<?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-26392203</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:56:55.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the cosmopolitan moonlady</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kangy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300046723419672441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-414.friendster.com/e1/photos/41/45/3605414/953675294l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26392203.post-116341369942053383</id><published>2006-11-13T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:29:33.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quizzes gallore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Summer Anthem is Don't Cha by The Pussycat Dolls&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/whatsyour2005summeranthemquiz/dont-cha.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?&lt;br /&gt;Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?&lt;br /&gt;Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me?&lt;br /&gt;Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your summer forecast: freaky and full of drama!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyour2005summeranthemquiz/"&gt;What's Your 2005 Summer Anthem?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Style is Eros&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/whatsyourlovestylequiz/eros.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, love is all about the passion!&lt;br /&gt;And chances are, you're currently in love.&lt;br /&gt;You have a strong physical response to love...&lt;br /&gt;And you are great at committing &lt;br /&gt;(As long as the person makes your toes curl!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourlovestylequiz/"&gt;What's Your Love Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Vocabulary Score: A-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsyourvocabularyquiz/vocab.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations on your multifarious vocabulary!&lt;br /&gt;You must be quite an erudite person.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsyourvocabularyquiz/"&gt;How's Your Vocabulary?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your 2005 Song Is&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/whathitsongof2005areyouquiz/hung-up.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=CkIfgYlVpZA&amp;offerid=99176.467947971&amp;type=10&amp;subid="&gt;Hung Up&lt;/a&gt; by Madonna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Every little thing that you say or do&lt;br /&gt;I'm hung up&lt;br /&gt;I'm hung up on you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be rockin' in the New Year in your croch-o-tard!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whathitsongof2005areyouquiz/"&gt;What Hit Song of 2005 Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#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: Prized Object&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/prized-object.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seduction game you play is tried, true, and still effective: hard to get.&lt;br /&gt;You know that the best seducers turn the tables - and get their crush to seduce them.&lt;br /&gt;The one running has the power, and you're a challenge that is worth the chase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a master of enticing and pulling back. Giving a little and taking some away.&lt;br /&gt;You are controlled enough to know rewards come after a long seduction dance.&lt;br /&gt;Even though you want to call, email, or say "I love you" first - you don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're style is the perfect mix of hot and cold - so much so that you have many suitors.&lt;br /&gt;Think Holly Golightly from Breakfast at Tiffany's ... or any of those creepy guys from the Bachelor.&lt;br /&gt;You're skilled at inspiring a chase. The real test is picking the person to slow down for.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pesto Pizza&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/whatsyourpizzapersonalityquiz/pesto-pizza.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adventurous and hedonistic.&lt;br /&gt;You live for new experiences and tastes&lt;br /&gt;And you're not the type to have your pizza the same way twice&lt;br /&gt;If they can put it on pizza, you're up for trying 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/whatsyourpizzapersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's Your Pizza Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Ideal Relationship is Marriage&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/marriage.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've dated enough to know what you want.&lt;br /&gt;And that's marriage - with the right person.&lt;br /&gt;You're serious about settling down some time soon.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you haven't met the person you want to get hitched to!&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;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO WOULD'VE THOUGHT? non-believers... you'd better start eating your feet off!!! hahahaahahaaa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Theme Song is Back in Black by AC/DC&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/whatsyourthemesongquiz/back-in-black.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Back in black, I hit the sack,&lt;br /&gt;I've been too long, I'm glad to be back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things sometimes get really crazy for you, and sometimes you have to get away from all the chaos.&lt;br /&gt;But each time you stage your comeback, it's even better than the last!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourthemesongquiz/"&gt;What's Your Theme Song?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Freedom Rocker!&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/whatkindofrockerareyouquiz/freedom-rocker.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're stuck in the 70s - for better or worse&lt;br /&gt;Crazy hair, pot soaked clothes, and tons of groupies&lt;br /&gt;Your kind showed the world how to rock&lt;br /&gt;Is that freedom rock?... Well turn it up man!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofrockerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Rocker Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" 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 The Lovers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattarotcardareyouquiz/lovers.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You represent ideal love: innocence, trust, exhilaration and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You demonstrate the harmony of opposites, two sides coming together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you also represent the struggle between what is right and what is tempting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Control is an issue for you, especially when you don't know your reasons for choosing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fortune:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have an important choice you need to make about love, and it will be a difficult choice to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are likely struggling between the love you crave and the love that is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, you will choose what you crave, even if it's bad for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because without what you crave, you will feel empty and incomplete.&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/whattarotcardareyouquiz/"&gt;What Tarot Card Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Rum&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/whatalcoholicdrinkareyouquiz/rum.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the life of the party, and a total flirt&lt;br /&gt;You are also pretty picky about what you drink&lt;br /&gt;Only the finest labels and best mixed cocktails will do&lt;br /&gt;Except if you're dieting - then it's Diet Coke and Bicardi all the way&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatalcoholicdrinkareyouquiz/"&gt;What Alcoholic Drink Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHA! quizzzzzzzzzzz :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&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/26392203-116341369942053383?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/116341369942053383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=116341369942053383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/116341369942053383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/116341369942053383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/2006/11/quizzes-gallore.html' title='quizzes gallore!'/><author><name>kangy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300046723419672441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-414.friendster.com/e1/photos/41/45/3605414/953675294l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26392203.post-116277705754377989</id><published>2006-11-06T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T09:37:37.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the first day high</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 5 am, and slept again. i actually woke up at 6 am, not giving importance to this day-having a sucky night last night... but we will delve on that topic later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there. i bathed, drank water, put on perfume and waited for my cousin, kuya kamme-who i love by the way :) to drive me to school. it was uber traffic, a jeep broke down near the entrance to inviernes and pesky tricycles hogged the road... cars moved slowly along the entrance to malaca?ang... but i wasn't late. i bumped into mae on the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the thing... i went to my first class... lo and behold... my first prof... for dental materials laboratory... dr. bernadette saret. the professor who failed me.&lt;br /&gt;RAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGEEEEEE!!!! *does hard gay moves* my eyes shone with anger... i was really pissed... no... i was fucking pissed! imagine, seeing the devil in a scrubsuit! if i had cat claws... i'd scratch her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... since we have a break from 8:30-10:30, i'm spending it with myk, carl and roy... loyal comrades- in boredom and academic frenzy, we're in an internet shop in casa nena- a building near the school. why 8:30 you ask? because dr. saret left early... lazy biatch... she just got our attendance and fled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh blogging in the morning :) nice... i missed this! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to come later :D&lt;br /&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/26392203-116277705754377989?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/116277705754377989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=116277705754377989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/116277705754377989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/116277705754377989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/2006/11/first-day-high.html' title='the first day high'/><author><name>kangy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300046723419672441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-414.friendster.com/e1/photos/41/45/3605414/953675294l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26392203.post-116257323523124773</id><published>2006-11-04T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T01:00:35.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovely and lame... rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song reminded me of my special someone :) i remember that this video premiered in myx back when our minds weren't made up yet. i watched it and thought... hey trying-hard usher... i even cracked up. i thought the lyrics were korean since this rain fellow was a korean heart-throb, but this song is actually japanese. this song showed up a lot and i found myself drwan to it. when i finally decided. i LIKE this song... even if it is popular... i researched the translation... wow. it has a "make you feel my love" and "akin ka na lang" vibe to it... i am relishing the song right now... this one's for us, sano :) &lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;MY THANKS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kpopper.com/forums/lyrics/10030-rain-move-romanized-translated-lyrics.html?s=1bb36ad46246ca9f2edb0afb761dc919"&gt;thank you!!! click on this link to see website where i got this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com"&gt;thank you youtube for satisfying my cravings... even the novelty ones&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aVkqrC3V3pk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aVkqrC3V3pk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rain - Move On (romanized)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mo-Na ka naide kureyo Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modoru kotonai kareomacheu Kokoro tojashite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bokuno me waichudemo kimiomiteruyo Hurimuite kureruto kimade jeutto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move on Oh Move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mo-Yametokina Karewamodoranai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your heart Baby Kokorohiraite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one to hold you tight,&lt;br /&gt;Be the one you wait for every night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icheumademo sonohitono kawarini iteageru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be right by your side,&lt;br /&gt;No I know talk it all (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiminiya kusokuseu rukara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munesimecheukerareru kimochi Bokumoonajisa Motomeau tokiyumemite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiminokokoro Oima umerareru Noga jibunjyanaino gacheurainosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move on Oh Move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mo-Yametokina Karewamodoranai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your heart Baby Tokiokoete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one to hold you tight,&lt;br /&gt;Be the one you wait for every night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your heart Baby Kokorohiraite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one to hold you tight,&lt;br /&gt;Be the one you wait for every night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icheumademo sonohitono kawarini iteageru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be right by your side,&lt;br /&gt;No I know talk it all (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiminiya kusokuseu rukara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KiminokokoroNo seukimanisotto bokuomicheuketeyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanasimaseru Kotowanaisa Kimiomamoruyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So give me your chance yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one to hold you tight,&lt;br /&gt;Be the one you wait for every night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icheumademo sonohitono kawarini iteageru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be right by your side,&lt;br /&gt;No I know talk it all (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiminiya kusokuseu rukara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one to hold you tight,&lt;br /&gt;Be the one you wait for every night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icheumademo sonohitono kawarini iteageru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be right by your side,&lt;br /&gt;No I know talk it all (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiminiya kusokuseu rukara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one to hold you tight,&lt;br /&gt;Be the one you wait for every night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icheumademo sonohitono kawarini iteageru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be right by your side,&lt;br /&gt;No I know talk it all (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiminiya kusokuseu rukara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source of Japanese to Korean: doqtu84 of soompi.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romanized by oct23ria of http://kpopper.com Please give the proper credits when posting this elsewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rain - Move On (translated)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry for him anymore, girl&lt;br /&gt;You shut your heart, only to wait for someone who is never returning&lt;br /&gt;My eyes has always been on you, no matter when&lt;br /&gt;Until the day you turn back for me, forever, forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move on, oh, move on&lt;br /&gt;It's time to let go&lt;br /&gt;He will not be coming back&lt;br /&gt;Open your heart baby,&lt;br /&gt;Open the heart which you've shut tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one to hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;Be the one you wait for every night&lt;br /&gt;No matter until when, I will take the place of that person and stay by your side&lt;br /&gt;I will always be right by your side instead of that man&lt;br /&gt;I will always be right by your side&lt;br /&gt;Make you the promise of eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feeling of heart-wrenching pain, am I not feeling the same pain too?&lt;br /&gt;I dream of seeking out each other with you&lt;br /&gt;The person who has filled out your heart now is not me...&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I think of that, I feel the heart-wrenching pain again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move on, oh, move on&lt;br /&gt;It's time to let go&lt;br /&gt;He will not be coming back&lt;br /&gt;Move on, oh, move on&lt;br /&gt;Stride past this period of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discover my existence secretly in that vast emptiness of your heart&lt;br /&gt;I will always stay by your side,&lt;br /&gt;I will never let your feel sad again&lt;br /&gt;So give me your chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jp to Ch: ca0825 @ biwithrain&lt;br /&gt;Ch to Eng: Rayndrop&lt;br /&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/26392203-116257323523124773?