<?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-23865261</id><updated>2011-07-29T11:22:26.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MI VIDA (MY LIFE) I am free...Therefore I speak...</title><subtitle type='html'>DISCLAIMER: [01] This is mine. This is me. Live with it.
[02] ALWAYS leave your name when you tag.
[03] READ before you REACT.
[04] If you have a problem with me, SAY it.
[05] If you don't like what's written, i'm sorry...
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[07] Correct me if I have written something wrong.
[08] No ASSHOLES. PLEASE.
[09] NEVER JUDGE ME.
[10] TRASH TALK? Go ahead. Just don't blame me if something happens to YOU.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-6418138703378207942</id><published>2008-05-27T06:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T12:34:39.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I’m back! I had a lot of fears being all alone in this city… But luckily, nothing bad happened. Thank god. I turned CNN on even while we slept, so I was super worldly-wise for that day. Luckily the television did not switch off suddenly. *Aning!!!* I also blasted the television’s speakers whenever we’re in the shower. I’m such a loser, Lol!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I overspent like crazy!!!!! I’m like the poorest person on earth now… I ended up spending a whooping $1,200 when my initial budget was $700. Sorry Tita Olet…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaay… I miss Paolo na…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_91tZnExBIgs/SDqZ-ZtkD2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1t6Sr5PS8PU/s1600-h/DSC01793-720052.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204641616712961890" style="" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_91tZnExBIgs/SDqZ-ZtkD2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1t6Sr5PS8PU/s200/DSC01793-720052.bmp" width="177" border="0" height="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_91tZnExBIgs/SDqZ-ptkD3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/EmLkV1hM6qo/s1600-h/DSC01793-720053.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204641621007929202" style="width: 173px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_91tZnExBIgs/SDqZ-ptkD3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/EmLkV1hM6qo/s200/DSC01793-720053.bmp" width="166" border="0" height="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_91tZnExBIgs/SDqZ_JtkD6I/AAAAAAAAABM/3X8WjMjKy1Y/s1600-h/DSC01793-720056.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204641629597863842" style="width: 176px; height: 162px;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_91tZnExBIgs/SDqZ_JtkD6I/AAAAAAAAABM/3X8WjMjKy1Y/s200/DSC01793-720056.bmp" width="200" border="0" height="162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_91tZnExBIgs/SDqbMptkD8I/AAAAAAAAABc/nDfPdZx8EGY/s1600-h/DSC01793-720058.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204642961037725634" style="width: 174px; height: 162px;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_91tZnExBIgs/SDqbMptkD8I/AAAAAAAAABc/nDfPdZx8EGY/s200/DSC01793-720058.bmp" width="174" border="0" height="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_91tZnExBIgs/SDqZ-5tkD5I/AAAAAAAAABE/pQRaLIqWIN0/s1600-h/DSC01793-720055.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204641625302896530" style="width: 175px; height: 162px;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_91tZnExBIgs/SDqZ-5tkD5I/AAAAAAAAABE/pQRaLIqWIN0/s200/DSC01793-720055.bmp" width="150" border="0" height="162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_91tZnExBIgs/SDqbMptkD9I/AAAAAAAAABk/AIiND-8rkMk/s1600-h/DSC01793-720059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204642961037725650" style="width: 175px; height: 162px;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_91tZnExBIgs/SDqbMptkD9I/AAAAAAAAABk/AIiND-8rkMk/s200/DSC01793-720059.jpg" width="200" border="0" height="161" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_91tZnExBIgs/SDqbM5tkD_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/jM1kq-cPUXM/s1600-h/DSC01793-720062.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204642965332692978" style="" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_91tZnExBIgs/SDqbM5tkD_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/jM1kq-cPUXM/s200/DSC01793-720062.bmp" width="175" border="0" height="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_91tZnExBIgs/SDqeFJtkEAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/S7kjDsTaG-Q/s1600-h/DSC01793-720063.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204646130723590146" style="width: 173px; height: 151px;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_91tZnExBIgs/SDqeFJtkEAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/S7kjDsTaG-Q/s200/DSC01793-720063.bmp" width="197" border="0" height="151" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_91tZnExBIgs/SDqeFJtkEBI/AAAAAAAAACE/8cL0hE2vtCw/s1600-h/DSC01793-720064.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204646130723590162" style="width: 174px; height: 152px;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_91tZnExBIgs/SDqeFJtkEBI/AAAAAAAAACE/8cL0hE2vtCw/s200/DSC01793-720064.bmp" width="174" border="0" height="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_91tZnExBIgs/SDqZ-ptkD4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/QowqshvtwAs/s1600-h/DSC01793-720054.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204641621007929218" style="width: 177px; height: 151px;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_91tZnExBIgs/SDqZ-ptkD4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/QowqshvtwAs/s200/DSC01793-720054.bmp" width="206" border="0" height="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_91tZnExBIgs/SDqbMZtkD7I/AAAAAAAAABU/naESZbHdXI0/s1600-h/DSC01793-720057.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204642956742758322" style="width: 176px; height: 163px;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_91tZnExBIgs/SDqbMZtkD7I/AAAAAAAAABU/naESZbHdXI0/s200/DSC01793-720057.bmp" width="200" border="0" height="161" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_91tZnExBIgs/SDqbMptkD-I/AAAAAAAAABs/mlek02WLCE8/s1600-h/DSC01793-720061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204642961037725666" style="width: 176px; height: 163px;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_91tZnExBIgs/SDqbMptkD-I/AAAAAAAAABs/mlek02WLCE8/s200/DSC01793-720061.jpg" width="200" border="0" height="161" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;More pictures @ Photonski!&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-6418138703378207942?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/6418138703378207942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=6418138703378207942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/6418138703378207942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/6418138703378207942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!!!'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_91tZnExBIgs/SDqZ-ZtkD2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1t6Sr5PS8PU/s72-c/DSC01793-720052.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-116610078404602554</id><published>2006-12-14T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T20:53:04.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY LIPS ARE SEALED...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Now i'm thinking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Should I tell him I miss him? Nah... Too forward!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Why is his name in code? For safety purposes. I don't wanna ruin this one that early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Yup, another conquest. But this one has the killer smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And the most probability of a future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I think I'd die if anyone knows who he is... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'd die even more if anyone knows about this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-116610078404602554?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/116610078404602554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=116610078404602554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/116610078404602554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/116610078404602554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-lips-are-sealed.html' title='MY LIPS ARE SEALED...'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-116149633761109141</id><published>2006-10-22T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T13:52:17.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Entry: Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Spent Saturday night with my mom at home... Went to Shopwise…  We tried to catch the anticipated mass that night, but missed it... So we dropped by the blessed sacrament instead… I used to go every week... It's been so long since my last visit. Years maybe. Natakot cguro ko masunog dahil sa kasalanan ko… I’m amazed at how easy it was for me to pray that night. It felt good actually. I got to thank Him for a good week (inspite of the loopiti-loops). Hahaha! Basta, that visit was a good one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEFORE...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8096/2470/1600/SnapShotS(276).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8096/2470/320/SnapShotS%28276%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20 YEARS AFTER...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8096/2470/1600/SnapShot.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8096/2470/320/SnapShot.5.jpg" width="308" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-116149633761109141?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/116149633761109141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=116149633761109141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/116149633761109141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/116149633761109141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/10/picture-entry-mom.html' title='Picture Entry: Mom'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-115806799715020473</id><published>2006-09-12T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T21:33:17.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All About ME...</title><content type='html'>* I took up BS Psychology in CEU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I love to shop... Sometimes, I am an impulsive buyer. Tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I dreamt of becoming a model... O loko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I love my family so much. I'd do everything for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I always say I'd go on a diet pero dko naman nagagawa... Minsan lng. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I am sort of a bulemic... Feeling ko at feeling nila nona bulemic ako, pro dko nman sinusundot ung lalamunan ko. ah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i love deeply. Naks! Quote yan ah! Hahaha... Pero seryoso, oo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I've had only 2 boyfriends at minahal ko talaga sila ng totoo... Yihee! Landi!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ...and countless m.u.'s/boylets. Hahaha... Joke lang... Pinapalubag ko lang sarili ko. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* lapitin ba ako ng lalaking may gf/asawa na? Lagi na lng taken... 15 na ata yun... Kapal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I've been fooled, foolish, and fooled people. Played and been played in the game of love. I learned -to love- the hard way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I am lucky/blessed enough for everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Gaya ng mga pinsan ko, I am a tsinelas girl pro ngayon,  gusto ko na dn ng wedge, ng mataas na sapatos, closed na sapatos... kse nahirapan ako tuwing papasok sa office... Wala akong masuot... Wehehe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I love San Mig Light. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I love the beach. Kahit hindi ako marunong lumangoy! Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Gusto kong tumulong sa mga less-fortunate brothers and sisters natin. Gusto kong maging philantrophist... Goal ko sa buhay un. Promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I love to sing... Pero wala ata silang hilig sken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I love my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I don't easily trust people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* When i was young, I wanted to be a lawyer, nurse and teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Madalas, mali ung lyrics ko pagkanta. Tsaka ko na lang marerealize na mali pala yung mga words. Buti na lang magkatunog yung mga words na nagagamit ko. Nakakahiya. Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I hate liars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Whenever I feel down, I go to chruch at Mary Immaculate (Nature Church)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i LOVE God sooo much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..........at madami pang iba...............tsaka na.....wehehe...................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-115806799715020473?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/115806799715020473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=115806799715020473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115806799715020473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115806799715020473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/09/all-about-me.html' title='All About ME...'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-115440855174333293</id><published>2006-08-01T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T13:02:31.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO WORLD!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i114.photobucket.com/albums/n270/hunnylicious12/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i114.photobucket.com/albums/n270/hunnylicious12/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meet Angelica Therese...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The newest addition to our clan!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-115440855174333293?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/115440855174333293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=115440855174333293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115440855174333293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115440855174333293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello-world.html' title='HELLO WORLD!!!'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-115391689354862443</id><published>2006-07-26T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T11:02:56.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOGGERS NOTE:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I might not be here for some time… Be back when I'm perfectly on track....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-115391689354862443?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/115391689354862443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=115391689354862443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115391689354862443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115391689354862443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/07/bloggers-note.html' title='BLOGGERS NOTE:'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-115391458073740068</id><published>2006-07-26T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T19:49:40.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE BLINDS YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Many thoughts filled my mind for the past days...  Somehow feeling a bit "disabled"... It's funny how things just hit me left, right, center... Leaving me stunned, speechless, immobile... But I'm glad in everything I won't be stuck for long... Time moves on... till eternity comes... &lt;/span&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/23865261-115391458073740068?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/115391458073740068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=115391458073740068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115391458073740068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115391458073740068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/07/love-blinds-you.html' title='LOVE BLINDS YOU'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-115331616083099677</id><published>2006-07-19T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T21:36:00.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAD TO THINK OF GOOD THOUGHTS TO KEEP ME GOING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I looked at the mirror and saw the person staring back at me... She was tired... She was hurt... but she is &lt;strong&gt;SPECIAL&lt;/strong&gt;. She is &lt;strong&gt;WORTH LOVING&lt;/strong&gt;. She is &lt;strong&gt;WORTH LIVING FOR&lt;/strong&gt;. It's like one of those moments sa movies wherein there's a light shining at the end of the tunnel. Hehehe... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-115331616083099677?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/115331616083099677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=115331616083099677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115331616083099677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115331616083099677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-had-to-think-of-good-thoughts-to.html' title='I HAD TO THINK OF GOOD THOUGHTS TO KEEP ME GOING'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-115331478184990630</id><published>2006-07-19T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T21:20:46.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MELISSA'S FRIENDSTER TESTIMONIAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8096/2470/1600/k1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px" height="118" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8096/2470/320/k1.jpg" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sandra &amp; I hardly had anything to do w/each other, so I never imagined that some time in high school when we would eventually become friends. Amidst her paranoia &amp;amp; sudden quirks, she's such a wonderful person. Lots of people say that you can't have d best of both worlds, but hey, Sandra's brains &amp; beauty rolled into one. I'll never forget how she'd bawl after a literature exam thinking that she didn't make it and end up topping the class, how she could spend forever talking about royalty, how she'd flutter her hands like a crazy bird in anxiety, how she'd be all prim and proper while everyone else was roughing it, how she'd ask you questions that come out of nowhere, how she'd be there for my late nightcalls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could really go on &amp;amp; on &amp; on, but one thing I'll never forget is just how Sandra's been Sandra. I've had 9 great years of friendship w/ Sandra, &amp;amp; I'm not gonna stop counting coz w/out her, my life just wouldn't be the same.&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/23865261-115331478184990630?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/115331478184990630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=115331478184990630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115331478184990630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115331478184990630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/07/melissas-friendster-testimonial.html' title='MELISSA&apos;S FRIENDSTER TESTIMONIAL'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-115331392625282565</id><published>2006-07-19T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T21:02:13.