i&gt;, and the school fair didn't bore me as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;b&gt;Edlynne&lt;/b&gt; for that ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer came and left, it was so much fun. &lt;b&gt;Streetdance Advanced&lt;/b&gt; again changed me:) I had found new friends. :) the summer always completes my year. Not only because I am free from school work, but because in the summer, I am free to do what I want to do. And that I dance every summer, and just hang loose. Staying up late at night, watching endless DVDs, talking on the phone for hours, and whatever else. The summer's just hot. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My junior year started and so far, it's unforgettable. A lot has happened, and I know there's more to come. I got tangled up into lots of arguments, challenges, love struggles, etc. but I was able to handle .. see, I'm still alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost a lot this year, I lost a friend, I lost my heart. But despite these, I was able to go on with my life ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say that I miss &lt;i&gt;my best friend&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;Quel&lt;/b&gt;. :D and thank you to &lt;b&gt;Haizel&lt;/b&gt; for &lt;i&gt;filling part of my life, too.&lt;/i&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have been somehow mean to some people, but guys, you know that I have no intentions of hurting you. :D so pardon me for doing such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AlphaBitches&lt;/b&gt;, I am dead without you. You guys are the best, you guys are my life. ;) thank you for being there for me all the time. Oh, and I will never forget, thank you to &lt;b&gt;Mel&lt;/b&gt; for being the &lt;i&gt;bestest&lt;/i&gt; friend ever. You've helped me with so much, and you're one of the few people who can deal with my mood swings. :P I love you forever :)) thank you for introducing me to the wonderful world of basketball, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have met &lt;s&gt;my husband Alex (jk :P).&lt;/s&gt; :)) tropical fish! Thank you for welcoming me to your house every time, it's like my 2nd home already. If I run away from home, I know where to go now. :P thank you for still talking to me on the phone even if we have been together during the day. I never ran out of anything to say to you. We're inseparable! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the previous year, too, did I get introduced to things I now love doing. I got into volleyball ;) thanks to &lt;b&gt;my team mates&lt;/b&gt;! And of course, to &lt;b&gt;Coach Joan&lt;/b&gt; for everything. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, just recently, I have come around a lot of fights, mostly minor. ;) I can't forget &lt;b&gt;my mortal enemy&lt;/b&gt; of the year, and &lt;u&gt;I don't even know who she is.&lt;/u&gt; She kept on texting me and telling me off. It's as if it would harm me. Hello, I do not even know her. I used to sing to her &lt;i&gt;"Hey how long till you're leaving me alone? Don't you got somewhere to go? I didn't steal your boyfriend!"&lt;/i&gt;, why? Because she fought with me for the reason that I "stole" Haizel from her. Yeah whatever:)) she's a psycho, and she didn't stop. Not until recently because of something. Thank God. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fight I had was with &lt;s&gt;some guy&lt;/s&gt;. I won't elaborate as it would be mean, but I'm just glad it's finally over with, and that we're cool now. I forgive, but I can never forget. And, I regret loving you. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to &lt;b&gt;Elisha, Batchi and Irene&lt;/b&gt; for the listening ears. ;) I love you three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My dearest cousins&lt;/b&gt;, thank you for making my Christmas vacation oh-so-fun, even for just a day. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I can remember, I don't have that much "firsts" this year. But oh well. I didn't miss out on a lot anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a record that I only had &lt;s&gt;2 "sweet nothings"&lt;/s&gt; this year, as compared to 2005 =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to end this year with a blast, and I want to thank everyone for the fun-filled 2006 I experienced. Though I know it was a tough one, it's still a year that I count in my life. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this post is suckish and that you guys would still find better year-end posts, but writing this entry isn't my purpose of showing how great or lame my life was the previous year, but it is just for me to thank everyone I need to thank for helping me and coping with me in the &lt;b&gt;525,600 minutes of 2006.&lt;/b&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a run-down:&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God, my family, Mel, Quel, AlphaBitches (Irene; Darling; Jan; Batchi; Bea; Angelie; Cathy; Ara; Fer), III-Understanding, II-Reverence (my batch :P), my team mates in volleyball (Mel; Darling; Franz; Bebe; Anne; Isay; Kim; Emily; Nicole S; Pauline; Nicole N; Karla; Rianne; Harriet; Mikee; Katrina; Christine), Coach Joan, Elisha, Bea B, Tricia, Denise, Raymond G, Mikko, Jim, Emman H, Emman O, other guy friends, Edlynne, Haizel, Thea, Karenina, Julia, Rozel, Mica, my other balletmates, Karen, Millie, Bea T, et cetera. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those names I did not mention, remember you guys are part of "everyone" ;) &lt;b&gt;THANK YOU EVERYONE&lt;/b&gt; :) oh, and a HAPPY NEW YEAR to you guys. =) enjoy 2007!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*I know I posted this a little too early. I might not be able to post this tomorrow, so I'm doing it now. ;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-4336075037227623486?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/4336075037227623486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=4336075037227623486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/4336075037227623486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/4336075037227623486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2006/12/525600-minutes-of-2006.html' title='525,600 Minutes of 2006 ;)'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-1645398186466295118</id><published>2006-12-29T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T00:06:47.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*singing* I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly!</title><content type='html'>Promenade with my cousins yesterday was fuuuuun. :) yesterday was the only day in my vacation that I enjoyed. Well, so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first went to Jenina's house, then we went off to Promenade by around 2 pm. First stop? &lt;b&gt;Timezone&lt;/b&gt; :) Nina and I played air hockey while Alyanne played Tekken 5. Then, Nina and I played &lt;b&gt;The Fast and The Furious&lt;/b&gt; -- our new favorite game! I got hungry so I told them I'd buy cream puff. :) I saw a lot of people I know. &lt;i&gt;HSS &amp; St. Paul friends, and some ballet friends too!