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://photos-414.friendster.com/e1/photos/41/45/3605414/953675294l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26392203.post-116226886232047301</id><published>2006-10-31T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T12:27:42.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>p.s i love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i liked moonstar88's version of the song, and i liked this one too, nyoy volante... i like... no LOVE this song. this is a follow up to the make me whole entry... and it's for the same person too :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED: MUSH FACTOR HIGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay pareng nyoy... mp3 stream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/UjLJHkIIw7/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/UjLJHkIIw7/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa tropang moonstar... vid! because the video is charming :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0ekEz90FmGY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0ekEz90FmGY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits:&lt;br /&gt;www.imeem.com&lt;br /&gt;www.youtube.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26392203-116226886232047301?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/116226886232047301/comments/default' 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src='http://photos-414.friendster.com/e1/photos/41/45/3605414/953675294l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26392203.post-116226793894013732</id><published>2006-10-31T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T12:12:18.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>para kay michaelangelo</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt; WARNING: HIGH LEVEL MUSH FACTOR!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have been warned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dearest, i know we've dedicated probably a million songs for each other. you know how bubblegum-pop-type-of-a-sheila i can be... of all the songs, maybe this concretizes how i look at you... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amel Larrieux&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Title: Make Me Whole &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling I want you to listen&lt;br /&gt;I stayed up all night, so I could get this thing right&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think there's anything missing&lt;br /&gt;Cause a person like you, made it easy to do&lt;br /&gt;I've waited for so long, to sing to you this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause your eyes are the windows to heaven&lt;br /&gt;Your smile could heal a million souls&lt;br /&gt;Your love completes my existence&lt;br /&gt;You're the other half that makes me whole&lt;br /&gt;You're the only other half that makes me whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the angels are your brothers&lt;br /&gt;They told you about me, said you're just what she needs&lt;br /&gt;And I find myself thanking your mother&lt;br /&gt;For giving birth to a saint&lt;br /&gt;My spirit flies when I say your name&lt;br /&gt;If there's one thing that's true&lt;br /&gt;It's that I was born to love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause your eyes are the windows to heaven&lt;br /&gt;Your smile could heal a million souls&lt;br /&gt;Your love completes my existence&lt;br /&gt;You're the other half that makes me whole&lt;br /&gt;You're the only other half that makes me whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Come true over and, over again&lt;br /&gt;And I honestly truly believe&lt;br /&gt;You and me are written in the stars&lt;br /&gt;I live my whole life through&lt;br /&gt;To giving thanks to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause your eyes are the windows to heaven&lt;br /&gt;Your smile could heal a million souls&lt;br /&gt;Your love completes my existence&lt;br /&gt;You're the other half that makes me whole&lt;br /&gt;You're the only other half that makes me whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/IPWC4SI37i/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/IPWC4SI37i/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26392203-116226793894013732?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/116226793894013732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=116226793894013732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/116226793894013732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/116226793894013732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/2006/10/para-kay-michaelangelo.html' title='para kay michaelangelo'/><author><name>kangy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300046723419672441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-414.friendster.com/e1/photos/41/45/3605414/953675294l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26392203.post-116217930923845130</id><published>2006-10-30T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T11:35:09.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hot hot hot :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Passion is Yellow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourpassionquiz/yellow-passion.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a total sexual shape shifter.&lt;br /&gt;You possess a complex sex drive and are very adaptable.&lt;br /&gt;Of all the colors, you are the most likely to be bisexual.&lt;br /&gt;While you the most passionate, you are very open minded.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourpassionquiz/"&gt;What Color Is Your Passion?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;satisfied? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26392203-116217930923845130?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/116217930923845130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=116217930923845130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/116217930923845130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/116217930923845130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/2006/10/hot-hot-hot-d.html' title='hot hot hot :D'/><author><name>kangy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300046723419672441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-414.friendster.com/e1/photos/41/45/3605414/953675294l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26392203.post-116217856823658148</id><published>2006-10-30T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T11:22:48.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hohoho. does that make me a hot tamale? :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A0CDFF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Stripper Song Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C6E1FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsongshouldyoustriptoquiz/dancer.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/stat?id=CkIfgYlVpZA&amp;offerid=99176&amp;type=3&amp;subid=0&amp;tmpid=1826&amp;RD_PARM1=http%253A%252F%252Fphobos.apple.com%252FWebObjects%252FMZStore.woa%252Fwa%252FviewAlbum%253FselectedItemId%253D112292%2526playListId%253D112294%2526s%253D143441%26partnerId%3D30"&gt;Closer&lt;/a&gt; by Nine Inch Nails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you&lt;br /&gt;You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you&lt;br /&gt;Help me I broke apart my insides, help me I?ve got no&lt;br /&gt;Soul to tell"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you dance, it's a little scary - and a lot sexy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsongshouldyoustriptoquiz/"&gt;What Song Should You Strip To?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMPLETE LYRICS OF CLOSER by NINE INCH NAILS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You let me violate you. You let me desecrate you&lt;br /&gt;You let me penetrate you. You let me complicate you&lt;br /&gt;Help me I broke apart my insides. Help me I've got no soul to sell&lt;br /&gt;Help me the only thing that works for me. Help me get away from myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to fuck you like an animal&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel you from the inside&lt;br /&gt;I want to fuck you like an animal&lt;br /&gt;My whole existence is flawed&lt;br /&gt;You get me closer to god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can have my isolation. You can have the hate that it brings&lt;br /&gt;You can have my absence of faith. You can have my everything&lt;br /&gt;Help me you tear down my reason. Help me it's your sex I can smell&lt;br /&gt;Help me you make me perfect. Help me become somebody else &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to fuck you like an animal&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel you from the inside&lt;br /&gt;I want to fuck you like an animal&lt;br /&gt;My whole existence is flawed&lt;br /&gt;You get me closer to god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through every forest, above the trees&lt;br /&gt;Within my stomach. Scraped off my knees&lt;br /&gt;I drink the honey inside your hive&lt;br /&gt;You are the reason I stay alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;am i that primal????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26392203-116217856823658148?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/116217856823658148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=116217856823658148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/116217856823658148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/116217856823658148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/2006/10/hohoho-does-that-make-me-hot-tamale.html' title='hohoho. does that make me a hot tamale? :)'/><author><name>kangy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300046723419672441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-414.friendster.com/e1/photos/41/45/3605414/953675294l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26392203.post-116087132706253158</id><published>2006-10-15T07:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T08:15:27.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>delayed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many things have been happening in my life in the past... weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i'm turning 19 in 5 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i might repeat a subject: ORAL ANATOMY. and to think future dentists are supposed to breeze through this shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- cigarette cravings directly proportional to caffine cravings... i want a stick and a sip... sounds dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i'm assuming mom is experiencing withdrawal symptoms- she hasn't snapped out yet... but i reckon she will start snapping out on me as soon as she sees my oral anatomy grades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- LOOK- i'm paranoid. i'm actually thinking about a grade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i miss my classmates VERY MUCH. and i miss the weekly financial benefit i get from being a student... money, money, money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- one good thing in my life right now... besides the fact that i am alive, complete with four limbs, sleeping on a soft bed, eating normal meals... &lt;strong&gt;life is good because of a four-letter name... you know who you are, love :) &lt;/strong&gt; thank you god for letting me meet sanosuke sagara in this lifetime. now i know that "kitsune are not meant to wonder in this world alone" :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- have been very quiet and giddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- in anticipation of many forthcoming events. gigs, swim parties, my party... :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- if i could teach the world to sing... i would. i would teach it to sing the great robert mesta marley's "POSITIVE VIBRATION"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- will be posting regular smart posts again when i get my sip and stick :) &lt;br /&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/26392203-116087132706253158?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/116087132706253158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=116087132706253158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/116087132706253158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/116087132706253158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/2006/10/delayed.html' title='delayed?'/><author><name>kangy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300046723419672441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-414.friendster.com/e1/photos/41/45/3605414/953675294l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26392203.post-115862813491505215</id><published>2006-09-19T08:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T09:08:57.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some shows that i love... intros only</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the opening of one of my favorite animations of all time, daria. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f3tzc4Gm9Bw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f3tzc4Gm9Bw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;she might strike some people as nerdy and well, geeky. but really, daria is one of the most relatable characters on the tube... well that's when the show aired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0jRPRs1jiKE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0jRPRs1jiKE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;another one, ghostwriter.&lt;br /&gt;probably the only multiracial show that made kids make want to utilize their imagination and the show that endorses writing and unity. what's not to love?&lt;br /&gt;the story is about a ghost who chooses teenagers to solve modern day crime cases. (it's like csi without the blood, wrinkles and centrifugation) the ghost can't speak or materialize in a human form- he can only get letters, spell out and light up. so if the kids ever want to speak to him, or send out messages- all they have to do is write... the only kids who can see him are the ones he chooses. i used to love this show! i even got my cousins to pretend with me. we had our own notebooks and pens! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK!: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N1ENxt2l7AY &lt;br /&gt;the tagalog opening of MY FAVORITE ANIME EVER. &lt;br /&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/26392203-115862813491505215?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/115862813491505215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=115862813491505215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/115862813491505215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/115862813491505215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/2006/09/some-shows-that-i-love-intros-only.html' title='some shows that i love... intros only'/><author><name>kangy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300046723419672441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-414.friendster.com/e1/photos/41/45/3605414/953675294l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26392203.post-115805350729751146</id><published>2006-09-12T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T17:33:50.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>daria theme song... my alter ego</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;This is my stuff&lt;br /&gt;Got to get off&lt;br /&gt;I might go pop&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, Excuse me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to be direct&lt;br /&gt;la la la&lt;br /&gt;If I'm off, please correct&lt;br /&gt;la la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're standing on my neck&lt;br /&gt;Look right through me&lt;br /&gt;Say I'm gloomy&lt;br /&gt;Well so sue me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, excuse me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to be direct&lt;br /&gt;la la la&lt;br /&gt;Its like a big train wreck&lt;br /&gt;la la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're standing on my neck&lt;br /&gt;la la la&lt;br /&gt;You're standing on my neck&lt;br /&gt;la la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're standing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is like I planned it&lt;br /&gt;So funny I can't stand it&lt;br /&gt;Wish I was made of granite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be on another planet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my stop&lt;br /&gt;I've got to get off&lt;br /&gt;I might go pop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, excuse me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to be direct&lt;br /&gt;la la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm off please correct&lt;br /&gt;la la la&lt;br /&gt;Your stadning on my neck&lt;br /&gt;la la la&lt;br /&gt;You standing on my neck&lt;br /&gt;la la la&lt;br /&gt;Your standing on my neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la la la la la X15 or till end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26392203-115805350729751146?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/115805350729751146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=115805350729751146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/115805350729751146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/115805350729751146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/2006/09/daria-theme-song-my-alter-ego.html' title='daria theme song... my alter ego'/><author><name>kangy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300046723419672441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-414.friendster.com/e1/photos/41/45/3605414/953675294l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26392203.post-115797186177892258</id><published>2006-09-11T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T18:51:01.