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 PAINFUL THINGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;1. Bringing back the feeling you've learned to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Reminiscin' the good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Trying to hide what you really feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Loving someone who loves another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Having a commitment with someone that you know wouldn't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Shielding your heart to love somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Loving a person too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Right love at the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Taking risk to fall in love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Accepting that it was never meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What if's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-115331392625282565?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/115331392625282565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=115331392625282565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115331392625282565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115331392625282565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/07/11-painful-things.html' title='11 PAINFUL THINGS'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-115311164728528620</id><published>2006-07-17T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T12:47:27.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE KO 'TO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8096/2470/1600/1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="156" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8096/2470/400/1.jpg" width="291" 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/23865261-115311164728528620?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/115311164728528620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=115311164728528620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115311164728528620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115311164728528620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/07/love-ko-to_17.html' title='LOVE KO &apos;TO!'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-115311089970699224</id><published>2006-07-17T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T12:44:48.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDSTER DISCLAIMER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sandz! Ba't naman naka 1st degree ka sa Friendster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who I Want to Meet:&lt;/strong&gt; Only those whom I really KNOW or are AFFILIATED IN SOME WAY with people whom I do know... Meaning, if you add me and I don't know you (even if you're the friend-of-so-and-so-and-we've-never-met-in-real-life-or-otherwise), chances are, I won't add you back. Sorry. I can be paranoid like that. No offense meant. Thank you!&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/23865261-115311089970699224?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/115311089970699224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=115311089970699224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115311089970699224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115311089970699224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/07/friendster-disclaimer.html' title='FRIENDSTER DISCLAIMER'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-115311051350995988</id><published>2006-07-17T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T12:30:41.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christine's Friendster Testimonial!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8096/2470/1600/aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8096/2470/320/aaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;SANDRA. Sandz. Sandragon(minsan)... sa skul yun yung tawag namin sa kanya kase kung magreact parang dragon!!! hehhehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorite girls during College years... She's simple, mataray, fun to be with, witty and has a nice smile (syempre may dimple ka eh!!!) We had so much memories and i know that we will treasure them forever... kasama ko siya sa kalokohan... I missed you guys terribly, sana nga makasa me sa mga bonding sessions niyo... pretty soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the friendship, its incomparable and i want to know that whatever happens we will be friends forever... Luvyah!!! Mwah!!! Belated HAPPY BIRTHDAY pala!!! sensha na ngayon lang ulit me nakapagfriendster eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================================================&lt;br /&gt;Nabuhay si Mommy Tin! Wehehe... Mishu more... Kitakits!!!&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/23865261-115311051350995988?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/115311051350995988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=115311051350995988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115311051350995988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115311051350995988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/07/christines-friendster-testimonial.html' title='Christine&apos;s Friendster Testimonial!!!'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-115262466427132535</id><published>2006-07-11T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T21:31:04.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'COZ IT HURTS WHEN LOVE FAILS</title><content type='html'>im fallin’…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for Someone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who must really love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I gotta hold back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever feelings i have for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not now... not yet... or maybe, not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't ask me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask my heart... it's not gonna tell you LIES...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-115262466427132535?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/115262466427132535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=115262466427132535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115262466427132535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115262466427132535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/07/coz-it-hurts-when-love-fails.html' title='&apos;COZ IT HURTS WHEN LOVE FAILS'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-115262271986627324</id><published>2006-07-11T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T20:58:39.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE KO 'TO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8096/2470/1600/MOTO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="288" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8096/2470/320/MOTO.jpg" width="250" 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/23865261-115262271986627324?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/115262271986627324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=115262271986627324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115262271986627324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115262271986627324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/07/love-ko-to.html' title='LOVE KO &apos;TO!'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-115262210298059588</id><published>2006-07-11T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T11:47:08.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN YOU'RE BORED AND GOT NOTHING TO DO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FIRSTS...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First best friend: Grace Cheng&lt;br /&gt;First date: I'm not sure kung si toot o si toot yun eh!&lt;br /&gt;First pet: A dog named Angelica.&lt;br /&gt;First piercing/tattoo: Ear piercing?&lt;br /&gt;First credit card: Yung bigay na papa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LASTS...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last cigarette: Winston Lights&lt;br /&gt;Last car ride: Last last week? Kay Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Last kiss: Uhmmm... ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Last good cry: July 03, 2006&lt;br /&gt;Last book read: 5 People You Meet In Heaven&lt;br /&gt;Last movie seen: Superman&lt;br /&gt;Last beverage drank: H20 "beybehhhh"! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Last food consumed: Kare-Kare&lt;br /&gt;Last crush: I still kras him... Wehehe...&lt;br /&gt;Last phone call: Kanina... Vincent.&lt;br /&gt;Last time showered: This afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Last shoes worn: Sandals eh...&lt;br /&gt;Last item bought: Educational Toy for Paulo&lt;br /&gt;Last shirt worn: Sando?&lt;br /&gt;Last website visited: Friendster.com&lt;br /&gt;Last word you said: Bye!&lt;br /&gt;Last song you sang: "Love Song" by The Cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CURRENT...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current mood: Excited for next week.&lt;br /&gt;Current music: Love Song&lt;br /&gt;Current taste: Uhmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Current hair: Long...&lt;br /&gt;Current longing: D&amp;amp;G Light Blue...&lt;br /&gt;Current desktop picture: Kodak Moment with Allona&lt;br /&gt;Current book(s): Nada&lt;br /&gt;Current time-wasting wish: MAGKAPAKPAK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is: Sandz Calderon&lt;br /&gt;I may seem: Conceited... Self-absorbed...&lt;br /&gt;But I'm really: Charming and sweet but I can be dangerous... so beware!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sleep would be: The best thing I need right now.&lt;br /&gt;My money is: Uhmmm...&lt;br /&gt;One thing I wish I had is: Motorola Razr v3i&lt;br /&gt;One thing I have that I wish I didnt have is: Uhmmm... A loving heart? Bwahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVE YOU EVER...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kissed your cousin: Yes...&lt;br /&gt;2. Ran away: Nope...&lt;br /&gt;3. Pictured your crush naked: Kadiri ah! ...&lt;br /&gt;4. Skipped school: Yes..&lt;br /&gt;5. Broken someone's heart: Yes...&lt;br /&gt;6. Been in love: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;7. Cried when someone died: Yes..&lt;br /&gt;8. Wanted someone you knew you couldn't have: Uhmmm...&lt;br /&gt;9. Broken a bone: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;10. Done something embarrassing: Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;11. Cried in school: Yup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHICH IS BETTER...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Coke or Pepsi: H20&lt;br /&gt;13. Sprite or 7UP: H2O nga!&lt;br /&gt;14. Girls or Guys: Girls&lt;br /&gt;15. Flowers or Candy: Flowers of course!&lt;br /&gt;16. Scruff or Clean shaved: Clean shaved..&lt;br /&gt;17. Blondes or Brunettes: Neither.&lt;br /&gt;18. !@#$ or Slutty: ZUhmmm....&lt;br /&gt;19. Pants or Shorts: Shorts&lt;br /&gt;20. Night or Day: Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVE YOU EVER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;21. Made Out With JUST A Friend?: =)&lt;br /&gt;22. Been Rejected: YES!&lt;br /&gt;23. Hated them after it: YES!&lt;br /&gt;24. Done Something You Regret?: YES!&lt;br /&gt;25. Been Betrayed: YES! YES! YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Who broke your heart: Uhmmm...&lt;br /&gt;27. You Talked To?: Lola.&lt;br /&gt;28. You Hugged?: Allona&lt;br /&gt;29. You Instant Messaged?: Tita&lt;br /&gt;30. You hated?: Si MORON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-115262210298059588?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/115262210298059588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=115262210298059588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115262210298059588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115262210298059588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/07/when-youre-bored-and-got-nothing-to-do.html' title='WHEN YOU&apos;RE BORED AND GOT NOTHING TO DO...'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-115261992399364585</id><published>2006-07-11T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T20:12:03.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUCH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Sorry and I miss you.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I replied, "...Can you blame me if I don't feel the same?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was hurt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-115261992399364585?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/115261992399364585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=115261992399364585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115261992399364585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115261992399364585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/07/ouch.html' title='OUCH!'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-115261963546410426</id><published>2006-07-11T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T20:07:15.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL'S FAIR IN LOVE</title><content type='html'>...Not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-115261963546410426?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/115261963546410426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=115261963546410426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115261963546410426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115261963546410426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/07/alls-fair-in-love.html' title='ALL&apos;S FAIR IN LOVE'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-115245094010435603</id><published>2006-07-09T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T21:15:40.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PLEASE SAVE ME FROM THIS NIGHTMARE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;I'm blinded... So much blinded from the reality. I have, once again, allowed this fucking love take over me, my mind and my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him so much that it hurts.. It hurts me.. It really hurts me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-115245094010435603?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/115245094010435603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=115245094010435603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115245094010435603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115245094010435603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/07/please-save-me-from-this-nightmare.html' title='PLEASE SAVE ME FROM THIS NIGHTMARE'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-115244942871144869</id><published>2006-07-09T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T21:00:32.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU READY FOR THIS???</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I STRONGLY INSINUATE YOU SKIP THIS ENTRY IF YOUR NOT IN THE MOOD FOR SOME SERIOUS RANTING...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;This entry is about VINCE... I've been keeping this for weeks and I just have to get this out of my system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you may know, we broke up (?) last week. And dude, did he surprise me with his text message... So there, it all ended with a text message. I actually felt sorry for myself for a second there. He caught me off guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt really stupid for letting that incident consume me. I didn't attend my job interview. Instead, I'd rather wander around, do nothing, cry and do the same damn things the next day... I was so pathetic that time... I know, I know. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Laney had a hard time dealing with me... No, I don't have mood swings. She's not used to the oh-so-soundless me. I know she missed my laughs, our jokes and stories. I wanted to smile, but I couldnt. I wanted to laugh, but it seemed like a hard task...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was just really hurt. Or maybe, I felt so sorry for myself. I felt worthless, yes. After everything and he still left me. I can't blame him... I understand! (wtf!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a year, I was alone. He was there, but I was alone... We were in a relationship, but I was the only who valued that relationship. I thought we had something special... Something magical. Yes, BEFORE. It was pure magic. But things happen. Words are spoken which can hurt feelings. And things do happen for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't believe I believed everything he told me. I believed the sweet words which made my heart beat. And I guess those sweet words were the only thing I was holding on to. He already let go of me since July 03. Pity, that's what he felt. He only felt sorry for me.. That's what he told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;============================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me quote this part from a song: "I'm about to see a million things I thought I'd never see before and I'm about to do all the things I dreamed of and I don't even miss you at all." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-115244942871144869?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/115244942871144869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=115244942871144869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115244942871144869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115244942871144869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-ready-for-this.html' title='YOU READY FOR THIS???'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-115244724928900624</id><published>2006-07-09T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T20:18:54.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK TO BASIC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Eto nanaman ba tayo? Magulo nanaman... Alam ko hindi kayo makarelate. Pero eto lang, alam nyo yung feeling na ok na. Nabubuhay ka para sa sarili mo, pamilya mo at sa mga kaibigan mo. Yung wala ka ng panahon para sa "lovelife" pero ok ka naman. Yung ganun. Tapos biglang may dadating na taong babago nanaman sa buhay mo. Masaya sa simula. Tapos malungkot nanaman pagkatapos. Alam ko hindi palaging masaya... Pero ganun na lang ba talaga ang tadhana ng tao? Lagi lang sa simula masaya? Oo, ang drama nanaman nito. Pero di maiwasan eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang. Maayos ko din 'to mahal kong mga kaibigan. Ganda ng timing. Sabay sabay talaga. Basta mahal ko kayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero, di ko na ngayon maiwasan "magalit" sa mga taong katulad nila. OMG. Nagiging "man-hater" nanaman ba ako? Siguro naman hindi. Nababadtrip lang ako sa kanila. Parang pare-pareho eh. Sorry wala akong masabing matino. May araw din kayo. Pero wag kayo mag-alala, yung nasa taas na bahala dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PAHABOL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This entry is not just about me and my feelings. NO. I'm speaking for the majority who is experiencing the aformentioned situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got my own personal problems which does not revolve around LOVE. Yung ibang problema ko, oo tungkol dun. Pero mas marami akong dapat isipin at ayusin. But I'd rather enjoy each second than grieve or cry over that/him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta alam ko mahal ko siya (Ack!!! The cheese!!). Yun na lang yun. Pero sakin na lang yun. Malabo diba? &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/23865261-115244724928900624?