&lt;/i&gt; We were supposed to watch a movie but we didn't since there wasn't any horror film showing (we wanted Karma. :| or Shake Rattle and Roll. :P). We went to Starbucks after. A few more stickers to go and I'm all set! Yay. :) Jenina was funny, she got a lot of tissue from Starbucks and I don't know why. =)) we just chilled for awhile, finishing our drinks. Then we headed off to &lt;b&gt;World Music Room&lt;/b&gt; -- my new fave place:) hahaha. We asked the lady if we're allowed to drink vodka, then she asked us our age. After three seconds I answered blatantly &lt;i&gt;"...fifteen.."&lt;/i&gt; :)) technically, I am fifteen, and so is Nina. Count 9 months back from May -- so that makes September. Which means my parents made me September, so fifteen years ago I had life already -- in my mom's womb:)) then Nina, count 9 months back from September, which makes December. So, it does agree, too! Yanna was born November, so it does not count, but whatev. They gave us &lt;b&gt;Vodka Cruisers&lt;/b&gt; anyway. :) it was yummy. Raspberry. Favorite. Anyway. We spent 2 hours in Music Room, we sang our hearts out. I remember when we were singing Breakaway. &lt;i&gt;Ultimo-tama ng vodka&lt;/i&gt; -- promise. :)) kidding. We took lots of pics, too. =) We got a 99 in Beauty and the Beast:)) we kept on asking the waiters if the room was sound-proof. They just kept on laughing. =)) after Music Room, we went to Fully Booked, just to hang around, and Yanna bought a magazine. Then we went back to Timezone:)) we again played The Fast and the Furious. So much fun. =)) Tita Annette picked us up at around 8:30, then we went to their house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept over at Jenina's place, along with Alyanne. We had &lt;u&gt;too much&lt;/u&gt; stories to tell each other. Lots of secrets and adventures. :)) hahaha. They now know much about me. Even the things about.... ;) EVERYTHING. We slept at 2 am despite our sicknesses. I think I caught Jenina's fever. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home earlier, then I went to Gateway with my mom, ninang and lola. We watched Zsa Zsa Zaturnnah. It was funny. ;) but I still want to watch Mano Po 5 :)) just because of something .... Alyanne &amp; Jenina know about :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading The A-List now, even if I know I should be reading my book report. Sucks that we have projects. Don't they know what vacation is???? :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I gotta get moving. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-1645398186466295118?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/1645398186466295118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=1645398186466295118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/1645398186466295118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/1645398186466295118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2006/12/fun.html' title='*singing* I&apos;ll spread my wings and I&apos;ll learn how to fly!'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-7289200890727528850</id><published>2006-12-25T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T21:45:26.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>Last night I spent with my &lt;i&gt;mother's side.&lt;/i&gt; We had the usual, Noche Buena, then giving of gifts. We had a marathon of musicals -- &lt;b&gt;Rent, The Producers, then Chicago.&lt;/b&gt; It was fun. Gene was so &lt;i&gt;kulit&lt;/i&gt;, he's such a cutie :) people went home at around past 3 already, and I got to sleep at 4. :)) &lt;i&gt;walang inuman? :(&lt;/i&gt; :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated Christmas today with the Tan family, most of whom I did not even know. :)) they're from my father's side -- particularly my lolo's. ;) it was kind of fun. It was held in Alabang, in my tita's place. It took us an hour before we were able to enter AAVA. Sucks. Traffic was so slow (upon entering the village -- getting there wasn't hard at all, it was just in entering AAVA). :| we got there in time for lunch anyway. I was stuffed. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (Ate Bea, Issa, Marty and I) didn't mingle as much as we barely knew the people. I couldn't even tell who my aunts were, who my cousins and who my nieces were. :)) we have a big family pala. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to open presents, &lt;b&gt;but I got some $$$.&lt;/b&gt; :)) I love it! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when I was with my mom and Ate Bea and we talked about &lt;s&gt;some guy&lt;/s&gt;:)) mom kept on laughing. She knows a lot about me. From the guys' phone calls, to the guys' plans, and whatever. We, too, talked about certain drinks like Artic vodka, Bailey's, and whatever. :)) I feel so comfortable talking to my mom about these certain stuff. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Bea and I wanted to leave so bad, we wanted to go to Town -- but we weren't able to :( so we got stuck there until like, dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had a really cute white &lt;b&gt;Persian cat.&lt;/b&gt; I kept on playing with it, and it was so sweet. The cat kept on coming near my mom and I, and we kept on taking pictures of it. It was really sweet, &lt;u&gt;I wish it was mine&lt;/u&gt;:)) LOL. Later on did I know that the name of the cat was &lt;b&gt;HAZEL.&lt;/b&gt; Coincidence much??? :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have a cousin who looks like Kenneth:)) why in the world... &lt;i&gt;Hanggang dito ba naman nagpaparamdan sila pareho??&lt;/i&gt; =)) funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home at around 7:30, tita Bambi wanted Starbucks, we passed by Rockwell. I woke up when she said Starbucks but I responded late so ... we didn't get to buy coffee. :( Starbucks was closed anyway, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas has been &lt;b&gt;different.&lt;/b&gt; It wasn't the Christmas I used to have as a kid. I used to have Christmas with my father-lola's side, with my closest cousins, and we'd do whatever we want, have some fun, do programs, sing dance play and whatever. &lt;u&gt;I miss that.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... maybe, I'm just not &lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt; young anymore :)) OMGsh I'm getting old. Now I can feel it. =))))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-7289200890727528850?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/7289200890727528850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=7289200890727528850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/7289200890727528850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/7289200890727528850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-2257314399885899523</id><published>2006-12-24T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T23:07:19.