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE TSUKUBA AUTOGRAPH BOOK QUESTIONS TO SINK YOUR TEETH INTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ABOUT YOURSELF&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye color: Dark brown&lt;br /&gt;Hair color: Black with brown highlights&lt;br /&gt;Piercing: 2. both ears&lt;br /&gt;Tattoos: i have a birthmark on my butt- does that count?&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend/Girlfriend: people close to me know :)&lt;br /&gt;Overused phrase: paredude, steady lang and ikaw bahala- dito lang ako. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITES&lt;br /&gt;Food: Japanese(chicken karege, gyoza and sukiyaki), korean (dolsot bibimbap), italian (pizza and pasta), PINOY!&lt;br /&gt;Candy: altoids, those sour belt candies at candy corner. chocolate: anything with truffles, white chocolate is nice too. &lt;br /&gt;Number: 7&lt;br /&gt;Color: YELLOW&lt;br /&gt;Animal: cats! i like siamese looking cats&lt;br /&gt;Drink: ice cold WATER. &lt;br /&gt;Alcoholic drink: bailey's (OBVIOUSLY)&lt;br /&gt;Letter: A&lt;br /&gt;Body part of opposite sex: honestly. HANDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS OR THAT&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: the diet variety of both&lt;br /&gt;McDonalds or Jollibee: jollibee, even if mcdo is more accesible&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry or watermelon: watermelon&lt;br /&gt;Hot tea or iced tea: hot green tea, made by a tea mistress&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or vanilla: vanilla. i resort to chocolate when i'm depressed&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate or coffee: coffee&lt;br /&gt;Kiss or hug: KISS... in the rain or some secluded place&lt;br /&gt;Dog or cat: CATS!!!! kitties rule!&lt;br /&gt;Rap or punk: Punk (REGGAE)&lt;br /&gt;Summer or rainy season: i love the rain! but summer spent with friends is hella fun :D&lt;br /&gt;Scary movies SCARY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR…&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime: during holidays: 4 am, during weekdays: 11 pm&lt;br /&gt;Most missed memory: partying with high school friends; LAIYA- college friends&lt;br /&gt;Best physical feature: face &lt;br /&gt;First thought after waking up: i want to color my hair chocolate brown&lt;br /&gt;Goal for this year: write a lot of poetry and lose weight&lt;br /&gt;Weakness: SALT AND VINEGAR KETTLE CHIPS, video games, books, boys who are witty, musicians, shopping, PARTIES&lt;br /&gt;Fears: high places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU…&lt;br /&gt;Ever drank: YES&lt;br /&gt;Ever smoked: of course. stress reliever. it's not a habit yet though.&lt;br /&gt;Ever been drunk: three times. i don't like drinking sessions a lot- but i like watching my friends get drunk!&lt;br /&gt;Ever been kissed: what the f*(%... countless times :D&lt;br /&gt;Ever been in love: yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN A GUY&lt;br /&gt;Favorite eye color: amber&lt;br /&gt;Favorite hair color: black&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair: i like em unkempt! &lt;br /&gt;Height: depends. i can always make exceptions &lt;br /&gt;Style: smart and UNIQUE. not flashy. &lt;br /&gt;Looks or personality: Personality, hands down.&lt;br /&gt;Hot or cute: cute. parang kitty.&lt;br /&gt;Drugs and alcohol: mary jane... mary jane... bailey's... &lt;br /&gt;Muscular or skinny: i REALLY like guys with meat on em. but i like skinny guys too. wag lang palito skinny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOMS:&lt;br /&gt;Number of regrets in the past: 5 (wrong guy hook-up [he is a psycho-indonesian freako], DIET, not appreciating my dad, not learning to ride a bike, not earning money )&lt;br /&gt;What country do you want to visit: paris, greece, venice&lt;br /&gt;How do you want to die: overdose or in my sleep &lt;br /&gt;Do you like thunderstorms: yes. &lt;br /&gt;Health freak: now... progressing health freak. &lt;br /&gt;Do you think you're attractive: when i am drunk or after i smoke... yes&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself: ... okay. steady lang.&lt;br /&gt;Shower daily: 2 times&lt;br /&gt;Been in love: OF COURSE!&lt;br /&gt;Do you sing: OF COURSE! i love karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;Do you dance: giling. grind. yes!!!&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married: as of now- no. &lt;br /&gt;Want to have kids: as of now.... not on this lifetime&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate anyone: i don't hate. i critique. &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/26392203-115797186177892258?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/115797186177892258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=115797186177892258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/115797186177892258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/115797186177892258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/2006/09/more-tsukuba-autograph-book-questions.html' title='MORE TSUKUBA AUTOGRAPH BOOK QUESTIONS TO SINK YOUR TEETH INTO'/><author><name>kangy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300046723419672441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-414.friendster.com/e1/photos/41/45/3605414/953675294l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26392203.post-115737718776208148</id><published>2006-09-04T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T21:39:49.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>question? ice breakers rule!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you live between the ages of 7 and 12? How many brothers and sisters did you have?&lt;br /&gt;- makati and alabang. yes. i have 3 stepbrothers and 1 stepsister. but i love them as id they are my real sibs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of transportation did your family use when you were between the ages of 7 and 12?&lt;br /&gt;- living the good life. in alabang, since my dad (stepdad) was a loavble man with looks and money to match-... i rode a pajero, a nissan terrano, a honda civic, a galant... i don't know crap about cars... so there. a galant... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the person you felt closest to between the ages of 7 and 12?&lt;br /&gt;- at 7, definitely it had to be ate ilay, my cousin. when i was 11-12 my best friend- karen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the happiest moment of your life?&lt;br /&gt;- in no particular order: &lt;br /&gt;a. having the privilege to date and go steady with one of my biggest crushes&lt;br /&gt;b. having a special someone dedicate a song to you at senior prom&lt;br /&gt;c. dating someone famous&lt;br /&gt;d. a kiss in the rain with someone you love&lt;br /&gt;e. sleep with someone you love&lt;br /&gt;f. recieving a BIG amount of money&lt;br /&gt;g. (think all you want) being in a coma for 3 days&lt;br /&gt;h. everytime i go out with karen!&lt;br /&gt;i. getting called onstage!&lt;br /&gt;j. interviewing BANDS and celebrities...&lt;br /&gt;k. finishing ff8&lt;br /&gt;l. losing a lotta weight in high school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the greatest regret of your life?&lt;br /&gt;- not investing a big amount of money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the hardest thing you have ever done?&lt;br /&gt;- not commiting suicide by overdose because of depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the greatest compliment you ever received?- &lt;br /&gt;"you will go far because of your integrity."&lt;br /&gt;this was said to me by one of the greatest teachers in the world, mrs. mary ann eala... senior year, high school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you about your best earthly friend.&lt;br /&gt;- karen eloisa pascual is my sister and mother... all rolled into one. and i love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What room in your house do you like best?&lt;br /&gt;- my bedroom. because it is the messiest place in the house... and i'm  the only one who knows where everything is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the one thing you want to accomplish next week?&lt;br /&gt;- exercise everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you feel warmest and safest as a child?&lt;br /&gt;- when i asked my stepdad, "dad, can i have a boyfriend?" while lying on his lap... he said no! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had a time machine that would work only once, what point in the future or in history would you visit?&lt;br /&gt;- visit... probably... when my uncle dede was alive. i would've told him i loved him and thanked him for telling everyone he knows i'm hisprettiest niece always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you did something for the first time?&lt;br /&gt;- today. i ate at teriyaki boy for the 1st time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of the following restrictions could you best tolerate: leaving the country permanently, or never leaving the region in which you now live?&lt;br /&gt;- second choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a meal, your friends start belittling a common friend. What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;-shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could take a pill that would enable you to live until you reach 1000 years, would you take it? Why?&lt;br /&gt;- no. a lot of people are waiting for me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you do something stupid, how much does it bother you to have other people notice it and laugh?&lt;br /&gt;- i'm a clown and klutz by heart... i'm used to ridicule- but not by any means immune to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to know the exact date of your death?&lt;br /&gt;- yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your favourite relative? Why?&lt;br /&gt;- lola (grandmother)... she's the alpha and omega of my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could change two things about the way you were raised, what would they be? &lt;br /&gt;- prolly... i'd eat more veggies and watch my weight more. and have the guts to ride a bike with no training wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favourite memory time spent, as a child, with your father? Your mother?&lt;br /&gt;- with my mom, dress shopping.&lt;br /&gt;-with my dad... stepdad... every waking moment :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?&lt;br /&gt;- everywhere where all the people i love are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favourite movie or TV show?&lt;br /&gt;- movie... singin in the rain!- &lt;br /&gt;TV show (cartoon): sailor moon (news program): TV patrol (comedy): MAD TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has had the greatest influence on your life?&lt;br /&gt;- bob marley, sylvia plath... karen, and my parents... and old HS classmates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the best thing that happened to you this past week?&lt;br /&gt;- talking to ate ilay last night about .... she knows who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recall a time when you failed recently&lt;br /&gt;- i failed genral anatomy, the subject&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name someone you admire who had to overcome great obstacles to get where they are now.&lt;br /&gt;- rick belicano. a good friend of mine. hands down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you react when you aren't thanked for going out of your way for someone?&lt;br /&gt;- i drink a lot of juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favourite time of day?&lt;br /&gt;-night. bed time, specifically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your greatest disappointment?&lt;br /&gt;- having met bad BAND PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name a gift you will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;- money.... from lola and dad&lt;br /&gt;- life, from my momma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the most important event in your life this past week?&lt;br /&gt;- midterms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could chose to go anywhere in the world for 3 days, where would you go, and why?&lt;br /&gt;-ontario, canada. that's where karen is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could chose to meet anyone who ever lived in Britain, who would that be, and why would you like to meet him/her?&lt;br /&gt;- definitely DUNCAN JAMES! my GOD! hahaha, the singer from a past boy band called blue... why? (shallow shallow shallow) because he's hawt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could choose to live anywhere in the world, where would you live, and why?&lt;br /&gt;- philippines. makati, my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are your parents, what do they do and what would you like to change about them?---roy bagatsing- civil engineer. i'd want him to show more affection&lt;br /&gt;-doremi sarmiento- dentist. i'd want her to put her feet on the ground and stop thinking she's the only person in this world who knows everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could choose your career over again, would you do it differently?&lt;br /&gt;- of course. i'd be an anchorwoman interviewing politicians and great musicians!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you became the leader of any country in the world, which would it be and why?&lt;br /&gt;- be the president of the USA... so i could tell them, "today, we will not care about other countries' problems. because we are not the ONLY country in the world who can help. everything has to be a team effort."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share the best and worst experience of your week- best... bakasyon grande. having the luxury to relax!- worse... not knowing what my grades are!&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/26392203-115737718776208148?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/115737718776208148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=115737718776208148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/115737718776208148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/115737718776208148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/2006/09/question-ice-breakers-rule.html' title='question? ice breakers rule!'/><author><name>kangy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300046723419672441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-414.friendster.com/e1/photos/41/45/3605414/953675294l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26392203.post-115737385771126624</id><published>2006-09-04T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T21:27:48.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wuchagonnado if i do it like this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i'm the only one thinking... may malicious subliminal... anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate HEAVENLY chicken and seafood teriyaki... hmmm... teriyaki boy- i'll see you agaaainnn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far, i have a lot of compalints and questions i would like to share with everyone. i noticed that people put a lot of pictures and questions that they answer sa blogs nila... fine... at first i find those things.. annoying. because personally- i admire people who post how-to's and what are's in their blogs. i like blogs that don't go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(if some people are offended by this... especially people i know... remember that i still love you all.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog entry goes...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haizzz... d q na lm kng anu icip ko ngyn. la lng. ktxt q c (name of person) aiun... ajijijijijiji! 3p lng. msya nga eh. ngquiz kme sa (subject)... aun... ajijijijijiji! baksk kme. hay... kainis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wla lng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un lng....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;GAAAHHH!!! i hate blog entries like that. a blog is not an effin cellphone. so please bloggers. don't type in text-lish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather read question and answer blog entries or look at the faces of people i don't know than attempt to withstand ignorant people's english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last september 1... HAPPY BER....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASKO NA! ayan! tayo ay magtipid. let's save money so we can buy gifts for kang. i mean everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn- i can almost taste the bibingka and puto bumbong... i can smell the sweat of people going in and out of the church here in the humble church in baranggay poblacion makati city. i can hear our doorbell going on maximum over-noise, annoying kids carolling... di naman naka costume, wala pa sa tono... bigyan mo ng piso... maririnig mo... "tenk yu tenk yu ambabarat ninyo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MGA TONTA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo- enough of pre-christmas thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last sept 1, i friday night... i went to club halo to watch the outlaws- a VERY GOOD band... in club halo here in makati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the gig was ok- but the outlaws (not because i am biased or anything) made the crowd shut up and listen to actual lyrics of songs. i liked "don't think twice" and "born to lose" the best. the event composed of rock bands who are way too emo... and who like doing death grunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are death grunts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;death grunts are those throaty, sometimes scary noises rock vocalists do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you just love rock and roll?&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;topics to watch out for:&lt;br /&gt;- angsty at alyssa alano&lt;br /&gt;- fashionista blues&lt;br /&gt;- emo... not at it's finest but worth a gander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;someone owes me.... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/26392203-115737385771126624?