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/115244724928900624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=115244724928900624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115244724928900624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115244724928900624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/07/back-to-basic.html' title='BACK TO BASIC'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-115236309447030797</id><published>2006-07-08T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T20:54:14.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GROUP PIX...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8096/2470/1600/Group1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8096/2470/400/Group1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt; Masaya, malungkot, tamang sabog o tamang trip lang... Ito ang mga taong mahalaga at mahal ko... Kasama at nakatali sa pag-agos ng buhay ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-115236309447030797?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/115236309447030797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=115236309447030797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115236309447030797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115236309447030797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/07/group-pix.html' title='GROUP PIX...'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-115236108321502281</id><published>2006-07-08T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T20:33:32.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAUGHT UNAWARE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8096/2470/1600/Sandz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8096/2470/320/Sandz.jpg" width="418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been staring at the monitor for about 10 minutes thinking what to write. I could write about how much I love Starbucks and that I'm willing to move mountains for HIM but... NO. Not that I think it's jaded but professing your love for someone who doesn't even know that you breathe the same oxygen is really quite, well, goulash. Then again, I already did... Shesssh!!! Need to sleep...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-115236108321502281?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/115236108321502281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=115236108321502281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115236108321502281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115236108321502281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/07/caught-unaware.html' title='CAUGHT UNAWARE...'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-115217843115565684</id><published>2006-07-06T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T17:33:51.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MANNY... MONEY???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8096/2470/1600/manny.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8096/2470/400/manny.0.jpg" 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/23865261-115217843115565684?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/115217843115565684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=115217843115565684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115217843115565684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115217843115565684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/07/manny-money.html' title='MANNY... MONEY???'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-115217696274209615</id><published>2006-07-06T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T17:21:52.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8096/2470/1600/sketch2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8096/2470/400/sketch2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; LOVE... is like standing on top of the mountain with someone beside you to share the view...&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/23865261-115217696274209615?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/115217696274209615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=115217696274209615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115217696274209615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115217696274209615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/07/love.html' title='LOVE...'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-115217638866705741</id><published>2006-07-06T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T16:59:48.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ON REVENGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;*The best sort of revenge is to be not like the one who caused the injury.*&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;This is some silly thing that I wrote... I do apologize if it sounds so childish... BUT I LIKE IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-115217638866705741?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/115217638866705741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=115217638866705741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115217638866705741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115217638866705741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/07/on-revenge.html' title='ON REVENGE'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-115217484499319679</id><published>2006-07-06T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T16:38:13.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WRITTEN ON THE BODY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpts from Jeanette Winterson's Written on the Body:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the measure of love loss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said 'I love you.' Why is it that the most unoriginal thing we can say to one another is still the thing we long to hear?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you' is always a quotation.You did not say it first and neither did I, yet when you say it and when I say it we speak like savages who have found three words and worship them. I did worship them but now I am alone on a rock hewn out of my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'You'll get over it...' It's the cliches that cause the trouble. To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever. You don't get over it because 'it' is the person you loved. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never closes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could it? The particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not made anodyne by death. This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no-one else can fit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would I want them to? I want to accept what I've done and let go. I can't let go because Vincent might still be on the other end of the rope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... Something that I've stolen from someone else's blog (and that person took this excerpt from somewhere too, that's ORIGINALITY for you folks!)... Because i'm too tired to splurge my emotions on cyber ink... And because my heart ache's soooo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/23865261-115217484499319679?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/115217484499319679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=115217484499319679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115217484499319679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115217484499319679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/07/written-on-body.html' title='WRITTEN ON THE BODY'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-115217438114920948</id><published>2006-07-06T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T16:27:35.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WORDS OF WISDOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yay said that broken bleeding hearts are the most beautiful things in the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So my heart is one of the most beautiful things in the world right now..." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It lies slowly pulsing... A bloody pulp of something that once illuminates my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we're both right...&lt;/span&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/23865261-115217438114920948?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/115217438114920948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=115217438114920948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115217438114920948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115217438114920948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/07/words-of-wisdom.html' title='WORDS OF WISDOM'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-115217380305553503</id><published>2006-07-06T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T16:18:31.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU SAY IT BEST... WHEN YOU SAY NOTHING AT ALL...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I thought things were goin well... but obviously not… thats why im writing this crap... I've been thinking a lot about things... lately… and they are not good... Like thoughts kept on coming... like things to think about... not fair at all…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to forget about everything… I really do... I wanna move on… and be independent… I don't want to be dependent on my feelings anymore... They screw me over... Hardcore…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to forget about him... But I can't... That's a fact... We wanna stay friends… I know its hard to think about that… but then... you know... Its better that way… and like… I mean... I dunno… Im just retarded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really confused as well... Its because i don't know what's goin on inside my head.... Weird but true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss writing about happy stuff... Its true… Before I use to love it when im depressed... But not anymore… This thing that happened lately got me to the point that I don't want to be depressed anymore… Weird but true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going around in circles... Asking questions... I still can't find the answers to them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its weird that I still wait... And that i know for a fact that nothing is ever gonna happen... Im such an idiot... I keep on wondering but then i know that the answers are already there.... I just like to ignore them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been fucked up since... It's not really doing any good… I haven't been doing so well in everything… I thought I was... well not really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was ready to move on… But I'm not... Something else is missing... i thought there was closure between us... But I don't see it nor feel that there is... Is it me, or there's still something out there... A reason why i can't shut you out of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that i'm saying that I don't want to be friends... What i meant is that... In that way... What happened to us... I want to put it all behind... But i am not ready....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wonder at night... What really happened… Although you've told me a thousand times... But then its not enough for me to believe… that, it was the real story... I still feel that you haven't told me everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...This is sad coz i keep on dreaming... But sometimes I wonder if you ended up loving me... I wish I could have heard u say that... You love me... Coz hmmm... That would have been worth every second that i've wasted waiting for you...&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/23865261-115217380305553503?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/115217380305553503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=115217380305553503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115217380305553503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115217380305553503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-say-it-best-when-you-say-nothing.html' title='YOU SAY IT BEST... WHEN YOU SAY NOTHING AT ALL...'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-115185009081333943</id><published>2006-07-02T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T12:10:28.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Date:Mon, 27 Mar 2006 18:24:25 -0800 (PST)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From:"lucas juanta" &lt;dude_ni_vinz@yahoo.com.ph&gt;  &lt;a href="http://address.mail.yahoo.com/yab?.rand=46380&amp;amp;v=SA&amp;amp;A=t&amp;amp;em=dude%5fni%5fvinz%40yahoo.com.ph&amp;amp;.done=http%3a%2f%2fus.f312.mail.yahoo.com%2fym%2fShowLetter%3fbox%3dInbox%26MsgId%3d3912%5f1325237%5f19122%5f1742%5f685%5f0%5f310%5f%2d1%5f0%26PREV%3d1%26inc%3d%26num%3d%26Idx%3d49%26Search%3d%26YY%3d64546%26y5beta%3dyes%26y5beta%3dyes%26order%3ddown%26sort%3ddate%26pos%3d1%26view%3da%26head%3db"&gt;View Contact Details &lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onclick="'document.getElementById(" display="block" href="http://us.f312.mail.yahoo.com/ym/ShowLetter?box=Inbox&amp;amp;MsgId=3912_1325237_19122_1742_685_0_310_-1_0&amp;amp;PREV=1&amp;amp;inc=&amp;amp;num=&amp;amp;Idx=49&amp;amp;Search=&amp;amp;YY=64546&amp;amp;y5beta=yes&amp;amp;y5beta=yes&amp;amp;order=down&amp;amp;sort=date&amp;amp;pos=1&amp;amp;view=a&amp;amp;head=b#"&gt;Add Mobile Alert &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: hunny ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To:"Sandz Belandres" &lt;a href="mailto:dude_ni_sandz@yahoo.com"&gt;dude_ni_sandz@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi hunny ko! oo nga boat tyo friday, kaya nga natuwa ako nung text mo ko na bangka tyo! heheh! srap!  enjoy tlga wen im wid u, weder sa boat or sa tricycle o sa jeep sa taxi basta't kasam kita.. solve lhat.. hehhe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dnt worry d ako tampo, i understand... mga kaibgan mo sila eh.... ok lng tlga. d namn ako matampohin.. heheh! isa pa meron namn passalubong eh! kaya ok lng! hehehhe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sana maipaliwanag ko sa mensaheng ito kung gaano kita ka miss.. kung gaano kita ka mahal..."  -  gudbye?? ofcourse not dude.... sinabi ko lng yan kasi ang hirap maipaliwanag specially dito sa email or sa text kung how i really feel for u.... ala namn kasing emotion dito dba? heheh! pero i hope kahit sa email ko na ito maipakita o maipaliwanag ko how much i love you hunny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang hiurap mag express ng feelings sa mail or sa text and sa personal specially kung dami tutol... gustong gusto ko pakita sa buong mundo na mahal na mahali kita... maybe d pa ngayon ung time na yun....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaay... mahal kita tlga hunny ko....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mahal na mahal kita...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vnz&lt;/dude_ni_vinz@yahoo.com.ph&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-115185009081333943?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/115185009081333943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=115185009081333943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115185009081333943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115185009081333943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/07/bullshit_02.html' title='...'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-115184990902190993</id><published>2006-07-02T22:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T12:10:52.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Date:Thu, 16 Mar 2006 01:01:12 -0800 (PST)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From:"lucas juanta" &lt;dude_ni_vinz@yahoo.com.ph&gt;  &lt;a href="http://address.mail.yahoo.com/yab?.rand=8773&amp;amp;v=SA&amp;amp;A=t&amp;amp;em=dude%5fni%5fvinz%40yahoo.com.ph&amp;amp;.done=http%3a%2f%2fus.f312.mail.yahoo.com%2fym%2fShowLetter%3fbox%3dInbox%26MsgId%3d1343%5f1303756%5f22448%5f1851%5f950%5f0%5f302%5f2639%5f1770851151%26PREV%3d1%26inc%3d%26num%3d%26Idx%3d57%26Search%3d%26YY%3d57202%26y5beta%3dyes%26y5beta%3dyes%26order%3ddown%26sort%3ddate%26pos%3d2%26view%3da%26head%3db"&gt;View Contact Details &lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onclick="'document.getElementById(" display="block" href="http://us.f312.mail.yahoo.com/ym/ShowLetter?box=Inbox&amp;amp;MsgId=1343_1303756_22448_1851_950_0_302_2639_1770851151&amp;amp;PREV=1&amp;amp;inc=&amp;amp;num=&amp;amp;Idx=57&amp;amp;Search=&amp;amp;YY=57202&amp;amp;y5beta=yes&amp;amp;y5beta=yes&amp;amp;order=down&amp;amp;sort=date&amp;amp;pos=2&amp;amp;view=a&amp;amp;head=b#"&gt;Add Mobile Alert &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To:"Dudeness Calderon" &lt;a href="mailto:dude_ni_sandz@yahoo.com"&gt;dude_ni_sandz@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some reasons why i love my dude...&lt;br /&gt;I love to hear your voice.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you look when your sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;I love your body&lt;br /&gt;I love the way your voice sounds over the phone&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I look at you, my heart misses a beat&lt;br /&gt;I have had the time of my life and I owe it all to you.&lt;br /&gt;You are simply irresistible&lt;br /&gt;I love how you love me.&lt;br /&gt;I love how I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can do dis all day dude.. there are so many reasons  why i love you.... hope dis helps when u wonder why i  love you....&lt;/dude_ni_vinz@yahoo.com.ph&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-115184990902190993?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/115184990902190993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=115184990902190993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115184990902190993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115184990902190993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/07/bullshit.html' title='...'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-115150113177166884</id><published>2006-06-28T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T21:27:25.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAD LOVE UNSPOKEN...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I know it's a cornball thing, but love is passion, obsession, someone you can't live without. If you don't start with that, what are you going to end up with? I say fall head over heels. Find someone you love like crazy and who'll love you the same way back. And how do you find him? Forget your head and listen to your heart... Run the risk, if you get hurt, you'll come back. Because the truth is, there is no sense living your life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love -- well, you haven't lived a life at all. You have to try. Because if you haven't tried, you haven't lived... Stay open. Who knows? Lightning could strike...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay happy!&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/23865261-115150113177166884?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/115150113177166884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=115150113177166884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115150113177166884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115150113177166884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/06/mad-love-unspoken.html' title='MAD LOVE UNSPOKEN...'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-115063897182236869</id><published>2006-06-18T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T21:59:11.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOUNCE BACK SANDZ!