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Me Or Leave Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="scroll" style="overflow: auto; width: 400px; height: 200px; text-align: center;"&gt;MAUREEN&lt;br /&gt;Every single day, I walk down the street&lt;br /&gt;I hear people say, "Baby's so sweet"&lt;br /&gt;Ever since puberty, everybody stares at me,&lt;br /&gt;Boys - girls, I can't help it baby&lt;br /&gt;So be kind, and don't lose your mind&lt;br /&gt;Just remember that I'm your baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take me for what I am&lt;br /&gt;Who I was meant to be&lt;br /&gt;And if you give a damn&lt;br /&gt;Take me baby or leave me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me baby or leave me&lt;br /&gt;A tiger in a cage can never see the sun&lt;br /&gt;This diva needs her stage,&lt;br /&gt;Baby - let's have fun!&lt;br /&gt;You are the one I choose&lt;br /&gt;Folks would kill to fill your shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You love the limelight too, now baby&lt;br /&gt;So be mine but don't waste my time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cryin' - "O' Honeybear - are you still my my my baby?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOANNE&lt;br /&gt;Don't. You. Dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAUREEN&lt;br /&gt;Take me for what I am&lt;br /&gt;Who I was meant to be&lt;br /&gt;And if you give a damn&lt;br /&gt;Take me baby or leave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;No way - can I be what I'm not&lt;br /&gt;But hey - don't you want your girl hot!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fight - don't lose your head&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every night - who's in your bed?&lt;br /&gt;Who, who's in your bed, baby?&lt;br /&gt;Kiss, Pookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOANNE&lt;br /&gt;It won't work.&lt;br /&gt;I look before I leap&lt;br /&gt;I love margins and discipline&lt;br /&gt;I make lists in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Baby what's my sin?&lt;br /&gt;Never quit - I follow through&lt;br /&gt;I hate mess - but I love you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do with my impromptu baby&lt;br /&gt;So be wise 'cause this girl satisfies&lt;br /&gt;You've got a prize, but don't compromise&lt;br /&gt;You're one lucky baby&lt;br /&gt;Take me for what I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAUREEN&lt;br /&gt;A control freak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOANNE&lt;br /&gt;Who I was meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAUREEN&lt;br /&gt;A snob - yet over-attentive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOANNE&lt;br /&gt;And if you give a damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAUREEN&lt;br /&gt;A lovable, droll geek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOANNE&lt;br /&gt;Take me baby or leave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAUREEN&lt;br /&gt;And anal retentive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOTH&lt;br /&gt;That's it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOANNE&lt;br /&gt;The straw that breaks my back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOTH&lt;br /&gt;I quit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOANNE&lt;br /&gt;Unless you take it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Women&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAUREEN&lt;br /&gt;What is it about them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can't live with them or without them!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me for what I am&lt;br /&gt;Who I was meant to be&lt;br /&gt;And if you give a damn&lt;br /&gt;Take me baby or leave me&lt;br /&gt;Take me baby&lt;br /&gt;Or leave me&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm leavin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm GONE!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song's from Rent. It's my new favorite ;) I know it's &lt;b&gt;gay&lt;/b&gt;, but whatever. :)) it's so much fun to listen to. Plus &lt;i&gt;Maureen and Joanne&lt;/i&gt; are so cute in the musical :)) it's kinda gross, but you'll learn a lot .. I swear. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas in an hour! &lt;i&gt;Honestly, I do not feel it still.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-2257314399885899523?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/2257314399885899523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=2257314399885899523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/2257314399885899523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/2257314399885899523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2006/12/take-me-or-leave-me.html' title='Take Me Or Leave Me'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-5657678644657328688</id><published>2006-12-24T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T21:20:01.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas, everyone ;) may you enjoy this &lt;i&gt;season of giving&lt;/i&gt; (and receiving). :P I wish you all the joy and laughter this Christmas. ;) let us accept our &lt;b&gt;Lord Jesus Christ&lt;/b&gt; in our hearts altogether, he has now come to bring joy to our &lt;s&gt;hurting&lt;/s&gt; hearts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy holidays again, everyone! =)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. It's now time to &lt;b&gt;forget&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt; the grudges in our hearts, all the pain and whatsoever. Now's the time to rejoice, to have some fun, and to be happy! ;) Christ has come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-5657678644657328688?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/5657678644657328688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=5657678644657328688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/5657678644657328688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/5657678644657328688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-8015483569383267723</id><published>2006-12-24T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T14:24:03.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes from OTH and The OC</title><content type='html'>I love both shows ;) I have not watched all the episodes of OTH yet, tho. I'm getting there:)) here are some quotes I totally love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;One Tree Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div id="scroll" style="overflow: auto; width: 400px; height: 200px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Yes, losing your heart's desire is tragic... but gaining your heart's desire... it's all you can hope for. This year, I wished for love. To immerse myself in someone else and to wake a heart long afraid to feel. &lt;u&gt;My wish was granted... and if having that is tragic, then give me tragedy. Because I wouldn't give it back for the world.