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/115737385771126624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=115737385771126624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/115737385771126624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/115737385771126624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/2006/09/wuchagonnado-if-i-do-it-like-this.html' title='wuchagonnado if i do it like this?'/><author><name>kangy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300046723419672441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-414.friendster.com/e1/photos/41/45/3605414/953675294l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26392203.post-115719910867580525</id><published>2006-09-02T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T20:11:49.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMAGINE THAT! it has been an EFFIN MONTH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been an effin month! hello beautiful people of the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;news:&lt;br /&gt;- i failed gen ana (general anatomy... 3.5) OH MY GAS! dentistry is REALLY not for me... but- that DOES not mean i am giving up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- enjoying dent (dentistry) because of the tropa... and new friends. hi oppa! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- loving life... i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- missing KOPS... gawd dudes... MISS YOOO ALL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- waiting for sept 9... PURPLE HAZZZEEEEE... dentistry rocks! elephant's revenge here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- just watched the outlaws- sa club halo last night. go machine gun murphy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26392203-115719910867580525?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/115719910867580525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=115719910867580525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/115719910867580525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/115719910867580525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/2006/09/imagine-that-it-has-been-effin-month.html' title='IMAGINE THAT! it has been an EFFIN MONTH!'/><author><name>kangy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300046723419672441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-414.friendster.com/e1/photos/41/45/3605414/953675294l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26392203.post-115443235619799427</id><published>2006-08-01T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T19:39:16.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an update... yeehheeeeeeeeeyyyyyyy!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for you, anz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;college life in dentistry proper is sooooo harrrrrd. i have a creepy intuition that i might fail general anatomy.. i just hate the skeletal system. i hate bones! maybe it's because mine aren't visible....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, besides that... i've decided to have a paradigm shift and start discovering myself again. maybe i am more than a perky poet who loves to cook. i am also going to diet again...yes it's official. i am going to lay off lays, cheetos, chocs and candies for some time given... hohoho. i am going to have a cool off with all the things that make me happy. my role models, kate hudson and jeniffer lopez... damn... i want to be like them! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i let the world know that i am on a favorite food hiatus... i'll be pressured to make this happen and when everything turns out right... i will be able to wear a tube on october.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dreams... are free"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday- i cut class because of an emergency. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from now on, i'll start giving everyday "titles" as if they are moving stories. yesterday... i reckon the perfect title would be "the president and the scholar... paint the mall red"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooohhh... i am year level president now. *snaps for kang*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... i will be leaving for tagaytay on august 4, returning on august 5...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck on the leadership training seminar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~aja!&lt;br /&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/26392203-115443235619799427?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/115443235619799427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=115443235619799427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/115443235619799427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/115443235619799427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/2006/08/update.html' title='UPDATE'/><author><name>kangy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300046723419672441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-414.friendster.com/e1/photos/41/45/3605414/953675294l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26392203.post-115366098483296667</id><published>2006-07-23T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T11:02:09.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when vanity strikes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://usera.imagecave.com/trulykangy/vanity/"&gt;BEWARE OF THE VANITY VIRUS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at any rate... i made pakulot my hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lookie at the link if you dare. i happen to like my hair now :) i think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry if i happen to be REAAALLLY lazy, and posting nonsense at these moments... but... i'm in a rut and dormant stage of my writing life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with insecurities, teeth carvings and lorena balacanao et al... life couldn't be more bittersweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the pictures anyway! &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/26392203-115366098483296667?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/115366098483296667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=115366098483296667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/115366098483296667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/115366098483296667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/2006/07/when-vanity-strikes.html' title='when vanity strikes!'/><author><name>kangy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300046723419672441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-414.friendster.com/e1/photos/41/45/3605414/953675294l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26392203.post-115288667215676068</id><published>2006-07-14T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T22:30:02.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last offer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loved high school musical- the disney original movie? personally, i thought it was gonna be an overrated teeny boper movie. at first- i hated vanessa anne hudgens and zac efron... typical pretty american boy and typical mexican looking girl... lo and behold. SHE'S PINAY! and... i ended up loving the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it can be a tad bit she's all that, not another teen movie or a trimmed down version of date movie or a sappier more musical scenes added 10 things i hate about you... but something makes it "original" in a way. it has a variety, multinationalistic flair to it. have i told you that it has been the most successful disney project to date? here's a link... &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/High_School_Musical"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/High_School_Musical&lt;/a&gt; if you want spoilers and such. here's my favorite song- when there was me and you sung by vanessa anne hudgens (the pinay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aJBKtn0dHJI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has lyrics... in case you musheroos would like to sing along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; when there was me and you &lt;/b&gt; :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's funny when you find yourself &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Looking from the outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm standing here but all I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Is to be over there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Why did I let myself believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Miracles could happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cause now I have to pretend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;That I don't really care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I thought you were my fairytale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;A dream when I'm not sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;A wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thats coming true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;But everybody else could tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;That I confused my feelings with the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;When there was me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I swore I knew the melody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;That I heard you singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;And when you smiled &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;You made me feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Like I could sing along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;But then you went and changed the words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now my heart is empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm only left with used-to-be's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;And once upon a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now I know you're not a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;And dreams were meant for sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;And wishes on a star &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just don't come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cause now even I can tell &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;That I confused my feelings with the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Because I liked the view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;When there was me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I can't believe that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I could be so blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's like you were floating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;While I was falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I didn't mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cause I liked the view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thought you felt it too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;When there was me and you&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmania.com/lyrics/high_school_musical_cast_lyrics_7483/" title="High School Musical Cast Lyrics"&gt;High School Musical Cast Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mushy entry! heehee! anyway... i finally found a song that encapsulates the way i really feel. FOR NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good bye, baby goodnight. :'(&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/26392203-115288667215676068?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/115288667215676068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=115288667215676068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/115288667215676068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/115288667215676068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/2006/07/last-offer.html' title='last 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personally, i think this is too "frivolous" to be posted her. but at any rate here goes, hope everyone likeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the title is the title of the post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jerks will be jerks,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they take any form-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whether they're &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fluffy puppies or pretty kitties&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a jerk is a jerk.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they scratch you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they hump on table legs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they hit on your best friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when you're too busy enjoying &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the intricacy of "the moment"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they step on your train,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cramp your style and break your heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jerks will be jerks,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and let me tell you-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is not the "good" jerk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;good jerks say sorry, kiss you and tell you-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"i am a jerk"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;most jerks think that they're entitled &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to be jerks &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just because they drive cars and have better hair than you do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now, don't tell me to stop telling on jerks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because, i too...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have been jerked by a jerk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on a rainy night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it hurts like hell-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and it flattens your self esteem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm telling you to be careful...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not unless you're skinny, pretty and ditzy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jerks will be jerks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26392203-115127399520800577?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/115127399520800577/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://photos-414.friendster.com/e1/photos/41/45/3605414/953675294l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26392203.post-115110987933734771</id><published>2006-06-24T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T08:44:39.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what happened</title><content type='html'>my posts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogger is screwy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;test post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26392203-115110987933734771?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/115110987933734771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=115110987933734771' title='0 Comments'/><link 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want to paste the french version- because blogger might screw the letters up again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written by mme. edith piaf... i fell in love with patricia kaas' version. this english version was written by matt david... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the translation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LA VIE EN ROSE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hold me close and hold me fast &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The magic spell you cast &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is la vie en rose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you kiss me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heaven sighs &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And though I close my eyes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see la vie en rose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you press me to your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm in a world apart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A world where roses bloom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And when you speak &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angels sing from above &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every day words &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seem to turn into love songs &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give your heart and soul to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And life will always be La vie en rose &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought that love was just a word &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;They sang about in songs &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I heard It took your kisses to reveal &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I was wrong, and love is real &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hold me close and hold me fast &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The magic spell you cast &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is la vie en rose &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you kiss me, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heaven sighs &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And though I close my eyes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I see la vie en rose &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you press me to your heart &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm in a world apart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A world where roses bloom &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And when you speak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angels sing from above &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every day words &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seem to turn into love songs &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give your heart and soul to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And life will always be La vie en rose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26392203-115081156206822095?