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The past few months have been nerve-racking, heart breaking even and most of all painful to me.. I don't know what the hell did I do to deserve these kind of things to happen... Didn't know how to react, but I know what I did was right... I followed my heart and not what the norm of our society requires... I kept it all in silence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life I didn't retaliate... or let myself be consumed by anger... I've been down for so long and the events that had happened did not make it any easier, instead it pressed and even pushed me to my lowest... Second thoughts torment me like hell but like what I said "No regrets."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know, I'm coping.. I know i'll be alright... I'm learning to smile away each stab... Slowly but surely i'm becoming numb... Like I said no one has to shoulder the guilt... No one has to apologize...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These events are just like dominoes in my life... All of it will end at some point, and surely when the last one falls, by then I will no longer feel the pain. I'd be really desensitized by then... And maybe just maybe through it all, it has already taught me to smile away each pain, choose the right decisions and bounce back higher than the last time...&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/23865261-115063897182236869?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/115063897182236869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=115063897182236869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115063897182236869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115063897182236869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/06/bounce-back-sandz.html' title='BOUNCE BACK SANDZ!!!'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-115063846895318065</id><published>2006-06-18T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T21:47:48.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing...</title><content type='html'>There's something missing...&lt;br /&gt;It ain't complete...&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am happy right now&lt;br /&gt;But beneath the happiness lurks a feeling i just cannot contain...&lt;br /&gt;I miss that old feeling...&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of being so much in love...&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of being ecstatic whenever I amwith someone i deeply connect...&lt;br /&gt;Someone I really love...&lt;br /&gt;I miss the feeling of having someone to lean on to, to hold on to...&lt;br /&gt;a hand that never let goes, to hug, to kiss, to play around with...&lt;br /&gt;I miss being so sweet and caring...&lt;br /&gt;I miss the feeling of being needed by someone...&lt;br /&gt;I miss the feeling of having fun, the sweet conversations, hanging around with really nothing to do but having that assuring feeling that I don't have to worry because I amwith the one I love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I don't miss any particular person... It's just that feeling i really miss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-115063846895318065?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/115063846895318065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=115063846895318065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115063846895318065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115063846895318065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/06/missing.html' title='Missing...'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-115063814867540790</id><published>2006-06-18T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T21:42:28.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM THOUGHTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Raining makes every place gloomy... Well for me in this case... Why does it have to follow that if the place is gloomy I too become one with it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When will all this end? Setbacks pile up... But hey, proud to say I've  learned to smile, laugh at it and sometimes even do nothing about it... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Playing's tough! Most of the time I'm at the LOSING END but it's not the WINNING im really after... It's how I played in the GAME... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You're here somewhere...  Friends say I've improved but still show the opposite... Whatever?!!! Ok, I must admit you make me smile every damn single day even at my bad days... I already thought about it and made a decision that we'll be forever just like this, fooling around, share a lot of laughs, sometimes a few sweet moments, but no meanings, no attachments... I'll just enjoy them... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I miss IVEE and MINDA... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Want to hit the beach again. think of nothing, feel the wind on my face, swim, feel the sand on my feet and most of all throw all my worries away with the waves...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. It's not bad being SINGLE, actually I am loving it right now, no worries... It's just that sometimes even I have my super loving friends, it's still kinda lonely...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I need to fix my finances!!! Damn!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Thank you KATTS ... I know you know why... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Chocolate cake, Tiramisu meltdown, Mango crepe, Mango ice candy... Haaay sweets!!! Signaling that the time of the month is nearing... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I need a big and warm hug... Haaay?! Ayan my head and heart hurts all over again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-115063814867540790?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/115063814867540790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=115063814867540790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115063814867540790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/115063814867540790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/06/random-thoughts.html' title='RANDOM THOUGHTS'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-114665278450564996</id><published>2006-05-03T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T21:31:20.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PICTURE!!! PICTURE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8096/2470/1600/SnapShot.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8096/2470/320/SnapShot.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; At Dematisse, Malate...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8096/2470/1600/Missin__.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8096/2470/1600/Sandz___.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8096/2470/1600/Sandz___.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8096/2470/320/Sandz___.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@ CEBU...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-114665278450564996?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114665278450564996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114665278450564996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114665278450564996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114665278450564996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/05/picture-picture.html' title='PICTURE!!! PICTURE!!!'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-114597488016931150</id><published>2006-04-25T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T22:21:20.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A BOND STRONGER THAN OILED LATEX</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8096/2470/1600/SnapShot.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8096/2470/320/SnapShot.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Dematisse Malate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8096/2470/1600/theda.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8096/2470/320/theda.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Glorietta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-114597488016931150?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114597488016931150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114597488016931150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114597488016931150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114597488016931150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/04/bond-stronger-than-oiled-latex.html' title='A BOND STRONGER THAN OILED LATEX'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-114527984235415130</id><published>2006-04-17T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T21:36:55.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M SO TAMAD RIGHT NOW...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm so tamad to blog anything right now!!! So, I got this questions from Dang's blog so here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. bothers you ryt now?= my eyes (it never fails to bother me when im in front of the pc)&lt;br /&gt;2. is your favorite month of the year?= summer! and june&lt;br /&gt;3. was your dream last night?= can't remember&lt;br /&gt;4. is your greatest fear?= the closest people to me dying...&lt;br /&gt;5. was the best thing that happened to you this week?= gimmick with my high school friends.&lt;br /&gt;6. are u planning to do this weekend?....= go to greenbelt!&lt;br /&gt;7. can you promise to the one you love?= that i'm better now...&lt;br /&gt;8. will you wish for if you have a genie?= loads of money for shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO...&lt;br /&gt;1.are yOu thinking of ryt now?= my hunny!&lt;br /&gt;2. do you run to when you're down?= martin... my friends...&lt;br /&gt;3. are the most influential people in your life ryt now?= same old influential people...&lt;br /&gt;4. was the last person you went out with?= hunny!!!&lt;br /&gt;5. is the one you're missing ryt now?= hunny...&lt;br /&gt;6. will you call/text later?= laney and carol...&lt;br /&gt;7. completes your day?= watching TV (can't live without it!)&lt;br /&gt;8. starts your day?= watching TV again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN...&lt;br /&gt;1. will you take a bath?= i just did...&lt;br /&gt;2. will you watch a movie?= i just did! watched just friends with hunny....&lt;br /&gt;3. was the first time you fell in love?= when i was uhm, 17???&lt;br /&gt;4. was the last time you went out with your friends?= sunday...&lt;br /&gt;5. was the last time you said "i love you"?= a while ago...&lt;br /&gt;6. was the last time you read a book?= gawd... i can't remember!&lt;br /&gt;7. was the last time you asked for help?= a while ago... i guess???&lt;br /&gt;8. was the last time you kissed your dad/mom= tha while ago...&lt;br /&gt;9. did u last receive a gift?= perfume!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Do u believe in love?= ABSOLUTELY!!!&lt;br /&gt;2.Do u easily get attracted to the opposite sex?= nah... i'm over-demanding but when i like you, i REALLY like you!&lt;br /&gt;3.Do u get jealous easily?= yup! right hunny???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Any people in-love with u right now?= i don't know... i hope so...&lt;br /&gt;2.Want to get married?= someday...&lt;br /&gt;3.Ever did something unusual for love?= super! kaya nga bum ako ngayon eh...&lt;br /&gt;4.What do u notice first in a person?= uhm... his eyes???&lt;br /&gt;5.Last person u fell in-love with or currently inlove with?= hunny!&lt;br /&gt;6. Are you missing someone right now?= yeah, yeah!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-114527984235415130?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114527984235415130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114527984235415130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114527984235415130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114527984235415130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-so-tamad-right-now.html' title='I&apos;M SO TAMAD RIGHT NOW...'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-114458960613383407</id><published>2006-04-09T21:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T12:28:10.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INSOMIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Gap tagged me yesterday, cause of my insomia and hyperactivity I decided to take on this post... From lack of more important things to write about (aww shit i'm really boring myself now)... and I wasn't lucky enough to wake up next to anybody from the lack of alcohol content of the beverages served hahaha!!! So with out further ado...&lt;br /&gt;Put an "x" by all the things you've done and share it with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;1. (x) Smoked a cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;2. ( ) Crashed a friend's car.&lt;br /&gt;3. ( ) Stolen a car.&lt;br /&gt;4. (x) Been in love.&lt;br /&gt;5. ( ) Been dumped.&lt;br /&gt;6. ( ) Shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;7. ( ) Been fired/laid off  *recently... SHIT!!!*&lt;br /&gt;8. (x) Been in a fist fight.&lt;br /&gt;9. (x) Snuck out of your parent's house&lt;br /&gt;10. (x) Had feelings for someone that didn't have them back.&lt;br /&gt;11. ( ) Been arrested.&lt;br /&gt;12. (x) Gone on a blind date.&lt;br /&gt;13. (x) Lied to a friend.&lt;br /&gt;14. (x) Skipped school.&lt;br /&gt;15. (x) Seen someone die.&lt;br /&gt;16. ( ) Been to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;17. ( ) Been to Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;18. (x) Been on a plane.&lt;br /&gt;19. ( ) Purposely set a part of yourself on fire.&lt;br /&gt;20. (x) Eaten sushi.&lt;br /&gt;21. ( ) Been skiing.&lt;br /&gt;22. ( ) Met someone in person from the internet.&lt;br /&gt;23. (x) Taken pain-killers.&lt;br /&gt;24. (x) Love someone or miss someone right now. *DUHH*&lt;br /&gt;25. (x) Laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by.&lt;br /&gt;26. ( ) Made a snow angel.&lt;br /&gt;27. (x) Had a tea party.&lt;br /&gt;28. ( ) Flown a kite.&lt;br /&gt;30. ( ) Gone puddle jumping.&lt;br /&gt;31. (x) Played dress up.&lt;br /&gt;32. (x) Cheated while playing a game.&lt;br /&gt;33. (x) Been lonely.&lt;br /&gt;34. (x) Fallen asleep at work/school.&lt;br /&gt;35. (x ) Used a fake I.D.&lt;br /&gt;36. (x) Watched a sunset.&lt;br /&gt;37. (x) Felt an earthquake.&lt;br /&gt;38. (x) Touched a snake.&lt;br /&gt;39. (x) Slept beneath the stars.*lagos del sol!*&lt;br /&gt;40. (x) Been tickled.&lt;br /&gt;41. ( ) Been robbed.&lt;br /&gt;42. ( ) Petted a raindeer/goat&lt;br /&gt;43. (x) Been misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;44. (x) Won a contest.*haiku writing competition*&lt;br /&gt;45. ( ) Ran a red light.&lt;br /&gt;46. ( ) Been suspended from school.*muntik na*&lt;br /&gt;47. (x) Been in a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;48. (x ) Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night. *daming beses!*&lt;br /&gt;49. (x) Had deja vu.&lt;br /&gt;50. ( ) Danced in the moonlight. *haaay... *&lt;br /&gt;52. (x) Liked the way you looked.&lt;br /&gt;53. ( ) Witnessed a crime.]&lt;br /&gt;54. (x) Questioned your heart.*all the time*&lt;br /&gt;55. ( ) Been obsessed with post it notes.&lt;br /&gt;56. ( ) Squished barefoot through the mud.&lt;br /&gt;57. (x) Been lost.&lt;br /&gt;58. ( ) Been to the opposite side of the country.&lt;br /&gt;59. ( ) Swam in the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;60. (x) Felt like dying.&lt;br /&gt;61. (x) Cried yourself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;62. ( ) Played cops and robbers.&lt;br /&gt;63. ( ) Recently colored with crayons.&lt;br /&gt;64. (x) Sung karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;65. (x) Paid for a meal with only coins.&lt;br /&gt;66. (x) Done something you told yourself you wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;67. ( ) Laughed until some kind of beverage came out your nose.&lt;br /&gt;68. ( ) Caught a snowflake on your tongue.&lt;br /&gt;69. ( ) Danced in the rain. *wow!!!*&lt;br /&gt;70. (x) Written a letter to Santa Claus.&lt;br /&gt;71. (x) Been kissed under the mistletoe.*8 years ago...*&lt;br /&gt;72. (x) Watched the sun rise with someone you care about *yup, with my buddy, MARTIN!*&lt;br /&gt;73. (x) Blown bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;74. ( ) Made a bonfire on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;75. ( ) Crashed a party.76. (x) Gone roller-skating.&lt;br /&gt;77. (x) Had a wish come true.&lt;br /&gt;78. ( x) Worn pearls.&lt;br /&gt;79. ( ) Jumped off a bridge.&lt;br /&gt;80. ( ) Ate dog/cat food.&lt;br /&gt;81. ( ) Told a complete stranger you loved them.&lt;br /&gt;82. (x) Kissed a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;83. (x) Sang in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;84. (x) Had a dream that you married someone. *a couple of times...*&lt;br /&gt;85. (x) Glued your hand to something.&lt;br /&gt;86. ( ) Got your tongue stuck to a flagpole.&lt;br /&gt;87. ( ) Kissed a fish.&lt;br /&gt;88. (x) Sat on a rooftop.&lt;br /&gt;89. (x) Screamed at the top of your lungs.&lt;br /&gt;90. ( ) Done a one-handed cartwheel.&lt;br /&gt;91. (x) Talked on the phone for more than six hours on one occasion. *g-a-a*&lt;br /&gt;92. (x) Stayed up all night.*yeah talking to...*&lt;br /&gt;93. ( ) Didn't take a shower for a week.&lt;br /&gt;94. ( ) Picked and ate an apple right off the tree.&lt;br /&gt;95. ( ) Climbed a tree that had a tree house.&lt;br /&gt;96. (x) Been told by a complete stranger that you're hot.*ewww that was scary*&lt;br /&gt;97. ( ) Ever had a one night stand.&lt;br /&gt;98. (x) Ever missed someone so much it still hurts to think of them.&lt;br /&gt;99. (x) Ever loved someone that you knew wouldn't love you back.*owwwww*&lt;br /&gt;100 ( ) Ever been to a professional baseball, football, or hockey game in a stadium.&lt;br /&gt;101.( ) Went hiking in the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;102. (x) Smoked a cigar.&lt;br /&gt;103. (x) Had a crush on someone you worked with but never told them.*uyy meron*&lt;br /&gt;104. (x) Wished you had the chance to change your profession.&lt;br /&gt;105. ( ) Ever cremated and kept the ashes of a pet you cared a lot about.&lt;br /&gt;106. (x) Wished you could live your life over again beginning at age 21.&lt;br /&gt;107. (x) Been baptized.&lt;br /&gt;108. (x) Rode a horse.&lt;br /&gt;109. ( ) Sent flowers to someone you never met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-114458960613383407?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114458960613383407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114458960613383407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114458960613383407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114458960613383407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/04/insomia.html' title='INSOMIA'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-114416317224561933</id><published>2006-04-04T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T23:06:12.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L-O-V-E</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one falls in love by choice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it is by CHANCE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one stays in love by chance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it is by WORK...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And no one falls out of love by chance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it is by CHOICE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-114416317224561933?