&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;/i&gt; -Peyton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"At this moment, there are 6,470,818,671 people in the world. some are running scared. some are coming home. some tell lies to make it through the day. others are just now facing the truth. some are evil men at war with good. and some are good struggling with evil. six billion people in the world. six billion souls. and sometimes, &lt;u&gt;all you need is one.&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;/i&gt; -Peyton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"And for those who say they’re too young, let me just say; hell you can drive at sixteen, go to war at eighteen, you can drink at twenty-one and retire at sixty-five &lt;u&gt;so how old do you have to be… before your love… is real?&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brooke:&lt;/b&gt; just tell me, why me this time, why not Peyton?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lucas:&lt;/b&gt; i cant say anything bad about Peyton. She's my friend and she's your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brooke:&lt;/b&gt; it's okay you can say bad things about her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lucas:&lt;/b&gt; oh Brooke. the truth is, i care about Peyton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brooke:&lt;/b&gt; then what's the difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lucas:&lt;/b&gt; the difference? The difference is I love you, Brooke. I want to be with you, not Peyton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brooke:&lt;/b&gt; But, why? I need to know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lucas:&lt;/b&gt; Because you kink your eyebrow when you try to be cute, because you quote Camus even though I've never actually seen you read, and because you miss your parents but you'll never, ever admit that. And because, I've given exactly two of these embarrassing speeches in my entire life, and they've both been with you. I mean, it's-- gotta mean something right? And because we're both going to get pneumonia, &lt;u&gt;but if you need to hear why I love you, I can go on all night.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nathan:&lt;/b&gt; "Well you know, me and Peyton broke up".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Haley:&lt;/b&gt; *correcting nathan* "Peyton and I."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nathan:&lt;/b&gt; "What, she broke up with you too?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^that was hilarious :P^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lucas :&lt;/b&gt; I didn't mean to hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brooke :&lt;/b&gt; It doesn't matter because in the end, &lt;u&gt;it just hurts the same.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Last year we sat on the beach and I told you how much I loved you, and how I would always, always protect you. And that day nobody believed that this would work. But I don't think anybody understood the love that I have for you. Because if they did, they would have never doubted us, so I wanted to marry you all over again in front of most of our world. Because today, when I look into your eyes, my love for you only grows-it's even stronger now. My love will never waiver. This I vow to you, today, always. and Forever."&lt;/i&gt; -Nathan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Love is not love which alters, when an alteration finds. When life gets hard, when things change..true love remains the same"&lt;/i&gt; -Brooke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brooke:&lt;/b&gt; Okay. Read it. Just skip to the last line. Go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lucas:&lt;/b&gt; What's wrong with the last line? "You're mine forever." Sounds pretty damn good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brooke:&lt;/b&gt; Yeah. Sounds great. Sounded even better when I read it the first time last spring in another letter you wrote. To Peyton! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I was hurt, Haley. But &lt;u&gt;I was still proud of you.&lt;/u&gt; Everyday."&lt;/i&gt; -Nathan&lt;br /&gt;^^I can relate. Totally.^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brooke:&lt;/b&gt; There are 82 letters in here, and they're all addressed to you. I wrote them all this summer. One a day, but I never sent them 'cause I was afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lucas:&lt;/b&gt; Brooke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brooke:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;I was afraid of getting my heart broken again, like before. 'Cause you hurt me so bad, and I was afraid to be vulnerable. And I was afraid of you and the way that you make me feel.&lt;/u&gt; And I know that doesn't matter now after what I did, but I just thought that you should know. This was how I spent my summer, Luke, wanting you... I'm just too scared to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lucas:&lt;/b&gt; Brooke! I'm sorry! What you did with Chris... it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brooke:&lt;/b&gt; It's not. It can't be. It's too much to forgive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lucas:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;Well, that's too bad because I forgive you.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brooke:&lt;/b&gt; You can't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lucas:&lt;/b&gt; I just did. So you're gonna just have to deal with it. I'm the guy for you Brooke Davis, and I know I hurt you last time we're together, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brooke:&lt;/b&gt; I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lucas:&lt;/b&gt; I love you too... pretty girl.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The OC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div id="scroll" style="overflow: auto; width: 400px; height: 200px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seth:&lt;/b&gt;[holds up My Little Pony] Who is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summer:&lt;/b&gt; [looks embarrassed] No-one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seth:&lt;/b&gt; [imitating pony's voice] I'm not no-one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summer:&lt;/b&gt; Princess Sparkle, what do you want? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Julie:&lt;/b&gt;[when Luke hits on her in the hall] Luke, you're a student at this school. I'm Marissa's mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luke:&lt;/b&gt; [incredulous] You mean it's over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Julie:&lt;/b&gt; No, of course not. I meant in the hall. I'll see you tonight.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^I can't stop laughing :)) esp. when I was watching this particular ep. :P^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;u&gt;How can she fall for you if you're not there to catch her?