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/115081156206822095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=115081156206822095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/115081156206822095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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it's too girly... i'm drawn to it. i'll  be tweaking this blog more and if i ever grow tired of it again- i might go back to my kirsten ulve blogskin. what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can either tag me- there's a tagboard on the left side of the blog or you can leave comments by hovering your mouse over the comment word below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of writing diary- like entries so i might be focusing on reviewing webbies or placing in random trivia and "special days"... not forgetting poetry, books and fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the usual rants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good day! :)&lt;br /&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/26392203-115077886946622417?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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ONI.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mush mode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tabulas.com/~amtm7/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;amtm7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; at 09:51 pm on May 31st, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Most of you probably don't know that I keep a handwritten journal for my more personal/emo entries. Well, I do. And I hardly ever share with other people what I write there, but I've really really been missing my high school friends lately. The paragraph below basically describes a typical lunch break with them. For you, my lurves! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Sometimes, I can picture it in my head almost perfectly... To my right is Kang, holding some book or a compilation of poems. Every now and then we exchange a few lines about calories. (Oh, the anorexic days. Hahaha.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And we're very much aware that it's annoying the hell out of everyone else, but we don't care. To my left is Marian, quietly listening to Mae and Kris while eating siomai or chocolate chip cookies. No one else seems to notice, but she's actually just waiting for someone to stutter or say something stupid so she can laugh. Mae is across me, feasting on one of her two (yes, two) lunches. She's rolling her eyes and "whatever-ing" Kris every now and then. Kris is holding a slice of pizza and, as always, is calling Mae a loser. She's seated on a monobloc chair (shamelessly taken from some other part of the canteen) 'coz she was too lazy to race us to the table again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It may seem lame to a lot of you, but I seriously looked forward to that every single day. The day-to-day things in high school are so underrated. I just wish I could have savored them more while they lasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26392203-114977228847582286?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/114977228847582286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=114977228847582286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114977228847582286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114977228847582286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-entry-by-ana-marfori-oni.html' title='a blog entry by ana marfori... ONI.'/><author><name>kangy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300046723419672441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-414.friendster.com/e1/photos/41/45/3605414/953675294l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26392203.post-114935017112641307</id><published>2006-06-03T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T23:56:11.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"kang... keep swimming"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past few days have been uber hard on me. so much tears, so much pain... at higit sa lahat- napakaraming utos. akala ko dati, sa school lang ako pwedeng utusan sa maraas na paraan. may pagkabastos pa ang pag-utos saakin. walang "carinyo". walang salamat, walang pakiusap-pakiusap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy i still have a bunch of people who stand by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special mention:&lt;br /&gt;mimi, "kenshin", kris, ate tin,... KOPS. drea, rox!, daddy roy(tatay ko talaga :D),  'ga, yaya jo, mga security guard na pinagtatawanan ng mga kapatid ni mama, migs, "ikaw"... salamat sa pakikiramay sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagimbal ako kung maisip ko na may pangalan akong hindi ilalagay dito... para kasi sa "ibang tao" mababaw ang problema ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you belive what he told me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"you don't need comfort. you need to face the truth. i don't comfort people. i tell them what's right."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would your own "confidant" tell you that while you're crying? mine did. it broke my heart. but at least i know who are my real friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a conversation (chat): people involved me and my ed-in chief when i was in high school... drea... whom i love :D&lt;br /&gt;aeolian_veramiel: tsk&lt;br /&gt;aeolian_veramiel: this is something i really can't comprehend&lt;br /&gt;kang: i think she hates me&lt;br /&gt;kang: i don't know why&lt;br /&gt;aeolian_veramiel: ur depressing me&lt;br /&gt;aeolian_veramiel: tskkang: i'm  sorry&lt;br /&gt;kang: you don't have to sympathize&lt;br /&gt;aeolian_veramiel: ugh i am such an idealist sumtyms... then i get exposed to these things and bama&lt;br /&gt;eolian_veramiel: nah i can't help it&lt;br /&gt;kang: everything will work out somehow&lt;br /&gt;aeolian_veramiel: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;aeolian_veramiel: funny now it's like you're consoling me&lt;br /&gt;kang: alam mo&lt;br /&gt;kang: i tell myself when she's like that&lt;br /&gt;kang: the easiest thing to do is to not care&lt;br /&gt;kang: and cowards always take the easy way out&lt;br /&gt;kang: they'd rather enjoy the destination than the journey&lt;br /&gt;aeolian_veramiel: good thing you're not suicidal&lt;br /&gt;aeolian_veramiel: gosh&lt;br /&gt;kang: at times. i want to&lt;br /&gt;kang: but there's so much of life to enjoy&lt;br /&gt;kang: diba?&lt;br /&gt;aeolian_veramiel: a lot of the people i'm with are like that&lt;br /&gt;aeolian_veramiel: makes me want to kill em&lt;br /&gt;aeolian_veramiel: hahah&lt;br /&gt;aeolian_veramiel: yeah&lt;br /&gt;aeolian_veramiel: plenty plent&lt;br /&gt;aeolian_veramiel: *plenty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i can't forget was what my kabarkada kris told me.. she told me to keep swimming no matter what happens. she's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's what i'll do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just swim :) i have the people who really care about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's comforting enough.&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/26392203-114935017112641307?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/114935017112641307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=114935017112641307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114935017112641307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114935017112641307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/2006/06/kang-keep-swimming.html' title='&quot;kang... keep swimming&quot;'/><author><name>kangy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300046723419672441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-414.friendster.com/e1/photos/41/45/3605414/953675294l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26392203.post-114926445321798058</id><published>2006-06-03T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T00:07:33.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the life saver song! DAHAN DAHAN by brownman revival</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dahan-dahan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brownman Revival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Pwede bang maabala ka nang sandali&lt;br /&gt;Sa lahat ng mga nangyayari&lt;br /&gt;Di mo man pinapansin, nararamdaman mo pa rin&lt;br /&gt;Na may kulang at parang wala nang gana sa lahat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lahat ng bagay bumibilis&lt;br /&gt;Lahat ng tao'y nagmamadali&lt;br /&gt;Litong-lito ang mundo&lt;br /&gt;Pagod na pagod at nahihilo&lt;br /&gt;Sa dami ng kaguluhan at kalat kaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Dahan-dahan tayong bumitaw&lt;br /&gt;Dahan-dahan tayong gumalaw&lt;br /&gt;Dahan-dahan tayo sa lahat&lt;br /&gt;Dahan-dahan tayong mamumulat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang dami-daming pinapagawa&lt;br /&gt;Ang dami-daming mga salita&lt;br /&gt;Maraming nagmamarunong&lt;br /&gt;Wala namang marunong magtanong&lt;br /&gt;Binibini (binibini) samahan mo na lang ako at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[repeat chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahan-dahan tayo 3x&lt;br /&gt;Wo hoo&lt;br /&gt;Dahan-dahan tayo 3x&lt;br /&gt;Wohoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wag kang patakot o magpadala&lt;br /&gt;O magpasindak sa sistema&lt;br /&gt;Maniwala ka sa iy0ng sarili&lt;br /&gt;Kailangan mong dalhin&lt;br /&gt;Kailangan mong gumising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang daming nagmamarunong&lt;br /&gt;Wala namang marunong magtanong&lt;br /&gt;Binibini samahan mo na lang ak0 at.,.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[repeat chorus]  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26392203-114926445321798058?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/114926445321798058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=114926445321798058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114926445321798058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114926445321798058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/2006/06/life-saver-song-dahan-dahan-by.html' title='the life saver song! 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(then she gives my stepbrother new rubber shoes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagluto ako. hindi niya kinain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi niya ako kinibo kung wala siyang iuutos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinaka malala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i-dedemolish niya ang kwarto ko... (see, i'm the kind of person that has things in places i keep things. i'm... ecclectic... ecentric.. whatever. my mess is my mess. i live in it. i love it.) she's gonna fucking redecorate my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i'm wondering... if ever she reads all these rotten things i posted.. will it thaw her heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personally... &lt;em&gt;i don't think so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe there'a a fucking good reason why all this crud is suddenly dumped in my place. but rather than make my brain tired and sore. i'd rather write something surreal and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you believe that beautiful things can be like great swords forged from anger's flames?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today... i wanted to rush everything. but it just made me feel worse. i wanted everything to move in warp speed so i can sleep and get over the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the more i rushed, the slower the pace seemed to progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when i heard this song. i just smiled. and i told myself. as long as i'll get over tomorrow. and enjoy whatever... ok na yun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ika nga ng BMR... dahan dahan sa lahat! lyrics tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26392203-114926415289703476?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/114926415289703476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=114926415289703476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114926415289703476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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(o kaya sa balbal na english ay "shit") ang inidoro na ang buhay ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paumanhin sa masamang leguahe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ganoon talaga. pinagtyagaan ko ang walang ka-kwentang paratang ng bunso kong kapayid na si JT, na wala rin naman maibubuga dahil isa siyang negrong ulikba na hindi pa marunong magbasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mangmang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;magsama sila kung saan man siyang bahay bata nanggaling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26392203-114917711474641194?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/114917711474641194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://photos-414.friendster.com/e1/photos/41/45/3605414/953675294l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26392203.post-114896105971174887</id><published>2006-05-30T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T11:51:54.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>angst. angst. angst.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kyle's Mom Is A Stupid Bitch by South Park&lt;br /&gt;Well, Kyle's Mom's a bitch, she's a big fat bitch,&lt;br /&gt;she's the biggest bitch in the whole wide world,&lt;br /&gt;she's a stupid bitch if there ever was a bitch,&lt;br /&gt;she's a bitch to all the boys and girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday she's a bitch, on Tuesday she's a bitch,&lt;br /&gt;and Wednesday to Saturday she's a bitch,&lt;br /&gt;then on Sunday just to be different she's a&lt;br /&gt;super King Kamehameha be-atch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever met my friend Kyle's Mom,&lt;br /&gt;she's the biggest bitch in the whole wide world,&lt;br /&gt;she's a mean old bitch and she has stupid hair,&lt;br /&gt;she's a bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch cause-a&lt;br /&gt;she's a stupid bitch,&lt;br /&gt;Kyle's Mom's a bitch and she's just a dirty bitch,&lt;br /&gt;Kyle's mom is a bitch-ah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dedicated to ... the sheila broflovski of my life. just replace the name kyle with kang if you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SCREW YOU GUYS, I'M GOING HOME"- eric theodore cartman...&lt;br /&gt;here's the vid. so you can feel my stereotypical, commercialized teenage angst. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w9tiM7brPhg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w9tiM7brPhg&lt;/a&gt; &lt;- linky linky to youtube&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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miss prom, fourth year. grabe, here are the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is to show you how neglected my inbox is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gained 15 pounds :) and i'll try to lose it.. someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARA SA KOPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd! i miss looking like this. but i don't miss beig bulimic and being scared of food because i looked like that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26392203-114881090376413477?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/114881090376413477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=114881090376413477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"There's more to life than being in a band. Your friends are what will matter in the end." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Don't give the things people do your subliminal meanings."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Guys can do the sweetest things for girls and still not feel anything for them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Don't think of it too much."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Borderline of CHEATING AND FAITHFULNESS: Recognize the reality that you already have the person that can give you more than what you get from the cheap thrills of attraction."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel lucky that God has given me friends and cousins that'll keep me on the ground and make me want to write :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been in super senti mode for 24 hours and lemme tell you, when you are sad like hell and things happen to make things worse- time goes effin' slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's good when you have friends to tell your problems to when the world just steps on your train and laughs while you trip and act stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks, mga repapips!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26392203-114870616456658067?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/114870616456658067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=114870616456658067' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sums up everything... missing... something is missing. for some reason, those words burned a hole in my heart.... and left some ache i can't pacify. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="390" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qFDe6CPoaVQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qFDe6CPoaVQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not like me to like "fluff" like this. but bear with me. maybe tomorrow, i'll be back to my opinionated, sassy self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to lay back. and watch the reruns of our moments in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i have to get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lyrics.... the song is originally sang by ray parker jr. and is better. but this video slapped me on the face today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.prosheetmusic.com/search-sheet-song-music.html?q=JED+MADELA" target="_BLANK"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#2f5650;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click HERE for JED MADELA Sheet Music!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by : Jed Madela (&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.songandmusiclyrics.com/296137-lyrics-to-JED-MADELA-THE-PAST.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.songandmusiclyrics.com/296137-lyrics-to-JED-MADELA-THE-PAST.html&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong when i hurt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But did you have to hurt me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you think revenge will make it better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want our love to last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a way to bring us back together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must forgive you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must forgive me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we wanna try to put things back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way they used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause there's no sense in going over and over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same things as before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's not bring the past up anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the good we had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only keep track of the bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though you knew i never really loved her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't anyone tell you yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That to forgive is to forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you be mad if you don't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must forgive you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you must forgive me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the only thing that's left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that we haven't try to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that i'm sure will work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That we haven't tried before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not bring the past back anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26392203-114862758697202941?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/114862758697202941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=114862758697202941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114862758697202941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114862758697202941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/2006/05/dedicated-to.html' title='dedicated to...'/><author><name>kangy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300046723419672441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-414.friendster.com/e1/photos/41/45/3605414/953675294l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26392203.post-114854299811828607</id><published>2006-05-25T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T15:43:18.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARTY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm gonna go to a party... nanananana... :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26392203-114854299811828607?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/114854299811828607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=114854299811828607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114854299811828607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114854299811828607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/2006/05/party.html' title='PARTY!!!'/><author><name>kangy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300046723419672441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-414.friendster.com/e1/photos/41/45/3605414/953675294l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26392203.post-114847563664987207</id><published>2006-05-24T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T21:00:36.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my brother's birhday</title><content type='html'>first things first. my brother had his birthday today in calamba, laguna. in a private resort. the whole place was nice! pero na-astigan talaga ako sa isang bagay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ANG VIDEOKE MACHINE! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;putrages. (kalye mode) ka- astigan! andaming kanta. karamihan bago. at mga gusto ko! nakikita nyo yang picture na yan? yan si yasimen kurdi at dino concepcion pag walang make-up! gandang mga tao no!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="265" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/214/1197/320/P5240090.1.jpg" width="191" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang mga kantang hinding hindi mo makikita sa ibang videoke machine na meron itong super saiyan machine na ito..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-final fantasy8, 9, 10 theme songs&lt;br /&gt;-classical piano pieces&lt;br /&gt;-ghostfighter theme song&lt;br /&gt;-sailormoon (us version) theme song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new songs na wala sa ibang bulok na videoke:&lt;br /&gt;- maroon 5 songs like harder to breathe, sunday morning and must get out&lt;br /&gt;- a real reggae medley&lt;br /&gt;- brownman revival songs (maling akala and lintik)&lt;br /&gt;- the pokemon theme song&lt;br /&gt;- all the kitchie nadal songs with mtvs&lt;br /&gt;- all the hale and cueshe songs with mtvs (except the really new ones like 24 hours and shit like that.)&lt;br /&gt;- gemini by spongecola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just sang! and not really swam. water was too warm. another pic... pahalayan na 100% all good chubby. 100% intellectually sexy :D i'm drunk ;_;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="252" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/214/1197/320/P5240092.jpg" width="136" border="0" /&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/26392203-114847563664987207?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/114847563664987207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=114847563664987207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114847563664987207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114847563664987207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-brothers-birhday.html' title='my brother&apos;s birhday'/><author><name>kangy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300046723419672441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-414.friendster.com/e1/photos/41/45/3605414/953675294l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26392203.post-114831153096481616</id><published>2006-05-22T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T23:25:31.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can you speak patois? and the thrills of online dating!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came across something interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do any of you listen to bob marley's songs or any reggae song perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have ears, you'll realize they sing/ speak in an accent like:&lt;br /&gt;- old pirate sails they rob i.&lt;br /&gt;- we're leaving babylon, going to our...&lt;br /&gt;...  basta, they have a certain lingo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not nigga language. it's not like that you foo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's called patois, pronounced pah-twah and not patoys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.speakjamaican.com/glossary.html"&gt;http://www.speakjamaican.com/glossary.html&lt;/a&gt;- many here... try some! and don't JUST imitate the guy in the nescafe commercial, there are so many words than mon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lemme map out some interesting ones:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Star&lt;/strong&gt;- To sport something or an event in style; also slang for “Man”. Yu mus star dem threads. (You have to sport and wear those clothes like you are the king). Wha’ppun, star? (What’s up, man?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Su-Su&lt;/strong&gt; (sue-sue)- To gossip and spread rumors. The sound of whispering in one’s ear denotes gossip and backbiting. Nuh su-su pon mi back. (Don’t gossip behind my back.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ten toe turbo&lt;/strong&gt;- An funny expression meaning to walk and use your feet. It must be known that the majority of Jamaicans walk for transportation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Upful&lt;/strong&gt;- Positive feelings. Yu so upful. (You are cheerful.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vex&lt;/strong&gt;- This the key word that is used to mean angry, mad, upset, furious, ECT. Naa mek mi vex, mon! (Don’t make me mad!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mantell&lt;/strong&gt;- Male gigolo; a real player and whore of a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Darkers&lt;/strong&gt; (dah-kahs)- Sunglasses, shades.Dat- ThatDawta (doh-ta)- Daughter; woman, good woman friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear&lt;/strong&gt;- Expensive. Dat cost dear. (That is very expensive.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my favorites so far:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I-ree&lt;/strong&gt;- Rasta word for “Irie”, which means to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All fruits ripe&lt;/strong&gt;- Everything is just great. All is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Babylon &lt;/strong&gt;(bah-bee-lon)- A Rasta word for the police and the corrupt system&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kewl, right??? why not wear a tam while you're at it! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i helped my ate tin upload some photos to her online dating account. i think she's in lovehappens.com, and i found it interesting. there are so many middle-aged people lookin for love... and all of this happens in a worldwide basis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to think you'd find whack-o's in friendster alone. maybe that's one reason people in the states are so scared of internet creeps- there was even a guy there that looked like he could play the part of jesus christ. i found it dumbfounding. i'm not trying to get on anyone's nerves... well... if you like those sorts of people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;online dating is cool. pero diba mas maganda kung makikilala mo si mr. right sa personal? o kaya sa carinderia, coffee shop, bookstore... bar... disco (wtf??!!!)... school. friendster... HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;primitibo na kung primitibo. pero ngayon lang kasi ako nakakakita ng ganoon- online dating in action. mga nag-aaply pala dun, todo pa good shoT! they even post pictures that aren't really theirs... just for companionship and a chance meeting of fates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sounds magical... but a little screwed up in the sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but isn't that how love is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where am i going????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frankly, i don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irie!!! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26392203-114831153096481616?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/114831153096481616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=114831153096481616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114831153096481616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114831153096481616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/2006/05/can-you-speak-patois-and-thrills-of.html' title='can you speak patois? and the thrills of online dating!'/><author><name>kangy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300046723419672441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-414.friendster.com/e1/photos/41/45/3605414/953675294l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26392203.post-114815395027865422</id><published>2006-05-21T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T03:39:10.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my summer songs and things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i am not lionizing any band. i just like the songs. people who find any of these things offensive should, i don't know- rot? these are the things that totally endeared to me these past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. there's &lt;strong&gt;my room&lt;/strong&gt; (picture to follow) my abode- &lt;em&gt;my personal bombshelter&lt;/em&gt;. call me a loser but. i love the place. it's comfy... it's a parent with invisible hands of some sort. it has seen me cry because of a guy, it has seen me in states i am not meant to be seen publicly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. junk food- made me happier. and add on a few more pounds. BAD! (cheetos and lays salt and vinegar... nothing else)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. reggae... reggae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;whether it be UB40, damien marley, brownman revival, bob marley or indio i...&lt;br /&gt;the music pushed me to write again... writing this made the irie vibes in me&lt;br /&gt;resonate. my reggae songs in my lowly mp3 in no particular order- you should try&lt;br /&gt;downloading these:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. brownman revival's steady lang album: my fave cuts include... &lt;strong&gt;jeggae, ikaw forever, dahan dahan, under the reggae moon, lintik and&lt;br /&gt;binibini &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. &lt;/em&gt;indio i's &lt;strong&gt;di mo lang alam, diwata, s on my&lt;br /&gt;chest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. bob marley's chant down babylon songs: &lt;strong&gt;concrete jungle, johnny&lt;br /&gt;was, turn your lights down low &lt;/strong&gt;and his other songs. maganda yung&lt;br /&gt;rendition nya ng HOTEL CALIFORNIA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. UB40's &lt;strong&gt;red red wine, &lt;/strong&gt;maxi priest's &lt;strong&gt;wild&lt;br /&gt;world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i've revived a love affair with anime: faves: yakitate japan and full metal&lt;br /&gt;alchemist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i sleep more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. i'm enjoying menial household&lt;br /&gt;chores :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more tomorrow&lt;br /&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/26392203-114815395027865422?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/114815395027865422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=114815395027865422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114815395027865422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114815395027865422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-summer-songs-and-things.html' title='my summer songs and things'/><author><name>kangy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300046723419672441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-414.friendster.com/e1/photos/41/45/3605414/953675294l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26392203.post-114815079022449724</id><published>2006-05-21T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T02:46:30.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the unsuccessful gimik night</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:28 am&lt;br /&gt;is so far the most unsuccesful gimik night ever. my mom was making a fuss sayin' like cafe havana was cool and shit. we ended up- having starbucks and going home. it just proves that the nightlife in glorietta, greenbelt and wherever, is for the youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pambata lang ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... moral of the night- youth, is a very, very valuable thing. it passes you by quickly. make use of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26392203-114815079022449724?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/114815079022449724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=114815079022449724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114815079022449724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114815079022449724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/2006/05/unsuccessful-gimik-night.html' title='the unsuccessful gimik night'/><author><name>kangy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300046723419672441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-414.friendster.com/e1/photos/41/45/3605414/953675294l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26392203.post-114805288986929813</id><published>2006-05-19T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T23:34:49.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>funny and downright dumbfounding terms</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i leafed through my emails- again! i found these. . . treasures. these were sent by one of my cousins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. BAKTOL - ang ikatlong lebel ng mabahong amoy sa kili-kili. Ang baktol ay kapareho ng amoy ng nabubulok na bayabas. Ito'y dumidikit sa damit, at humahalo sa pawis. Madalas na naaamoy tuwing registration, lalo na sa mga general subjects gaya ng natsci, comm, socsci, etc, dahil sa sobrang siksikan ng mga estudyante.