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114416317224561933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114416317224561933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114416317224561933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114416317224561933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/04/l-o-v-e.html' title='L-O-V-E'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-114416157361160684</id><published>2006-04-04T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T23:26:11.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAST SONG SYNDROME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;NARDA&lt;br /&gt;by: Kamikazee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tila ibon kung lumipad&lt;br /&gt;Sumabay sa hangin&lt;br /&gt;Akoy napatingin&lt;br /&gt;Sa dalagang nababalot ng hiwaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mapapansin kaya&lt;br /&gt;Sa dami ng 'yong ginagawa&lt;br /&gt;Kung kaagaw ko ang lahat&lt;br /&gt;May pag asa bang makilala ka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awit na nananawagan&lt;br /&gt;Baka sakaling napakikinggan&lt;br /&gt;Pag ibig na palaisipan&lt;br /&gt;Sa kanta na lang idaraan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag-aabang sa langit&lt;br /&gt;Sa mga ulap sumisilip&lt;br /&gt;Sa likod ng mga tala&lt;br /&gt;Kahit sulyap lang darna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang swerte nga naman ni Ding&lt;br /&gt;Lagi ka nyang kapiling&lt;br /&gt;Kung ako sa kanya&lt;br /&gt;Niligawan na kita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mapapansin kaya&lt;br /&gt;Sa dami ng 'yong ginagawa&lt;br /&gt;Kung kaagaw ko ang lahat&lt;br /&gt;May pag asa bang makilala ka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awit na nananawagan&lt;br /&gt;Baka sakaling napakikinggan&lt;br /&gt;Pag ibig na palaisipan&lt;br /&gt;Sa kanta na lang idaraan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag-aabang sa langit&lt;br /&gt;Sa mga ulap sumisilip&lt;br /&gt;Sa likod ng mga tala&lt;br /&gt;Kahit sulyap lang darna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumalon kaya ako sa bangin&lt;br /&gt;Para lang iyong sagipin&lt;br /&gt;Ito ang tanging paraan&lt;br /&gt;Para mayakap ka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darating kaya&lt;br /&gt;Sa dami ng ginagawa&lt;br /&gt;Kung kaagaw ko sila&lt;br /&gt;Paano na kaya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awit na nananawagan&lt;br /&gt;Baka sakaling napakikinggan&lt;br /&gt;Pag ibig na palaisipan&lt;br /&gt;Sa kanta na lang idaraan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag-aabang sa langit&lt;br /&gt;Sa mga ulap sumisilip&lt;br /&gt;Sa likod ng mga tala&lt;br /&gt;Kahit sulyap lang darna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag-aabang sa langit&lt;br /&gt;Sa mga ulap sumisilip&lt;br /&gt;Sa likod ng mga tala&lt;br /&gt;Kahit sulyap lang darna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-114416157361160684?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114416157361160684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114416157361160684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114416157361160684'/><link 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Do you like Chinese food? *not the food (hahaha)*&lt;br /&gt;2. How big is your bed? *a double four-poster*&lt;br /&gt;3. Is your room clean? *spankin clean*&lt;br /&gt;4. Laptop or Desktop computer? *desktop*&lt;br /&gt;5. Favorite fashion icon? *jennifer lopez*&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you like yourself? *uhh we get along! wehe...*&lt;br /&gt;7. Does anyone like you? *well, i guess...*&lt;br /&gt;8. Sleep with or without clothes on? *old cotton shirts for me*&lt;br /&gt;9. Who sleeps with you every night? *NOBODY... =( *&lt;br /&gt;10. Do long distance relationships work? *NEXT QUESTION PLEASE*&lt;br /&gt;11. How many times have you been pulled over by the police? *3 times BUT i wasn't the 1 driving*&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you like coffee? *now i kinda do...*&lt;br /&gt;13. How do you like your eggs? *sunny side up*&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you believe in astrology? *nada!*&lt;br /&gt;15. Last person you talked to on the phone? *Marts...*&lt;br /&gt;16. Last person on your missed call list? *i forgot... *&lt;br /&gt;17. What was the last text message you received? *goodnight sanders!*&lt;br /&gt;18. McDonalds or Burger King? *mcdonalds*&lt;br /&gt;19. Number of pillows? *7 all over the bed*&lt;br /&gt;20. Last thing you ate? *chocolate sundae*&lt;br /&gt;21. Last thing you bought? *gift for bugoy...*&lt;br /&gt;22. What are you wearing right now? *vince's white shirt...* wink*wink*&lt;br /&gt;23. Pick a lyric, any lyric or song? *i get so high by toni braxton*&lt;br /&gt;24. What kind of spread do you like on your sandwich? *processed cheese*&lt;br /&gt;25. Can you play pool? *nope*&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you know how to swim? *floating not swimming*&lt;br /&gt;27. Favorite ice cream flavor? *anything except durian and strawberry*&lt;br /&gt;28. Spin the bottle? *yes please hahahaha*&lt;br /&gt;29. Ever attended a theme party? *yup, where everybody wore red!*&lt;br /&gt;30. Ever do a keg stand? *wtf is that?!!!*&lt;br /&gt;31. Craziest place you've slept after a night of drinking? *the stairs!*&lt;br /&gt;32. What is your favorite holiday? *my birthday bwahaha!!!*&lt;br /&gt;33. What is the first music video you ever saw? *i forgot*&lt;br /&gt;34. Favorite quote: *love is patient but time is gold...*&lt;br /&gt;35. Where is your favorite saturday hangout? *that depends on the company*&lt;br /&gt;36. Best friend/s' name? *Elaine... Theda... Carol... Lil...*&lt;br /&gt;37. How long have you known her/them? *five to ten years*&lt;br /&gt;38. Last time you laughed at something stupid? *last sat, marts and i looked at some pictures*&lt;br /&gt;39. What time did you wake up this morning? *6am*&lt;br /&gt;40. Woke up next to anyone? *hmmm... i'd want to...*&lt;br /&gt;41. Best thing about Summer? *excuses to be... hmmm...*&lt;br /&gt;42. Name a couple of favorite colors: *red, yellow, green and blue*&lt;br /&gt;43. How old are you? *biente cuatro*&lt;br /&gt;44. What month is your birthday in? *june*&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you think pirates are cool or overrated? *duh*&lt;br /&gt;46. Favorite song? *the real thing by kalapana*&lt;br /&gt;47. What are you doing this week? *work, play, and ohhhh a probability that i would end the dry spell... wehehe!*wicked smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-114416104684506384?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114416104684506384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114416104684506384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114416104684506384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114416104684506384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/04/cant-sleep.html' title='CAN&apos;T SLEEP!'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-114398125076035865</id><published>2006-04-02T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T20:34:10.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SURVEY! SURVEY! SURVEY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you find sexy in a man?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good conversation that you cannot get enough of another... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Playing a musical instrument is a plus... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;But... A smile could also be a disarming uhhh charm?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What part of a man's body do you look at first?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;His eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What part of your body is your favorite?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hahaha!!! I think I like my ears... Cause they just hang in there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you take care of your body?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I eat sweets... and drink loads of water!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How's your health?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm almost afraid to ask...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite food?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pasta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Chocolates cakes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Bulalo etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How much sleep do you get per night?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Before I get at least 6 hours... but recently, uhhh i'm kinda sleep deprived...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you read?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;When i'm in the mood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite sports?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How much water do you take in a day?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;As much as 10 glasses a day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you smoke?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cigarrettes? Tried... Didn't like it much... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you cope with stress?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I divert my energy somewhere else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whats your favorite hide away?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Far away from here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have a night life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Now... No...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are not vain, are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;No, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;i'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;How long does it take you to fix yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I take kinda long baths, but I dress up quite fast so maybe... 30 to 45 minutes in the bathroom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you soap first?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I put on shampoo on my hair then i guess scrub on the rest of the system...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you apply anything on your face?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Baby powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your favorite perfume?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;D &amp; G Light Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's the last ting you do before goin to sleep?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I say a prayer of thanks, and wonder if the last person I thought of thought of me too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you usually pray for?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I give thanks to everything, usually I ask for the health, happiness and prosperity of the people I love, and then most of the time I pray for strength and guidance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I think for about 10 minutes then I start my day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whats the one thing you cannot do without?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hmmm tough question... I guess all the people I love and who love me in return...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's your biggest fear?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Right now, is to be the saddest person alive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's your all time favorite movie?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hay naku.... Only you and all the sappy tagalog flicks on cable...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name three women you find sexy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Fergie of black eyed peas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Jennifer Lopez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Gretchen Baretto (Hahahha yeah for me she's got IT!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name three men who you think have nice bodies:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Marc Nelson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Marc Nelson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Marc Nelson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-114398125076035865?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114398125076035865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114398125076035865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114398125076035865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114398125076035865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/04/survey-survey-survey.html' title='SURVEY! 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SURVEY!'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-114397962532537097</id><published>2006-04-02T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T20:07:05.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUGOY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8096/2470/1600/Luis_Ang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8096/2470/400/Luis_Ang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;LUIS ANGELO MALLORCA FRANCIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-114397962532537097?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114397962532537097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114397962532537097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114397962532537097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114397962532537097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/04/bugoy.html' title='BUGOY'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-114397762905003681</id><published>2006-04-02T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T19:33:49.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WISH LIST</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WISH:&lt;/strong&gt; Number 41.Get kissed under the stars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DATE GRANTED:&lt;/strong&gt; March 31, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOCATION:&lt;/strong&gt; Uhmmm... San Francisco Bridge! Wehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-114397762905003681?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114397762905003681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114397762905003681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114397762905003681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114397762905003681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/04/wish-list.html' title='WISH LIST'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-114397609766466342</id><published>2006-04-02T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T19:08:17.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAST SONG SYNDROME</title><content type='html'>I find myself waking up at three in the morning... I turned on the cd deck and this song played out... Arrrghhhhh!!! I never thought it had this much effect on me... But anyway, if life was fair... Then I wouldn't be here... I wouldnt feel this and it wouldn't hurt me this bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Rina doesn't know... Not even Martin... My mom can sense sadness a kilometer away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go figure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything for you&lt;br /&gt;though you're not here&lt;br /&gt;since you said we're through&lt;br /&gt;it seems like years&lt;br /&gt;time keeps draggin' on and on&lt;br /&gt;and forever's been and gone&lt;br /&gt;still i can't figure what went wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd still do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;i'll play your game&lt;br /&gt;you hurt me through and through&lt;br /&gt;but you can have your way&lt;br /&gt;i can pretend each time i see you&lt;br /&gt;that i don't care and i don't need you&lt;br /&gt;and, though you'll never see me cryin'&lt;br /&gt;you know, inside, i feel like dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'd do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;in spite of it all&lt;br /&gt;i've learned so much from you&lt;br /&gt;you made me strong&lt;br /&gt;but don't you ever think that i don't love you&lt;br /&gt;that, for one minute, i forgot you&lt;br /&gt;but, sometimes, things don't work out right&lt;br /&gt;and you just have to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;i hope you find someone to please you&lt;br /&gt;someone who'll care and never leave you&lt;br /&gt;but, if that someone ever hurts you&lt;br /&gt;you just might need a friend to turn to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'd do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;i'll give you up&lt;br /&gt;if that's what i should do&lt;br /&gt;to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;don't you ever think that i don't love you&lt;br /&gt;that, for one minute, i forgot you&lt;br /&gt;but, sometimes, things don't work out right&lt;br /&gt;and you just have to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't wanna say goodbye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-114397609766466342?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-114353789537642595</id><published>2006-03-28T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T17:24:55.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT KIND OF KISSER ARE YOU?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFA5B2" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're a Shy Kisser&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFDBE0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/shy.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You *do* love to kiss, once your comfortable with it&lt;br /&gt;And that means knowing the person you're kissing pretty well&lt;br /&gt;You usually don't make the first move when it comes to making out&lt;br /&gt;But you've got plenty of intensity in return&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Kisser Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-114353789537642595?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114353789537642595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114353789537642595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114353789537642595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114353789537642595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-kind-of-kisser-are-you.html' title='WHAT KIND OF KISSER ARE YOU?'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-114353756586653666</id><published>2006-03-28T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T17:22:03.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAST SONG SYDROME</title><content type='html'>CAN'T LET YOU GO&lt;br /&gt;by: Cueshe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been to many places&lt;br /&gt;I’ve met different races&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen so many faces&lt;br /&gt;But it’s you I can’t forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been through high &amp;amp; low&lt;br /&gt;Till I got no where to go&lt;br /&gt;I got this funny feeling&lt;br /&gt;That it’s you who I’m still missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So baby common&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let this go&lt;br /&gt;You know I love you so!&lt;br /&gt;Don’t throw away&lt;br /&gt;Let our love grow&lt;br /&gt;I can’t let you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve always been so strong&lt;br /&gt;We almost had it all&lt;br /&gt;Don’t give up now on me&lt;br /&gt;Cause, we will always be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s come to think of this&lt;br /&gt;Look at all we could miss&lt;br /&gt;I can’t let this happen&lt;br /&gt;Cause it’s you&lt;br /&gt;That I’ll always be loving&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-114353756586653666?