&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;/i&gt; -Alex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summer:&lt;/b&gt; What do you want from me Cohen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seth:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;I just want you.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Maybe you have the Summer flu and you should take some Annabiotics."&lt;/i&gt; -Ryan to Seth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marissa:&lt;/b&gt; I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ryan:&lt;/b&gt; Uh... Thank you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^Elisha! HAHAHA. My tummy hurts. I can't help but laugh. Relate relate relate!^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"What is a booty call?"&lt;/i&gt; -Caleb&lt;br /&gt;^^wow. :))^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marissa:&lt;/b&gt;Hey, how come you're the brains? I'm the one who talked us back into that club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seth:&lt;/b&gt; I'm sorry. I'm the brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ryan:&lt;/b&gt; You can be the beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marissa:&lt;/b&gt; Okay, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summer:&lt;/b&gt; Great, and what am I, Cohen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seth:&lt;/b&gt; Uh, the boobs?&lt;br /&gt;[Summer hits him]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seth:&lt;/b&gt; Uh, the bitch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summer:&lt;/b&gt; Okay, I'll take the boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seth:&lt;/b&gt; Hey. So will I.&lt;br /&gt;[Summer laughs]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seth:&lt;/b&gt; [later]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marissa:&lt;/b&gt; See, I think I should be the brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ryan:&lt;/b&gt; No, Seth's the brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marissa:&lt;/b&gt; Well, you're clearly not the beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ryan:&lt;/b&gt; Ooooh, and now someone's the bitch.&lt;br /&gt;[smiles]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summer:&lt;/b&gt; Go away, I'm studying... naked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seth:&lt;/b&gt; That's supposed to keep me away? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. Just great. ;) I can totally relate to some. :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-8015483569383267723?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/8015483569383267723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=8015483569383267723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/8015483569383267723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/8015483569383267723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2006/12/quotes-from-oth-and-oc.html' title='Quotes from OTH and The OC'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-2855928219790749090</id><published>2006-12-24T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T11:32:02.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Love &lt;3</title><content type='html'>I have a new love &lt;3 my heart now belongs to &lt;b&gt;Polina Semionova&lt;/b&gt; :)) I have been watching her videos on YouTube and I can't help but fall in love with her dancing. Especially in the music video of some German song (the vid in my Friendster profile :P). She's such a doll. I love her! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RY30Gms6_gI/AAAAAAAAABU/_GN1NxgW654/s1600-h/belleauboisdormant12oj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RY30Gms6_gI/AAAAAAAAABU/_GN1NxgW654/s200/belleauboisdormant12oj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011930354638585346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RY30HGs6_jI/AAAAAAAAABs/zv76SJ3SkoE/s1600-h/prebal051031181sq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RY30HGs6_jI/AAAAAAAAABs/zv76SJ3SkoE/s200/prebal051031181sq.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011930363228519986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RY30G2s6_hI/AAAAAAAAABc/f_iDXAyXKbM/s1600-h/demo9yc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RY30G2s6_hI/AAAAAAAAABc/f_iDXAyXKbM/s200/demo9yc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011930358933552658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RY30HGs6_iI/AAAAAAAAABk/NAFIseauW_M/s1600-h/demo11gt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RY30HGs6_iI/AAAAAAAAABk/NAFIseauW_M/s200/demo11gt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011930363228519970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-2855928219790749090?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/2855928219790749090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=2855928219790749090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/2855928219790749090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/2855928219790749090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-love-3.html' title='New Love &lt;3'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RY30Gms6_gI/AAAAAAAAABU/_GN1NxgW654/s72-c/belleauboisdormant12oj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-7335207422030091720</id><published>2006-12-23T16:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T11:35:30.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge</title><content type='html'>I feel so much better now ;) I love &lt;i&gt;Elisha&lt;/i&gt; from bits to pieces. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;REVENGE IS A DISH BEST SERVED COLD :))&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My recent regret? &lt;i&gt;Loving him. Seriously, it is now a regret.&lt;/i&gt; He &lt;s&gt;does not&lt;/s&gt; deserve anyone's love anymore. Well, not for now, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been harsh, actually. But I can't help it, &lt;u&gt;it was the only thing to do.&lt;/u&gt; Am I right, &lt;i&gt;or am I right?&lt;/i&gt; Now -- now's just the time to cool things off, to think some things over, and to &lt;u&gt;finally&lt;/u&gt; be good again -- for the &lt;s&gt;two&lt;/s&gt; three of us (you know who the other two are ;P). I have been v. v. naughty, Santa. Very very naughty. =)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-7335207422030091720?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/7335207422030091720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=7335207422030091720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/7335207422030091720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/7335207422030091720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-shall-be-writing-year-end-post-on.html' title='Revenge'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-8047998195183577977</id><published>2006-12-23T05:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T00:21:06.