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="mailto:Put@n6"&gt;Put@n6&lt;/a&gt; !n@, sinong nangangamoy BAKTOL sa inyo????!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. KUKURIKAPU - libag sa ilalim ng boobs. Madalas na namumuo dahil sa labis na baby powder na inilalagay sa katawan. Maaari ding mamuo kung hindi talaga naliligo o naghihilod ang isang babae. Ang KUKURIKAPU ay mas madalas mamuo sa mga babaeng malalaki ang j0ga.&lt;br /&gt;"Honey, maligo ka na kaya para maalis yang KUKURIKAPU mo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. MULMUL - buhok sa gitna ng isang nunal. Mahirap ipaliwanag kung bakit nagkakaroon ng MULMUL ang isang nunal, subalit hindi talaga ito naaalis, kahit na bunutin pa ito, maliban na lamang kung ipapa-laser ito.&lt;br /&gt;"How nice naman you r MULMUL!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. BURNIK - taeng sumabit sa buhok sa pwet. Madalas nararanasan ng mga taong nagti-tissue lamang pagkatapos tumae. Ang BURNIK ay mahirap alisin, lalo na kapag natuyo na ito. Ipinapayo sa mga may BURNIK na maligo na lamang upang ito'y maalis.&lt;br /&gt;"Labs, alam ko kung anong kinain mo kanina!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. ALPOMBRA - kasuotan sa paa na kadalasang makikitang suot ng mga tindero ng yosi sa Quiapo. Ito'y may makipot na suotan ng paa, at manipis na swelas. Mistulang sandalyas ito ng babae pero kadalasang suot ng mga lalaki. Available in blue, red, green, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. BAKOKANG - higanteng peklat. Ito'y madalas na dulot ng mga sugat na malaki. Imbes na normal na balat ang nakatakip sa bakokang, ito'y mayroong makintab na takip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. AGIHAP - libag na dumikit sa panty o brief dahil sa labis na pagmamahal sa suot panloob. Nabubuo ang AGIHAP kung ang panty o brief ay nasuot na ng hindi bababa sa tatlong araw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. DUKIT - ito ang amoy na nakukuha kung isinabit mo ang daliri mo sa iyong puwit, ....try it to prove it. That's DUKIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. SPONGKLONG - ito'y isang bagong wika ang nangangahulugan sa isang estupidong tao.&lt;br /&gt;Ex. "Buti naman at bumaba na sa puwesto ang spongklong nating Presidente."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. LAPONGGA - ito'y kahalintulad sa laplapan o kaya ay lamasan.&lt;br /&gt;Ex. "Hoy Utoy, bakit ba ang hilig mo sa mga sineng puro lapongga lang ang palabas?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. WENEKLEK - ito ang buhok sa utong na kadalasang nakikita sa mga tambay sa kanto na laging nakahubad. Meron din ang babae nito.&lt;br /&gt;Ex. "Inay! Si Itay, sinaksak yung kapitbahay natin kasi hinila yung weneklek niya!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. BAKTUNG - pinaikling salita ng BAKAT-UTONG.&lt;br /&gt;Ex. "Uy Jefferson, tingnan mo si Ma'am, baktung na naman!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. bakti - bakat panty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. asogue - buhok sa kilikili&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. barnakol - maitim na libag sa batok na naipon sa matagal na panahon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. bultokachi - tubig na tumatalsik sa pwet kapag nalalaglag a ng isang malaking ebak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. butuytuy - et!ts ng bata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. jabarr - pawis ng katawan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. kalamantutay - mabahong pangalan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. mcarthur - taeng bumabalik after mong i-flush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's pinoy! try cracking these up in a posh party or something, ampootcha, tingnan natin kung anong masasagot ng mga social climber na yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitwasyon 1:&lt;br /&gt;tao1: hey, i see the mulmol that used to be on your cheek's gone&lt;br /&gt;tao2: mulwhat??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitwasyon 2:&lt;br /&gt;tao1: MAAAYYYY MCCCAAAARRRTHHHHHUUURRRRRR INNNN DAAA WATTEERR CLOSSEET!&lt;br /&gt;tao2: *dapat talaga di ko tinira yung oysters!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitwasyon 3:&lt;br /&gt;tao1: *addressing a reed thin person with the nipples jutting out her dress* heya! BAKTUNG!&lt;br /&gt;tao2: i beg your pardon????&lt;br /&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/26392203-114805288986929813?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/114805288986929813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=114805288986929813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114805288986929813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114805288986929813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/2006/05/funny-and-downright-dumbfounding-terms.html' title='funny and downright dumbfounding terms'/><author><name>kangy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300046723419672441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-414.friendster.com/e1/photos/41/45/3605414/953675294l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26392203.post-114805149157094221</id><published>2006-05-19T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T23:11:31.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the last bits of vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can summarize my summer in TWO words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broken resolutions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just sort of dawned to me that, of all my summers- this was the MOST depressing and unproductive summers ever... full of weight loss dreams but left without dinero, i am suffering. i cannot wait to go back to school and be stressed and lose the weight while doing something productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm promising myself that i WILL THROW OUT ALL THE CLUTTER IN MY ROOM TOMORROW. that's why i am watching all the dvds i want to watch tonight so all i could think about is how to earn money and clean my room... as in real clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even feel like writing anything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26392203-114805149157094221?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/114805149157094221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=114805149157094221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may sakit ako. hindi sakit sa puso, sa balunbalunan, hindi sa bato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa leeg. sa umikli kong leeg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayun, at dahil naipit na ata ang ugat sa leeg ko- mapa-jugular vein man yan na kumokonekta sa trigeminal nerve ko na nagpabara sa occipital wachamacallit nerve ko. pucha. i'm in in effin pain!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not in a punky-angsty-click five way. i hate click five (baka may ma offend. sorry.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i have thought of today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- how to pacify pain when you have a bad case of stiff neck:&lt;br /&gt;* sleep&lt;br /&gt;*eat fruits (it made me sleepy, think of it- healthy sugar crash)&lt;br /&gt;*sleep in a certain position, don't let your neck hang loosely too much. believe me- when you wake up, it'll really hurt. &lt;br /&gt;*sit down if you're planning wo watch TV- if your bed has a headboard, put your pillows vertically to support your back&lt;br /&gt;*take a day off. try to get as much rest as you can&lt;br /&gt;*have a massuese come over and whack the pain right out of you&lt;br /&gt;*or if you have those masagers that can be rolled like a rolling in or something- try having someone put lavender or camphor oil on the troubled spot and "roll the woes away"&lt;br /&gt;*spray pillow spray on your pillows so you can forget about the pain and smell your pillows more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i've also thought of ranting this concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DO NOT INTEND TO HURT ANY HALE, CUESHE or and whoever is obsessed with effin "uso" mainstream culture but for gawd's sake, please recognize the artists, let me rephrase that the OTHER artists who are nominated too. whatever happened to ORANGE AND LEMONS? they're original, they even sang the PBB theme... but they're in the bottom of the polls for favorite song? i'm not patronizing anyone ok? but i'm hopin that SPONGECOLA would bring home the bacon, in the FAVORITE SONG category. and what's up with female artist favorite? RACHEL ANN GO tramples on SARAH GERONIMO, BARBIE ALMABIS AND NINA? WTF is wrong with filipinos? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'tanginaglass naman, rachel ann "nose job" go? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry... MYMP? oh please. how many songs did they actaully write? 3? get me... s little bit? it just leaves a sour taste in my mouth that these artists don't write ACTUAL SONGS, but what compensates for that is that they do make good renditions. i give props to brownman revival's dino and dennis concepcion who wrote more than half of the songs (lintik and jeggae being favorites of mine) AGAIN, i'm not lionizing anyone. mahilig lang ako sa mga bagay at banda na hindi sinasamba at USO.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THOSE ARE ONLY VERSIONS. how dare they????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! those artists make my neck throb more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more of these rants... tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MY TOP BANDS/ARTISTS that i don't know why they're monopolizing the music industry or just "there"&lt;/b&gt; tanginamich nyo. buti na lang magaling manager 'nyo. &lt;br /&gt;1. HALE (go to hale, hell rather. but tollgate's good. wag lang dapat kayo yung kumanta)&lt;br /&gt;2. CUESHE (ranty, angsty, presko! poocha)&lt;br /&gt;3. RACHEL ANN"osejob gone well" GO&lt;br /&gt;4. CLICK 5&lt;br /&gt;5. NIKKI BACOLOD (bilangin nyo kung ilang beses niya sinasabi ang "boy" sa kanta niya)&lt;br /&gt;6. the band that sang ITSUMO. bago na 'ata name nila. they're dice and k-9 dati&lt;br /&gt;7. EDDIE GIL and his wachamacallit NIKKI GIL. i loathe the vaseline song &lt;br /&gt;8. i don't know why... i hate the SAY and SAM song. i hate SAY ALONZO, i love SAM MILBY&lt;br /&gt;9. ARA MINA&lt;br /&gt;10. JENNELYN MERCADO and MARK HERRAS (oh they have albums? YES)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;i do hope i don't get sued for writing this. &lt;br /&gt;my neck feels better!&lt;br /&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/26392203-114778573531710159?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/114778573531710159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=114778573531710159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114778573531710159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114778573531710159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/2006/05/damn-i-hate-disease.html' title='damn i hate disease!'/><author><name>kangy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300046723419672441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-414.friendster.com/e1/photos/41/45/3605414/953675294l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26392203.post-114760375718841732</id><published>2006-05-14T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T18:49:17.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"momento mori"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;momento mori&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- "remember that you must die"- thank you kris :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up today and went straight to the kitchen, i cooked pancit canton with an egg. i drank coffee... i've seriously forgotten how good it really tastes. it's mother's day, and i thought it would be a perfectly laid back day. but no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tagalog vibe kicking in)&lt;br /&gt;kinumbidahan ako- napilitan ako pumunta sa bahay ng lola ko kasi may marathon ang "the nanny" sa hallmark channel ng 11:00-1:00 pm. naligo, nagbihis, nag-ahit. ayun. malamig ngayon sa 'pinas, dahil dinaanan ng bagyo. katapat lang namin ang bahay ni lola, pumasok ako sa bahay- naamoy ang amoy mg matamis na gata at kamatis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pumasok ako sa loob ng bahay- nagulat ako kasi tatlo lang kaming sumama kay lola. si auntie ate, si mama. nandun din si tia tita, si auntie mely- pero hindi naman sila gaanong nagsalita. kumuha ako ng plato kahit busog ako- isang subong kanin at sarsa ng afritada lang kinain ko dahil hindi ko trip mag ginatan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigla na lang sinabi ni mama- "ate, alam mo ba si nanay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;nagpapagawa na ng ataul"&lt;/b&gt; (ataul=coffin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natigilan ako. kasi nakuha pa nilang tumawa, at sa aking gulat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakikitawa rin si lola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabi ko- lola, antayin mo muna matapos birthday mo. masyado naman po kayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi ako pinakinggan ni lola. sabi nya lang. wa'syang paki. basta gusto nya yung coffin nya, may notes on the side of the exterior, yung mga notes, piesa daw ng kanta ni lolo babet sa kanya "laging balisa" . tapos naka engrave yung kanta nila ni lolo. "one day when we were young" sa takip ng kabaon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"demn!" sa isip ko. parang ready na si lola ma-tsugi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabi ni lola. gusto nya, simple lang daw ang coffin nya, gawa sa kahoy. ayaw nya ng bongga o kahit ang anik-anik sa FRP nya. (final resting place) gusto nya, naka bistida sya. may salamin sa mata, nakasumbrero sya- tapos nakasabit ang wedding gown nya sa leeg na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know. very freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, nakitawa na rin ako. (alam ko... ipokrita! :P hehehe!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos sabi nya, ayaw nya na pumunta sa loyola para maburol. gusto nya, sa bahay nya... (oh may gad. 5 steps away from our gate! :O )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabi nya sakin. gusto nya, pag make-upan sya ng embalsamador- gusto nya maganda sya at...  naka-smile... (natatakot na ba kayo?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tinanong ko si lola... ba't ka pa poporma, 'la. eh patay na kayo, diba? baka mas lalong walang tumingin sa ataul nyo. imbis na iyakan ka nila... baka sundan ka nila sa kakatawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;sabi niya: "kung may magtanong kung bakit ganoon ang porma ko...sabihin mo, pupunta kong excursion sa langit"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KONYO ALERT.....&lt;br /&gt;i'm surprised by lola's gung-ho attitude. lemme rephrase that- she looked at death as a positive thing. she enjoyed discussing what she'd want when she dies. it was almost like she talked about what her wedding plans would be. i actually, well. salute her for that. that's how everyone should view life. she is a whole lotta woman because she "ain't afraid" to expire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why people go to lengths just to live long and kick themselves in the ass, and what do they do to make others comfortable? absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, some people are like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what's ugly is the good people usually are the ones that have good hearts and intentions, they die early.  some people who live long are backstabbing, most of the time conniving. maybe the reason they're afraid to die is because they can just imagine how hot it is being in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the point i want to get across is that everyone dies. and that there's no erase or rewind in life. even if you do have all the money in the world (that would be nice, wouldn't it?) how will you spend it? can you use the money to bring you back childhood? the friends that went ahead of you and died early? well, can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can money buy you a decent, simple family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this- i thought of and cried. sure, you diet and try to lose weight so you can live long enough to be hot and be a picture of health. you try not to eat rice and not smoke. but are you immortal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure, it's nice to look good... but when you are rotten as hell inside- you're better off dead. some people go to jail, have sex, or kill just to put food in their stomachs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't how some people will react to this but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"what's the point of keeping yourself alive if you're gonna die anyway?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because your loved ones need you?&lt;br /&gt;because you want to live a full life?&lt;br /&gt;because you have a dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;when have you become loving to people who need you the most?&lt;br /&gt;have you really put a great effort in living your dream and living up to your own expectations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, have you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that gave me a headache :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26392203-114760375718841732?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/114760375718841732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=114760375718841732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114760375718841732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114760375718841732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/2006/05/momento-mori.html' title='&quot;momento mori&quot;'/><author><name>kangy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300046723419672441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-414.friendster.com/e1/photos/41/45/3605414/953675294l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26392203.post-114758735675438855</id><published>2006-05-14T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T14:37:06.