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114353756586653666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114353756586653666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114353756586653666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114353756586653666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/03/last-song-sydrome.html' title='LAST SONG SYDROME'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-114353662016311032</id><published>2006-03-28T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T17:03:40.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IDEAL RELATIONSHIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Ideal Relationship is Serious Dating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealrelationshipquiz/serious-dating.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not ready to go walking down the aisle.&lt;br /&gt;But you may be ready in a couple of years.&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to date one on one, with a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;And while chemistry is important, so is compatibility.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealrelationshipquiz/"&gt;What's Your Ideal Relationship?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-114353662016311032?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114353662016311032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114353662016311032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114353662016311032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114353662016311032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/03/ideal-relationship.html' title='IDEAL RELATIONSHIP'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8096/2470/1600/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="167" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8096/2470/200/b.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; BS PSYCH 4A BATCH 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8096/2470/1600/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="180" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8096/2470/200/c.jpg" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;WACKY POSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-114335914071106629?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114335914071106629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114335914071106629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114335914071106629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114335914071106629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/03/memories.html' title='MEMORIES...'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-114326840074528316</id><published>2006-03-25T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T14:33:20.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAST SONG SYNDROME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Baby Don't You Break My Heart Slow&lt;br /&gt;by: Vhonda Shepard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the way you wanted me&lt;br /&gt;Every night for so long baby&lt;br /&gt;I like the way you needed me&lt;br /&gt;Every time things got rocky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was believing in you&lt;br /&gt;Was I mistaken&lt;br /&gt;Do you say, do you say what you mean?&lt;br /&gt;I want our love to last forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'd rather you be mean than love and lie&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather hear the truth and have to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather take a blow at least then I would know&lt;br /&gt;But baby don't you break my heart slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the way you'd hold me&lt;br /&gt;Every night for so long baby&lt;br /&gt;And I like the way you'd say my name&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you were sleeping&lt;br /&gt;I was believing in you&lt;br /&gt;Was I mistaken&lt;br /&gt;Do you mean, do you mean what you say?&lt;br /&gt;When you say our love could last forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;But I'd rather you be mean than love and lie&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather hear the truth and have to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather take a blow at least then I would know&lt;br /&gt;But baby don't you break my heart slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bridge)&lt;br /&gt;You would run around and lead me on forever&lt;br /&gt;While I wait at home still thinking that we're together&lt;br /&gt;I wanted our love to last forever&lt;br /&gt;I was believing in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather you be mean than love and lie&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather hear the truth and have to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather take a blow at least then I would know&lt;br /&gt;But baby don't you break my heart slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-114326840074528316?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114326840074528316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114326840074528316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114326840074528316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114326840074528316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/03/last-song-syndrome.html' title='LAST SONG SYNDROME'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-114326623801761825</id><published>2006-03-25T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T11:55:59.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTHDAY WISH LIST IN 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love without Fear... Be daring and passionate... To Hell with the consequences! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be somebodys number ONE...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be open to EVERYTHING and attached to NOTHING...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be completely HAPPY...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make more FRIENDS...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lose weight and keep it off this time...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exercise regularly...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Worry less...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never stop learning...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take a vacation...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take more photos...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get an ipod for free!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go on a road trip with no predermined destination...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not care of what other people think...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stand up for myself...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work because I like to, not because I have to...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take a masters degree...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn French...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unleash the woman in me...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do one thing everyday that scares me...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cook more!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop complaining...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn to apply make-up...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Organize my finances...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Invest...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Document my life in pictures...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take time for fun...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn constructive living...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speak up when I know things are wrong...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do 10 things which will make my mom and dad proud of me...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make a difference...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never stop GROWING as a person...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beat my depression... AGAIN!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find the motivation to accomplish my GOAL...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Embrace my CRAZINESS!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find my SOULMATE...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a BOYFRIEND...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To fall in love with someone who loves me as much as I love him...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish my scrapbook...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;See fireflies...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get kissed under the stars...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slow dance under the romantic moon...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kiss in the rain or under a waterfall...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ride in a hot air balloon...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go and see a movie at least twice a month...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Understand VINCE...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be granted the serenity to accept the things that I cannot changed, the courage to change the things I can, and to have the wisdom to know the difference... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sit somewhere with a great VIEW, a great FRIEND, and a damn decent bottle of TEQUILA...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Travel the world!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find someone to share my life with... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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/23865261-114326623801761825?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114326623801761825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114326623801761825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114326623801761825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114326623801761825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/03/birthday-wish-list-in-2006.html' title='BIRTHDAY WISH LIST IN 2006'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-114320592132253775</id><published>2006-03-24T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T12:02:08.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TEN MATERIAL THINGS I WANT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. Black Ipod - 20GB&lt;br /&gt;2. Combination of Gold and Silver Earrings&lt;br /&gt;3. Aqua Di Gio For Women&lt;br /&gt;4. Bags&lt;br /&gt;5. Beautiful Red Sheets&lt;br /&gt;6. Nice Underwear&lt;br /&gt;7. Shoes&lt;br /&gt;8. Hazel Brown Contact Lens&lt;br /&gt;9. Yellow and White Tulips&lt;br /&gt;10. Marc Nelson... Yes... He is a TOY to me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-114320592132253775?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114320592132253775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114320592132253775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114320592132253775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114320592132253775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/03/ten-material-things-i-want.html' title='TEN MATERIAL THINGS I WANT'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-114320552508495041</id><published>2006-03-24T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T14:04:45.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 THING I WILL CONSIDER NAMING MY KIDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;DISCLAIMER: If I dont get to have kids... I'll just get kittens and send them to college...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bianca Ysabelle&lt;br /&gt;2. Anne Ryssa&lt;br /&gt;3. Samantha Gabrielle&lt;br /&gt;4.  Leanne Love&lt;br /&gt;5. Venice Andrea&lt;br /&gt;6. Joaquin Iñigo&lt;br /&gt;7. Vincent Emmanuel&lt;br /&gt;8. Sebastian Gabrielle&lt;br /&gt;9. Raphael Dominique&lt;br /&gt;10. Amsterdam - Hahaha!!! As if i'll have TEN kids... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-114320552508495041?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114320552508495041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114320552508495041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114320552508495041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114320552508495041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/03/10-thing-i-will-consider-naming-my.html' title='10 THING I WILL CONSIDER NAMING MY KIDS'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-114308998077568740</id><published>2006-03-23T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T12:59:40.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PERSONALITY TEST</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E1E1E1" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E1E1E1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/red.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sexy, powerful, and bold.&lt;br /&gt;You're full of passion and energy...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes this passion has a dark side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel most alive when you're seducing someone.&lt;br /&gt;You never fail to get someone's attention.&lt;br /&gt;Quick minded, you're also quick to lose your temper!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/"&gt;The World's Shortest Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-114308998077568740?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114308998077568740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114308998077568740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114308998077568740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114308998077568740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/03/personality-test.html' title='PERSONALITY TEST'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-114308973874675988</id><published>2006-03-23T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T12:55:38.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHARM</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Seduction Style: Sweet Talker&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/sweet-talker.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your seduction technique can be summed up with "charm"&lt;br /&gt;You know that if you have the chance to talk to someone...&lt;br /&gt;Well, you won't be talking for long! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're great at telling potential lovers what they want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;Partially, because you're a great reflective listener and good at complementing.&lt;br /&gt;The other part of your formula? Focusing your conversation completely on the other person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your "sweet talking" ways have taken you far in romance - and in life.&lt;br /&gt;You can finess your way through any difficult situation, with a smile on your face.&lt;br /&gt;Speeding tickets, job interviews... bring it on! You truly live a *charmed life*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Seducer Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-114308973874675988?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114308973874675988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114308973874675988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114308973874675988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114308973874675988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/03/charm.html' title='CHARM'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-114308922968721492</id><published>2006-03-23T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T12:47:09.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW ARE YOU IN LOVE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;How You Are In Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howareyouinlovequiz/rose.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fall in love quickly and easily. And very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give and take equally in relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to get very attached when you're with someone. You want to see your love all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love your partner unconditionally and don't try to make them change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howareyouinlovequiz/"&gt;How Are You In Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-114308922968721492?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114308922968721492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114308922968721492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114308922968721492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114308922968721492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/03/how-are-you-in-love.html' title='HOW ARE YOU IN LOVE?'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-114308899000370934</id><published>2006-03-23T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T12:43:10.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT KIND OF FOOD ARE YOU?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#98FB98" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Mexican Food&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CAFBCA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindoffoodareyouquiz/mexican-food.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spicy yet dependable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pull punches, but people still love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindoffoodareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Food Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-114308899000370934?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114308899000370934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114308899000370934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114308899000370934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114308899000370934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-kind-of-food-are-you.html' title='WHAT KIND OF FOOD ARE YOU?'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-114299581343232155</id><published>2006-03-22T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T10:50:13.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIVE VARIABLE LOVE PROFILE</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Five Variable Love Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivevariablelovetest/love.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Propensity for Monogamy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your propensity for monogamy is low.&lt;br /&gt;You see love as a gift that you should give to many.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for you to imagine being with one person at at time...&lt;br /&gt;Let alone one person for the rest of your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience Level:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your experience level is high.&lt;br /&gt;You've loved, lost, and loved again.&lt;br /&gt;You have had a wide range of love experiences.&lt;br /&gt;And when the real thing comes along, you know it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dominance is low.&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't mean you're a doormat, just balanced.&lt;br /&gt;You know a relationship is not about getting your way.&lt;br /&gt;And you love to give your sweetie a lot of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cynicism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your cynicism is low.&lt;br /&gt;You are an eternal optimist when it comes to love and romance.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many times you've been hurt - you're never bitter.