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Polina Semionova ;)</title><content type='html'>It's 5 am and I'm still awake:)) I don't even think I would be able to sleep anymore :)) I've enjoyed too much. I've been watching ballet videos on YouTube ;) Polina Semionova's is still the best. :D I love her, really. It's like the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of my addiction, my Friendster video's her dancing:)) it's my current favorite. I can watch it a hundred times over and I won't ever get &lt;i&gt;sawa&lt;/i&gt; ;) it's just so... &lt;b&gt;beautiful.&lt;/b&gt; :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-8047998195183577977?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/8047998195183577977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=8047998195183577977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/8047998195183577977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/8047998195183577977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2006/12/polina-seminova.html' title='Polina Semionova ;)'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-6029454080035357750</id><published>2006-12-23T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T03:12:06.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rent</title><content type='html'>Rent is a very very inspiring musical ;) I know it's &lt;u&gt;very vulgar&lt;/u&gt;, too. But it's addicting. It's so inspirational, you'll really learn a lot from it. ;) I LOVE IT. I wish I could still remember way back when my mom and dad brought me to watch the musical (LIVE) with them, but I was too young, maybe 3, 4, or 5 years old. I can't remember that far back. :P but I'll take my mom's word for it, she said I enjoyed. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask why Rent is very vulgar? Well, let's just say people were confused about their sexualities:)) haha. Fine. There were bisexual relationships, and kissing and stuff. But despite those, it's a really fun movie to watch :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting addicted to Seasons of Love once again :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The songs in &lt;b&gt;Rent = love &amp;hearts;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Joanne's voice (the one in the movie) is simply the best:)&lt;br /&gt;Another PS. It's the 23rd today, coincidentally. &lt;s&gt;Half a year, supposedly. =))&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;How're we gonna pay last year's rent?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-6029454080035357750?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/6029454080035357750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=6029454080035357750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/6029454080035357750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/6029454080035357750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2006/12/rent_23.html' title='Rent'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-7481975589282834682</id><published>2006-12-22T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T17:37:29.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fights Just Ended</title><content type='html'>I'm glad everything is over with. I'm just .. glad. No more grudges in my heart. I let it all out right before him, and &lt;b&gt;it felt good&lt;/b&gt;, might I say. Thank you for &lt;u&gt;finally&lt;/u&gt; understanding. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-7481975589282834682?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/7481975589282834682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=7481975589282834682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/7481975589282834682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/7481975589282834682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2006/12/fights-just-ended.html' title='Fights Just Ended'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-6772856004378616652</id><published>2006-12-22T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T17:51:34.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my bitch :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Erika Tan &lt;3: I hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;Erika Tan &lt;3: I hate myself for liking him still after EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;Irene Enrile: i don't mean to be mellow dramatic pero i think you hate yourself too much that's why you end up with guys like him...&lt;br /&gt;Irene Enrile: you should loooove yourself muna before other people..&lt;br /&gt;Erika Tan &lt;3: I guess you're right. &lt;br /&gt;Erika Tan &lt;3: I love you so much :)) bwahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Irene Enrile: so you know how much youre worth&lt;br /&gt;Irene Enrile: ako pa!&lt;br /&gt;Irene Enrile: &lt;br /&gt;Irene Enrile: haha!&lt;br /&gt;Erika Tan &lt;3: Hmmmmmm. I'm gonna start doing that like, now.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I love &lt;b&gt;Irene&lt;/b&gt; so much :) hahaha. Have a safe trip Irene! (I've said that for the nth time. I know :P) see you on January!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-6772856004378616652?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/6772856004378616652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=6772856004378616652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/6772856004378616652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/6772856004378616652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-love-my-bitch.html' title='I love my bitch :)'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-5327167863806049323</id><published>2006-12-22T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T16:56:36.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This One's For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;No, I'm not okay.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I wasn't the one taking &lt;i&gt;those&lt;/i&gt; certain stuff as a joke.. &lt;b&gt;Maybe you were.&lt;/b&gt; Forgive me if I kept on laughing, I was just showing you &lt;u&gt;my bliss.&lt;/u&gt; Now, maybe all you'll ever see from me are &lt;i&gt;tears&lt;/i&gt; and cries of depression. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been the nicest I can be to you, &lt;u&gt;you could at least return some, too.&lt;/u&gt; And please &lt;b&gt;do not abuse it&lt;/b&gt;, my heart -- you're just breaking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once was enough. It was my mistake too. Teach me how to control my heart -- for me not to fall for the &lt;i&gt;fourth time.&lt;/i&gt; It gets more painful and painful every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't forget that I meant every word that I should have left unsaid.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never let someone hurt you twice. Giving him a second chance is exposing yourself to be hurt again. If he has done it once, it's bound to happen again. Why? Because you give him the idea that no matter how much he'll hurt you, you'd still accept him over again, giving him the power to hurt you. ONCE IS ENOUGH."