&lt;br /&gt;You believe in one true love, your perfect soulmate.&lt;br /&gt;And if you haven't found true love yet, you know you will soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your independence is medium.&lt;br /&gt;In relationships, you need both "me time" and "we time."&lt;br /&gt;You usually find it easy to be part of a couple.&lt;br /&gt;But occasionally you start to feel a little smothered.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thefivevariablelovetest/"&gt;The Five Variable Love Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-114299581343232155?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114299581343232155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114299581343232155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114299581343232155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114299581343232155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/03/five-variable-love-profile.html' title='FIVE VARIABLE LOVE PROFILE'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-114299214990541360</id><published>2006-03-22T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T09:52:27.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DESTINED TO BE MEN LOSER???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;March 22, 2006… Wednesday… 5:42 am… Living room… In front of my computer… Catching up with a cyber-friend, whom I haven't heard from in a long time, is usually refreshing… Sometimes, it's even amusing, like the one I just had... I put below only the piece that's particularly hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cris: Why u r not getting married?&lt;br /&gt;Sandz: I haven’t found the right man&lt;br /&gt;Cris: Every man u find you lose!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cris: yyyyyyyyyyyyyyy??&lt;br /&gt;Sandz: *ROTFL* Hahaha!!! (Note: I swear I was actually laughing my butt out at this point!)&lt;br /&gt;Sandz: Cris, sorry for laughing…&lt;br /&gt;Sandz: I'm not laughing at you, you know…&lt;br /&gt;Sandz: It's just... You put it all correctly in one sentence… And I find it so funny!&lt;br /&gt;Cris: Ok… Catch u later!&lt;br /&gt;Sandz: Thanks Cris!&lt;br /&gt;Cris: Give me a good news next time…&lt;br /&gt;Cris: Hope everything goes well with you…&lt;br /&gt;Sandz: Wehehe... Cross your finger, my friend!&lt;br /&gt;Cris: I miss you…&lt;br /&gt;Sandz: Mishu!&lt;br /&gt;Cris: God bless you…&lt;br /&gt;Sandz: God bless you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say more? Well, some people may not consider the situation depicted in the conversation above as something you can laugh about. You see, Cris and I rarely chatted, especially after he got married (He sent me the invitation to his wedding, without a return ticket!!! Grrr!!! Hehehe…), and when we did, the same issue will appear: my love life. It sadly seems like our chat sessions were filled with an update of my current, ex, ex-man. No wonder he somehow got the idea that I always lose men. So he brought our conversation to an end with a prayer for my good fortune with -- you guessed -- MEN…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact, I can't argue him! Don't worry, guys, I'm not complaining, for at the same time, the whole situation looks so funny to me (Hmmm, now I understand the term "tragicomical" Wehehe...). I think someone can develop a good movie script out of this. With lots of imagination, of course, Wehehe!!!&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/23865261-114299214990541360?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114299214990541360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114299214990541360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114299214990541360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114299214990541360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/03/destined-to-be-men-loser.html' title='DESTINED TO BE MEN LOSER???'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-114298985521153400</id><published>2006-03-22T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T09:11:55.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW DO PEOPLE SEE YOU?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slow and Steady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdopeopleseeyouquiz/serious.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They expect you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then usually decide against it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdopeopleseeyouquiz/"&gt;How Do People See You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-114298985521153400?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114298985521153400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114298985521153400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114298985521153400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114298985521153400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/03/how-do-people-see-you.html' title='HOW DO PEOPLE SEE YOU?'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-114266429510775220</id><published>2006-03-18T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T14:44:55.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DILEMMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;My body's all worn out but my mind is alright and I think it'll be able to work through the night. But I just want to fall asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-114266429510775220?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114266429510775220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114266429510775220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114266429510775220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114266429510775220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/03/dilemma.html' title='DILEMMA'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-114266205562945613</id><published>2006-03-18T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T14:07:35.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLEEPING HABITS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Every time I wake up late in the afternoon, I can't help but think about what Bryan asked me the other night: &lt;em&gt;"So, whatcha gonna do now? You've only been up 7 hours!"&lt;/em&gt; Hehehe! This is probably why I have sleeping problems. I sleep in so I can't fall asleep early enough at night. Then I get all groggy in the morning when I have to wake up early. Blah! Me and my crappy sleeping habits...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-114266205562945613?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114266205562945613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114266205562945613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114266205562945613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114266205562945613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/03/sleeping-habits.html' title='SLEEPING HABITS'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-114258471736087238</id><published>2006-03-17T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T16:38:37.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW EVIL ARE YOU?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="1" width="450"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="+3"&gt;You are 13% evil&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/satan.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not evil.  Why are you taking this test?  You are a nice person and are always thinking about others.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=14"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-114258471736087238?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114258471736087238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114258471736087238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114258471736087238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114258471736087238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/03/how-evil-are-you.html' title='HOW EVIL ARE YOU?'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-114258317079939965</id><published>2006-03-17T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T16:12:50.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO BE FAMOUS FOR?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="1" width="450"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="+3"&gt;You will be famous for writing a national bestseller&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/bestseller.php?name=SANDZ"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very observant and tend to be the wallflower at parties.  You are intuitive and know just how to communicate everything that you are feeling to those around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=42"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-114258317079939965?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114258317079939965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114258317079939965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114258317079939965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114258317079939965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-are-you-going-to-be-famous-for.html' title='WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO BE FAMOUS FOR?'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-114257932065979171</id><published>2006-03-17T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T15:08:40.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GREAT STUFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;ROMANCE MATHEMATICS&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Smart man + smart woman = romance&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Smart man + dumb woman = affair&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Dumb man + smart woman = marriage&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Dumb man + dumb woman = pregnancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFFICE ARITHMETIC&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Smart boss + smart employee = profit&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Smart boss + dumb employee = production&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Dumb boss + smart employee = promotion&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Dumb boss + dumb employee = overtime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOPPING MATH&lt;br /&gt;&gt;A man will pay $20 for a $10 item he needs.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;A woman will pay $10 for a $20 item that she doesn't need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GENERAL EQUATIONS &amp;amp; STATISTICS&lt;br /&gt;&gt;A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;A successful woman is one who can find such a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPINESS&lt;br /&gt;&gt;To be happy with a man, you must understand him a lot and love him a little.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;To be happy with a woman, you must love her a lot and not try to understand her at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONGEVITY&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Married men live longer than single men do, but married men are a lot more willing to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROPENSITY TO CHANGE&lt;br /&gt;&gt;A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change, and she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCUSSION TECHNIQUE&lt;br /&gt;&gt;A woman has the last word in any argument.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-114257932065979171?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114257932065979171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114257932065979171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114257932065979171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114257932065979171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/03/great-stuff.html' title='GREAT STUFF'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-114257868761826128</id><published>2006-03-17T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T14:58:07.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUI-MUI</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="250"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://petswf.bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/swf/pig" width="250" height="300" quality="high" bgcolor="ffffff" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="clr=0xfddbfa&amp;amp;cn=muimui&amp;amp;an=oopsiedaisies" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/"&gt;adopt your own virtual pet!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-114257868761826128?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114257868761826128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114257868761826128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114257868761826128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114257868761826128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/03/mui-mui.html' title='MUI-MUI'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-114250092397597645</id><published>2006-03-16T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T17:23:28.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FROM DUDE: R-E-A-S-O-N-S</title><content type='html'>Some reasons why i love my dude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to hear your voice. &lt;br /&gt;I love the way you laugh. &lt;br /&gt;I love the way you look when you're sleeping. &lt;br /&gt;I love your body. &lt;br /&gt;I love the way your voice sounds over the phone. &lt;br /&gt;Everytime I look at you, my heart misses a beat. &lt;br /&gt;I have had the time of my life and I owe it all to you. &lt;br /&gt;You are simply irresistible. &lt;br /&gt;I love how you love me. &lt;br /&gt;I love how I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do this all day dude... There are so many reasons why i love you.... Hope this helps when u wonder why i love you....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-114250092397597645?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114250092397597645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114250092397597645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114250092397597645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114250092397597645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/03/from-dude-r-e-s-o-n-s.html' title='FROM DUDE: R-E-A-S-O-N-S'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-114243243824059795</id><published>2006-03-15T22:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T12:17:02.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOUL GUY BESTFRIEND</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;He has been the closest and the most special person to me these past few months... Thanks to Gardens… It paved the way for our paths to cross &amp;amp; get to know each other better... To some, he may seem quite shy while to others, he can be sociable and friendly. But as a friend, he is Sensitive, Caring &amp;amp; Fun to be with... He knows how to carry a good conversation &amp;amp; has some humor in him which are some of the things that i really enjoy most about him. And each day that I spend with him is definitely worth treasuring...&lt;/span&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/23865261-114243243824059795?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114243243824059795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114243243824059795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114243243824059795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114243243824059795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/03/soul-guy-bestfriend.html' title='SOUL GUY BESTFRIEND'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-114243147851922778</id><published>2006-03-15T21:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T22:04:38.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SURVEY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three names you go by:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Allen&lt;br /&gt;Sandz&lt;br /&gt;Sandra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three screen names you have had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Dude&lt;br /&gt;Hunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sweetie (ahemmm...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three physical things you like about yourself:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes&lt;br /&gt;My Lashes&lt;br /&gt;Straight Teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three physical things you don't like about yourself:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaining Weight&lt;br /&gt;Minor Break Outs&lt;br /&gt;Paranoid!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three parts of your heritage:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipina&lt;br /&gt;Cebuana&lt;br /&gt;Spanish (Wehehe!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three things that scare you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Blood&lt;br /&gt;Snakes&lt;br /&gt;Ghosts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three of your everyday essentials:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Patience&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three of your favorite musical artists:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three of your favorite songs:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy For You&lt;br /&gt;Once In A Lifetime&lt;br /&gt;Heart of Mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three things you want in a relationship:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROMANCE&lt;br /&gt;Sincerity/Trust&lt;br /&gt;Thoughtfulness (haaaay naman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three lies and truths in no particular order:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIES:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise i'll make it work (Oh, that's bull!)&lt;br /&gt;There is nobody else (Talk about crap!!!)&lt;br /&gt;You're a necessity (Even more bull!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRUTH:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men will always be boys.&lt;br /&gt;Don't eat shellfish for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Chocnut is far better than having a lovelife! (Wehehe!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tree physical things about the opposite sex that appeals to you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes&lt;br /&gt;Smile&lt;br /&gt;Teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three of your favorite hobbies:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texting&lt;br /&gt;Blogging&lt;br /&gt;Shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three things you want to do really badly now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be ridiculously rich (Hahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;Lose 10 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss somebody (Hmmm...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three careers you're considering/you've considered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Clinical Psychologist&lt;br /&gt;Be a tough Lawyer&lt;br /&gt;Become someone's someone (Shesssh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three places you want to go on vacation:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boracay&lt;br /&gt;Italy&lt;br /&gt;Dubai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three kid's names you like:&lt;br /&gt;GIRL:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bianca Ysabelle&lt;br /&gt;Andrea Nicole&lt;br /&gt;Anne Ryssa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Joaquin Iñigo&lt;br /&gt;Vincent Emmanuel&lt;br /&gt;Marcus Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three things you want to do before you die:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Buy Papa a BMW Sports Coupe...