&lt;br /&gt;-- thanks to &lt;b&gt;Batchi&lt;/b&gt; for this wonderful quote :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-5327167863806049323?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/5327167863806049323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=5327167863806049323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/5327167863806049323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/5327167863806049323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2006/12/message-for-you.html' title='This One&apos;s For You'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-1161186542280641303</id><published>2006-12-21T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T12:54:30.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing :)</title><content type='html'>How can she be &lt;u&gt;so mean?&lt;/u&gt; :| I could not believe that she was able to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. I'm just feeling for someone:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day has been fun yet weird. Someone made my day happy :) yay. I don't feel alone anymore. I feel alive again. :)) my dad's getting addicted to Sudoku puzzles nowadays. I was supposed to leave the house at around 3:30 but my dad got around to bringing me here at around 5:30 &lt;i&gt;na&lt;/i&gt; -- because he was still playing Sudoku. Addicted much? :)) my little cousins were here earlier. Gene was fun to play with :) he kept on hugging my legs and one time, when he hugged them, I fell down. :)) he's so strong. :)) so strong for a one year old. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, this day has been &lt;b&gt;amazing.&lt;/b&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tita Faye's in the US now, and I got to chat with her earlier :) she says we'll chat again tomorrow, and she'll be with Billie. I can't wait. I haven't seen him for years now. :) I miss my playmate :) LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;You know you do make me happy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-1161186542280641303?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/1161186542280641303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=1161186542280641303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/1161186542280641303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/1161186542280641303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2006/12/amazing.html' title='Amazing :)'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-725607784693243853</id><published>2006-12-21T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T11:39:42.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 6th, Marty!</title><content type='html'>I went to Rockwell last night with my family and relatives to celebrate my lil' cousin's birthday:) we didn't stay long, just had dinner. I was expecting to bump into a lot of people I know there=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and btw, I'll be having a &lt;b&gt;Globe sim&lt;/b&gt; card soon:) now finally people I text would reply to me (coz my friends barely do, they're all using the Globe unli thing, and I'm a Smart user. :|). But I still have a problem. I do not have a phone to use for the Globe sim:)) I will not let go of my Smart sim, of course I won't. I pay &lt;s&gt;1200&lt;/s&gt; for it every month. :| anybody who's nice enough (and loves me enough) to give me a new cellphone for Christmas?? =)) dream on. LOL. My sun sim's &lt;u&gt;dead&lt;/u&gt; :X haven't been using it for months now. It'll expire in January, and I don't think I would still be able to use it. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Christmas in 4 days! I still don't feel it, tho. :|&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-725607784693243853?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/725607784693243853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=725607784693243853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/725607784693243853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/725607784693243853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-6th-marty.html' title='Happy 6th, Marty!'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-8744264964269360008</id><published>2006-12-20T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T11:51:33.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Was Just A Dream</title><content type='html'>Why did he have to be part of my dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was &lt;b&gt;painful&lt;/b&gt;, and it's killing me until today. When will it stop? My dream was nice, it was happy and it was lovely. But the moment I woke up, all the smiles turned into frowns, all the laughter turned into tears. Why? Because I realized that: &lt;b&gt;It was all just a dream.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;A dream is a wish your heart makes..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-8744264964269360008?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/8744264964269360008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=8744264964269360008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/8744264964269360008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/8744264964269360008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2006/12/it-was-just-dream.html' title='It Was Just A Dream'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-5344442664301182836</id><published>2006-12-19T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T15:05:21.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day</title><content type='html'>No more school tomorrow! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last day of school was such a &lt;b&gt;bore.&lt;/b&gt; We had classes in the morning, then party in the afternoon. Our party was (no offense) the worst Christmas party I've been to, to be honest. The only fun thing there was I was with my friends (w/c is what always makes my day fun). &lt;i&gt;Guys, thank you for the gifts. I'll give you my gifts on January:)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And our &lt;i&gt;barkada&lt;/i&gt; isn't called the AlphaBitches anymore. We're now the &lt;b&gt;AlphaVeggies&lt;/b&gt;:)) jk. Lunch was fun:)) We each have our veggie names. I'm &lt;i&gt;upo&lt;/i&gt;. Cathy's &lt;i&gt;kalabasa&lt;/i&gt; (our fave:P), Batchi's &lt;i&gt;kang-kong&lt;/i&gt;, Darling's &lt;i&gt;mustasa&lt;/i&gt;, Bea's &lt;i&gt;sampalok&lt;/i&gt;, and I can't remember the rest. It's just hilarious:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, my friends and I went to Gateway to have a post-celebration of Fer's birthday, and our last-day gimmick. We had our own separate ways first, the rest went to Dairy Queen while Ara and I went to Starbucks to order our Peppermint Mocha frappes. :) &lt;s&gt;10 more stickers to go and I'm done!&lt;/s&gt; :)) sheesh. I used a different name for my Starbucks cup. I used someone else's name =)) just because I wanted to. I kept on laughing, I can't imagine my name to be -----:)) we watched &lt;b&gt;All The King's Men&lt;/b&gt; afterwards. I might as well say that the movie we watched was pretty &lt;u&gt;boring.