&lt;br /&gt;Build a beautiful garden for Mama...&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice family living in a nice house with a balcony...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three celeb crushes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Marc Nelson&lt;br /&gt;Marc Nelson&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did i mention Marc Nelson?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-114243147851922778?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114243147851922778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114243147851922778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114243147851922778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114243147851922778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/03/survey.html' title='SURVEY'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-114239440298428600</id><published>2006-03-15T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T22:26:02.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pinakagusto mo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chocolates&lt;br /&gt;cakes&lt;br /&gt;anything sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pinakaayaw mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ampalaya&lt;br /&gt;okra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pinakakinaiinisan mo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insensitivity&lt;br /&gt;people who are assuming (lalo na pagdi ka kinausap at bigla na lang nainis o nagalit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ano ang pinakapinagpapasensyahan mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ignorance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ang taong mahal mo ay...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mabait&lt;br /&gt;funny&lt;br /&gt;very much taken... (even if i move heaven and earth... heaven won't let me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ang nakakapagpangiti syo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chocnut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ang nakakasira ng araw mo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too much pressure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ang nakakapagpatawa syo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;marami... mga taong napagtitripan ko pagtawanan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ang nakakapagpakaba syo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;awkward moments of silence&lt;br /&gt;uhmmm anti-platonic gestures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ang ayaw mo sa sarili mo ay...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;medyo tatanga-tanga boplog sa mga taong akala ko pwede pagkatiwalaan&lt;br /&gt;engot sa pag-ibig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ang gusto mo sa sarili mo ay...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know who my real friends are&lt;br /&gt;i dont blame other people&lt;br /&gt;i admit my mistakes (dapat lang sabihin muna sakin hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;masaya ka...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i get a job done well&lt;br /&gt;when i make others happy&lt;br /&gt;when i spend time with the person i want to spend forever with (future tense... ibig sabihin malalaman pa natin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mga bagay na di mo makakalimutan...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first kiss&lt;br /&gt;the painting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-114239440298428600?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114239440298428600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114239440298428600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114239440298428600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114239440298428600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/03/list.html' title='LIST'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-114239009787884100</id><published>2006-03-15T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T10:35:20.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HUNNY...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;He has got to be the greatest addiction I've ever acquired... And it grows everyday!!!&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/23865261-114239009787884100?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114239009787884100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114239009787884100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114239009787884100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114239009787884100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/03/hunny.html' title='HUNNY...'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-114217315907373370</id><published>2006-03-12T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T22:19:19.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT'S THE BEST MAKE OUT SONG IN THE UNIVERSE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The best make out song in the universe is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy For You by Madonna!&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/23865261-114217315907373370?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114217315907373370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114217315907373370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114217315907373370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114217315907373370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/03/whats-best-make-out-song-in-universe.html' title='WHAT&apos;S THE BEST MAKE OUT SONG IN THE UNIVERSE?'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-114217233423587955</id><published>2006-03-12T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T22:05:34.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M TIRED...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'ts 1:05 in the morning... I'm fast becoming an insomiac... I want to break free from thinking about things... I need a break!!! I just want to be in a place where I could just have temporary amneseia... I can't sleep from things that bother me... If only I could be given the liberty to sit down and think rather than have all these thoughts and predicaments imposed upon me... They don't understand... They cant see it my way... The only person who truly understands... Could not grasp anything (clueless?!!) Well anyway, I've got to find a way to handle this by myself... I need to be productive to be able to generate ideas on how to give the right solution to the million things on my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rest upon God's knee and let His will be done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&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/23865261-114217233423587955?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114217233423587955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114217233423587955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114217233423587955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114217233423587955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-tired.html' title='I&apos;M TIRED...'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-114217151535324422</id><published>2006-03-12T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T21:51:55.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TERMS OF ENDEARMENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Okay... from lack of more productive things in mind... We decided to call each other "Sweet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... just for the heck of it. We even tested it out. Shesssh... that's what happens to two deranged friends who just thought it would be nice to call some other person a sappy name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What now? Oh yeeeah, i forgot... these are the terms for 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brokeback - dang! its the breakthrough of the mid millenium hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rustom - its the "IT" word for confessing publicly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh  I forgot... I need to do things tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makikita ko nanaman si Marshmallow... Badtrip!!!&lt;/span&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/23865261-114217151535324422?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114217151535324422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114217151535324422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114217151535324422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114217151535324422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/03/terms-of-endearment.html' title='TERMS OF ENDEARMENT'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-114217093505309222</id><published>2006-03-12T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T21:42:15.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEAR WITH ME...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Pain is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing the words "please stay"&lt;br /&gt;when actions say "you must go"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having him whisper "i love you"&lt;br /&gt;to my earwhile seeing another person in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promising he will never leave&lt;br /&gt;when we both know tomorrow is a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing "i'm yours"&lt;br /&gt;when in reality "he is never mine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him telling me i make him happy&lt;br /&gt;only to find out his happiness lie elsewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him saying "you're beautiful..."&lt;br /&gt;yet he dreams about another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling him "im okay"&lt;br /&gt;when my heart cries out " i dont deserve this"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promising i wont hurt&lt;br /&gt;while gently dying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying " i dont care"&lt;br /&gt;while my eyes try to hide the tears...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-114217093505309222?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114217093505309222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114217093505309222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114217093505309222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114217093505309222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/03/bear-with-me.html' title='BEAR WITH ME...'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-114208762582841179</id><published>2006-03-11T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T22:36:55.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SILENT LAUGHTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sandz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be under the covers now and I want you to know that I meant every word I said and how I said it at that moment though it would be more appropriate in another place and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wont hear those things often from me, but you'll feel it. You'll see it. You'll know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont expect anything, I wont demand for more than what you're willing to give. I will understand why you cant, why you won't and why you could not.. But I hope I don't get used to that. If there was another way Im sure you'll take it. But for now, just the hope of this working will be enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for SMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Martin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-114208762582841179?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114208762582841179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114208762582841179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114208762582841179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114208762582841179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/03/silent-laughter.html' title='SILENT LAUGHTER'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-114208699092728144</id><published>2006-03-11T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T21:37:20.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIGHLIGHT: JOEY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nakasalubong ko si... Joey... Single. Cute pa din... Hmmm... He was the reason why I ended up with ex. So that's beyond the point now!!! Hahaha... Basta cute sya and he was glad to see me... He kinda resembled a pink salty egg when i called out his name hehehe!!! Ciempre... Glad ang babaeng ito kasi may effect pa pala ako sa kanyang ganun... Hahaha!!! Wala lang...&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/23865261-114208699092728144?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114208699092728144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114208699092728144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114208699092728144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114208699092728144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/03/highlight-joey.html' title='HIGHLIGHT: JOEY'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-114208616527165652</id><published>2006-03-11T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T22:11:08.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IN LOVE KA KAPAG...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;...hindi mo na maipagkaila sa sarili mo na nasasaktan ka na.&lt;br /&gt;...anuman ang pigil mo ay naaapektuhan ka na din.&lt;br /&gt;...tila may kumukurot sa iyong puso kapag hindi OK ang lahat.&lt;br /&gt;...nag-aalala ka at nagtatampo kahit sa simpleng bagay lang.&lt;br /&gt;...may mga bagay na hindi mo maipaliwanag.&lt;br /&gt;...madaling kang masaktan ngunit madali ring magpatawad.&lt;br /&gt;...kaya mong magsakripisyo para don.&lt;br /&gt;...naniniwala ka na lilipas din ang lungkot...madaling umunawa.&lt;br /&gt;...masarap ang pakiramdam kahit na pasaway, wehehe!&lt;br /&gt;...nagiging matapang ang duwag!&lt;br /&gt;...masaya ka kahit malungkot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-114208616527165652?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114208616527165652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114208616527165652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114208616527165652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114208616527165652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/03/in-love-ka-kapag.html' title='IN LOVE KA KAPAG...'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-114208523344544283</id><published>2006-03-11T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T21:59:24.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IN LOVE KA BA?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The question caught me by surprise... Maybe i AM maybe im NOT... With whom? *Hahaha!* Oh well... That's the billion dollar question that I gotta find an answer to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i want? Somebody reliable... I need a hug almost everyday just for the heck of it... Maybe somebody whose cool whenever I have this unbelievable trip to be somewhere else... He's gotta be someone who lets me go BUT who could always make me stay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, even if I feel that I've been trippin on him for quite some time now (a record breaker) the guy couldn't hold me down... Well he will never think of that anyway... Oh well... or I could just... Naaaah never mind... I'm in no hurry anyway... A great person is always on my mind now (Sheeesh, so here we go again!) Hmmm... He's everything and more... Oh well...&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/23865261-114208523344544283?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114208523344544283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114208523344544283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114208523344544283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114208523344544283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/03/in-love-ka-ba.html' title='IN LOVE KA BA?'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-114208288891370370</id><published>2006-03-11T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T21:36:47.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT I REFUSE TO DO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;1. Stress on things that wont happen.&lt;br /&gt;2. Apologize for being me.&lt;br /&gt;3. Stop learning.&lt;br /&gt;4. Stop living.&lt;br /&gt;5. Stop loving.&lt;br /&gt;6. Stand here waiting.&lt;br /&gt;7. Let people who make me feel bad get to me.&lt;br /&gt;8. Listen to the voice that says "you cant"...&lt;br /&gt;9. Stay in a situation where i'd feel lost...&lt;br /&gt;10. Make myself fall in love (again?) with P... (He is very much taken... Even if I move heaven and earth... Heaven won't let me...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23865261-114208288891370370?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114208288891370370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114208288891370370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114208288891370370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114208288891370370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-i-refuse-to-do.html' title='WHAT I REFUSE TO DO...'/><author><name>Oopsiedaisies</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23865261.post-114208180685801589</id><published>2006-03-11T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T22:00:54.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAST TIME YOU SAID --- AND MEAN IT / LIED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"I LOVE YOU"&lt;br /&gt;minutes ago with carlo (as a good friend)&lt;br /&gt;i dont lie about loving"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'M SORRY"&lt;br /&gt;weeks ago with uhhhm...&lt;br /&gt;this afternoon when i got accidentally hit by a rushing shopper (ako pa nagsorry)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'M FINE"&lt;br /&gt;exactly a year ago&lt;br /&gt;during the party when my lola asked me if i was okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I HATE YOU"&lt;br /&gt;three nights ago but i only muttered the words to myself...&lt;br /&gt;seven months ago with Ry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THANK YOU"&lt;br /&gt;i always mean those words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU'RE GOOD"&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... this evening when i told baby allona that she sang good...&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... three years ago i think... hmmm... it wasnt that good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I LIKE THIS"&lt;br /&gt;this afternoon when i went shopping in Glorietta...&lt;br /&gt;i dunno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/23865261-114208180685801589?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114208180685801589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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WISDOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The measure of a man is not in the grandest of his promises but in the fulfillment of his word. trust depends on things that are actually DONE not pledged.&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/23865261-114208103111945995?l=oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oopsie-daisies.blogspot.com/feeds/114208103111945995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23865261&amp;postID=114208103111945995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23865261/posts/default/114208103111945995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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