&lt;/u&gt; The story only began in the latter part of the movie. We didn't even finish it since everyone else was in a hurry to leave:)) the movie was for older people. People my age would not appreciate it -- so if I were you, do not watch:)) hahaha. I was just texting the whole time ;)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Fer, for the movie treat (even if it wasn't all worth it. At least we got to spend some time together:P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we took a lot of pictures:) they're all in Jan's camera. I'll be uploading once she uploads =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss my bitches! See you guys in two weeks! Irene, have a safe trip to Cali;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I forget, I missed Zackie:) 'twas nice seeing her earlier! See you again soon, Zackie:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RYjggGs6_dI/AAAAAAAAAAw/8E-5Y91Be58/s1600-h/19-12-06_1845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RYjggGs6_dI/AAAAAAAAAAw/8E-5Y91Be58/s320/19-12-06_1845.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010501427609140690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Help me to move on.. Don't help me fall for you again.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-5344442664301182836?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/5344442664301182836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=5344442664301182836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/5344442664301182836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/5344442664301182836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2006/12/last-day.html' title='Last Day'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6FuqQnjwei8/RYjggGs6_dI/AAAAAAAAAAw/8E-5Y91Be58/s72-c/19-12-06_1845.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-4211490846973313516</id><published>2006-12-18T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T20:02:26.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey Blog</title><content type='html'>My Xanga blog finally has a purpose again. ;) I am now using it as my survey blog -- a blog wherein I collect the surveys that I answer. Feel free to visit it and answer the surveys, too ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xanga.com/laughter_inmysilence"&gt;http://xanga.com/laughter_inmysilence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-4211490846973313516?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/4211490846973313516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=4211490846973313516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/4211490846973313516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/4211490846973313516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2006/12/survey-blog.html' title='Survey Blog'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11665310.post-1640216579469535818</id><published>2006-12-18T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T19:56:42.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Show</title><content type='html'>I have not blogged in three days if I'm not mistaken :) Let me recap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy birthday &lt;b&gt;JENNIFER DELA CERNA, DOWEE (UNTIVERO) GALICIA, HONEY ZABALLERO, and AXELLE SEMINIANO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Okay, &lt;i&gt;daming may&lt;/i&gt; birthday:)) anyway. We had a game against &lt;b&gt;SJC.&lt;/b&gt; It took us a long time before we were able to leave school because of some certain problem. &lt;b&gt;Sister Euy&lt;/b&gt; came with us .. that's how the problem got solved:)) Again, as &lt;u&gt;expected&lt;/u&gt;, we lost to SJC but we do not care:)) we had so much fun anyway. We were really noisy =)) and the SJC players were friendly. ;) after the game, we went back to school then had lunch at Mcdo. We were with coach, it was fun. :) I had ballet after the game. I thought I was going to be late, but I wasn't :) ballet was until 12 midnight because of the rehearsals. We did nothing except take lots of pictures:)) and dance of course:)) it was sorta tiring, though. It was warm, too. &lt;b&gt;Mica&lt;/b&gt; slept at my place again. We fell asleep around 2:30 am already:)) oh, and I cooked midnight snacks for the both of us:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 17&lt;br /&gt;Our call time at ballet was at 1pm, but Mica and I started getting ready at 12:30:)) &lt;i&gt;we got there on time anyway!&lt;/i&gt; Teacher only alloted a short time for class and rehearsals, then we had to get ready. Show was at 5:30pm. Teacher made us wait a couple of hours before we were able to go to the show venue. I slept in the studio:)) I have a picture, &lt;i&gt;it's so cute&lt;/i&gt;:)) jk. But yeah, it was cool:)) ANYWAY. The show went well. :) after the show I spent with my family:) we had Starbucks. Then dinner at C2. Then Starbucks again to accompany my cousins:)) I had a total of &lt;b&gt;5 stickers&lt;/b&gt; last night:)) yay. Hahaha. Ate Bea's &lt;i&gt;kwentos&lt;/i&gt; are the bomb. I get totally entertained :)) love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 18&lt;br /&gt;I forgot what happened today:)) funny. As far as I remember, today was just like any ordinary day. We did not have training :( Angelie was absent which frikken sucked:)) I was able to pass one project. Yay for me! :)) dismissal was fun. I played volleyball with Harriet and Mel then JR &lt;i&gt;(Jim's bro)&lt;/i&gt; and Carlo &lt;i&gt;(Mel's bro)&lt;/i&gt; arrived. Playing with the 2 boys was fun:)) JR was so &lt;i&gt;kulit&lt;/i&gt;, and so was Carlo. JR left early tho. Carlo was funny. I kept on hugging him and he kept on lifting me:)) hahaha. We were supposed to eat in Mcdo after but sadly Mcdonald's was closed (WEIRD). :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;School ends tomorrow.&lt;/b&gt; YAY! Christmas partyyyyyyy! =) but it sucks. We still have classes in the morning. How suckish can our school get??? But anyway. We'll be having a treasure hunt in class tomorrow as a class Christmas activity. It should be fun:)) then we'll be off to Gateway to watch a movie maybe. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sweetie, you had me...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11665310-1640216579469535818?l=portraitofanempress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/feeds/1640216579469535818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11665310&amp;postID=1640216579469535818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/1640216579469535818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11665310/posts/default/1640216579469535818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofanempress.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-show.html' title='Christmas Show'/><author><name>♥ Erix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i3.tinypic.com/wipu6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