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/214/1197/320/mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;today is may 14, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;happy mother's day to all ya mom's out there! i'm no blogger techie freak or anything but here's something for all the mom's in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOTHER'S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY this jpeg. image is for ya!&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/26392203-114758735675438855?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/114758735675438855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=114758735675438855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114758735675438855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114758735675438855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='HAPPY MOTHER&apos;S DAY'/><author><name>kangy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300046723419672441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-414.friendster.com/e1/photos/41/45/3605414/953675294l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26392203.post-114752648070855941</id><published>2006-05-13T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T21:21:20.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nostalgia nerve just got hit hard, baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naisipan ko na buksan ang mga luma kong mga messages sa luma kong e-mail account. (by the way, you can e-mail me at &lt;a href="mailto:kangcanwrite@yahoo.com"&gt;kangcanwrite@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt; for whatever bits of inpspiration you can think of.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naiyak ako- seryoso. parang naisip ko- saan kaya napunta ang mga magagandang araw na iyon? pati mga ka-cornyhan, secret codes, jokes, kulitan... basta maraming chechebureche... naroon lahat. tinanong ko sa sarili ko, nasan na kaya ang high school life ko? nandoon pala sa inbox ng lycos account ko :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naisip ko sa mga sandaling pinagtatawanan ko ang mga bagay na ako si selphie tilmitt, flirt master, si jollibee, si kangers, si britney spears dahil sa linagyan ko ng maraming dyaryo ang hinahaparap ko dahil nagkaroon kami ng game sa school org namin (the assumption school newspaper i worked for my whole high school life was called fACets)... marami akong palayaw noong araw- ngunit ngayon dahil sa matagal na pagninilay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nalaman ko'y ako si kang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at hindi na mababalik ang mga araw na iyon kung saan ang pinoproblema ko ay ang aking academic probation sa algebra o ang porma ko sa susunod na soiree o interaction :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saludo ako sa mga taong hanggang ngayon nariyan pa ang mga kaibigan at kaakibat noong sila ay bata pa... natutuwa talaga ako sa kanila. sila pa yata ang mga tao na atat mag-debut kung sila'y mag 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dahil ako- sa utak ko na lang rinerewind lahat ng masasayang araw ko. sa isip ko nga, noong mga araw na iyon- parang vhs player lang ako. tape per tape, pwede rewind, pwede fast forward. pero- kung nasa parehong time period lang tayo- alam niyo na walang "chapters" dyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa dvd kasi diba, maayos ang pagkahanay-hanay ng mga chapters? kung gusto mo makita yung mga chapter na yun... pipiliin mo lang sa sub-menu, tapos pwede mo na panoorin magmula dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry... VHS lang ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aminado ako na nagsisisi ako dahil pinababayaan ko ang mga maliliit na bagay na importante sa mga kaibigan ko. pero- that was my choice, and i reckon that all of those forgetting and putting off has made me a bit depressed as i look at e-mails in my inbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made a vow to reconnect to my old friends, it's gonna be hard... but i have to do what i think and feel would be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i plan gimiks now. text- and not wait to be texted. i do testimonials for my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang pagsisisi ay magtatapos ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oras na para tumayo- ihanda ang hinlalaki :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26392203-114752648070855941?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/114752648070855941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=114752648070855941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114752648070855941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114752648070855941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/2006/05/nostalgia-nerve-just-got-hit-hard-baby.html' title='nostalgia nerve just got hit hard, baby!'/><author><name>kangy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300046723419672441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-414.friendster.com/e1/photos/41/45/3605414/953675294l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26392203.post-114752371294235430</id><published>2006-05-13T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T20:35:12.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from my e-mails that i really didn't read! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classy things to say when stressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Okay, okay! I take it back. Unfuck you!!!"&lt;br /&gt;2. "You say I'm a bitch like it's a bad thing?!"&lt;br /&gt;3. "How many times do I have to flush before you go away?"&lt;br /&gt;4. "Well this day was a total waste of make-up."]5. "Well aren't we a bloody ray of sunshine?"&lt;br /&gt;6. "Don't bother me, I'm living happily ever after."&lt;br /&gt;7. "Do I look like a fucking people person!"&lt;br /&gt;8. "This isn't an office. It's HELL with fluorescent lighting."&lt;br /&gt;9. "I started out with nothing still have most of it left."&lt;br /&gt;10. "I pretend to work, they pretend to pay me."&lt;br /&gt;11. "YOU!!... off my planet!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. "Therapy is expensive. Popping bubble plastic is cheap. You choose.&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;13. "Practice random acts of intelligence and senseless acts of self-control."&lt;br /&gt;14. "Errors have been made. Others will be blamed."&lt;br /&gt;15. "And your cry-baby, whiny-assed opinion would be.....?"&lt;br /&gt;16. "I'm not crazy. I've been in a very bad mood for 30 years."&lt;br /&gt;17. "Sarcasm is just one more service I offer."&lt;br /&gt;18. "Whatever kind of look you were going for, you missed."&lt;br /&gt;19. "Do they ever shut up on your planet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. "I'm not your type. I'm not inflatable."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. "Stress is when you wake up screaming and you realise you haven't gone to sleep yet."&lt;br /&gt;22. "Back off!! You're standing in my aura."&lt;br /&gt;23. "Don't worry. I forgot your name too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;24. "I just want revenge. Is that so wrong?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. "I work 45 hours a week to be this poor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;26. "Nice perfume. Must you marinate in it."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;27. "Not all men are annoying. Some are dead."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. "Wait...I'm trying to imagine you with a personality."&lt;br /&gt;29. "Chaos, panic and disorder . . . my work here is done."&lt;br /&gt;30. "Ambivalent? Well yes and no."&lt;br /&gt;31. "You look like shit. Is that the style now?"&lt;br /&gt;32. "Earth is full. Go home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;33. "Aw, did I step on your poor little bitty ego?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. "I'm not tense, just terribly, terribly alert."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;35. "A hard-on doesn't count as personal growth."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. "You are depriving some village of an idiot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;37. "If assholes could fly, this place would be an airport!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this email was actually from my ninong (godparent) larry. he's a witty, hot chap! and he sends cool e-mails. here's one that i didn't really read. but i laughed my socks off when i read it again. kudos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26392203-114752371294235430?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/114752371294235430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=114752371294235430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114752371294235430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114752371294235430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/2006/05/from-my-e-mails-that-i-really-didnt.html' title='from my e-mails that i really didn&apos;t read! :)'/><author><name>kangy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300046723419672441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-414.friendster.com/e1/photos/41/45/3605414/953675294l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26392203.post-114750030001535840</id><published>2006-05-13T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T14:05:00.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after the crash</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my computer has gone haywire. now i'm freeloading here- living like a scavenger in my aunt's place which is three houses aways from mine. the internet connection here and excellent and they have all kinds of food here. kewl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's official i am officially... a hobo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kidding aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, the tropical depressiom called "caloy" gave  effin beach bums a run for their money. and i'm here. all comfy and cozy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have transformed my cousin nina into an insomniac like me. at night we talk about a lot of things... about past boyfriends, how much more interesting pinoy big brother would be if we were in the big bro house- then we would steal all the c2 and pillows there.  we also talked about how sublime everythimg will be when we kick binay out of the mayor position and rule makati by ourselves. cool. municipal domination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26392203-114750030001535840?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/114750030001535840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=114750030001535840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114750030001535840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114750030001535840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/2006/05/after-crash.html' title='after the crash'/><author><name>kangy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300046723419672441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-414.friendster.com/e1/photos/41/45/3605414/953675294l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26392203.post-114654353848763597</id><published>2006-05-02T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T12:18:58.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if you're like me and have nothing to do...</title><content type='html'>have you ever thought of what CAN happen if you knew the ANSWERS to these questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. what does &lt;3 mean? what is a "&lt;3"&lt;br /&gt;----- is it a heart? or a ... man's privates? (i'm being truthful.) a fancy bullet (computer language)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. which came first... the chicken or the egg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. who was the first guy to ever watch cable TV in the philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. why does jackie chan and jfk have cursed blood lines?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. do you really believe in your religion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. who was the first pop idol band?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. what can cure aids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. what diet plan can work for anyone. i'm not talking about exercise dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. do you really think that eve was adam's first wife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. what causes someone to turn bad, or basically ugly. sometimes, baby... you can't blame genes. hahahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;what can happen if you knew the answers? i have no idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26392203-114654353848763597?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/114654353848763597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=114654353848763597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114654353848763597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114654353848763597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/2006/05/if-youre-like-me-and-have-nothing-to.html' title='if you&apos;re like me and have nothing to do...'/><author><name>kangy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300046723419672441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-414.friendster.com/e1/photos/41/45/3605414/953675294l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26392203.post-114646049341492761</id><published>2006-05-01T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T13:14:53.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love this song! all hail pinoy reggae</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;di mo lang alam by indio i&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako makatulog nang hindi ka pinapangarap&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ang laging nasa isipan&lt;br /&gt;At ang akala ko minsan ika'y aking yinayakap&lt;br /&gt;Sa pagmulat ko ay unan lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;i&gt; Paano ko sasabihin sa 'yo&lt;br /&gt;Ang tunay na layunin ng puso ko? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** 'Di mo lang alam&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ang tanging buhay ko&lt;br /&gt;Kung alam mo lang&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw lang ang iniibig ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tuwing ako'y napapalingon,&lt;br /&gt;isa lang aking hangarin&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ang laging nasa isipan&lt;br /&gt;At ang akala ko minsan kamay mo'y para sa akin&lt;br /&gt;'Yun pala sa iyong kaibigan lang &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat *)&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat ** twice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge: Hanggang kailan ako maghihintay&lt;br /&gt;O, sana 'wag habangbuhay&lt;br /&gt;'Wag kang magduda,&lt;br /&gt;ikaw lang ang nag-iisang sinta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At kung akala mo hindi kita mahal&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw lang ang nananatili&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat *)&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat ** 4x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paano ko sasabihin sa 'yo (3x)&lt;br /&gt;Tunay na layunin ng puso ko&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26392203-114646049341492761?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/114646049341492761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=114646049341492761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114646049341492761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114646049341492761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-love-this-song-all-hail-pinoy-reggae.html' title='i love this song! all hail pinoy reggae'/><author><name>kangy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300046723419672441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-414.friendster.com/e1/photos/41/45/3605414/953675294l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26392203.post-114638048856939513</id><published>2006-04-30T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T19:54:57.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TV... wonder of technology (?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still not into the "fashion vibe".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got feedback from two of my closest friends in college- mia and roxanne. they told me that so far- they like the blog. i told myself... i want this blog to have a following. ahh, my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been watching television ever since God knows when. i love the enchanted electric box. isipin na lang natin kung ano mangyayari sa mundo kung wala ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kung walang TV... saan:&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- kukuha ng "moves" ang mga lalaki na nanliligaw, na kaaway ang girlfriend, na inaaway ng girlfriend, na nahuli ng girlfriend na nambababae o nakikipag recon sa girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- kukuha ng "tips" ang mga babae na walang self confidence, kokopyahin ang mga babaeng pinagkakaguluhan ng mga lalaki sa TV. for example..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;b&gt;anong shampoo&lt;/b&gt; ang gagamitin para libugan ang lalaki dahil mas makinis, malambot at mabango ang buhok 'nya kesa sa aktwal na tao. DEMN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;b&gt; anong hubog ng katawan ang dapat asamin &lt;/b&gt;... hanggang ngayon biktima parin ako nyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*&lt;/b&gt;at ang pinakanakakainis,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;paano umariba at umaksyon pag nariyan si ginoong crush, malapit sa'yo....&lt;/b&gt; sige... hilahin mo ang buhok mo pababa- kasi inis ka diba? o kaya ilagay mo sa likod ng tenga mo ung hibla ng buhok mo para malaman niya (kung tumitingin ba sya sa'yo) na cute sya. sabi ng sunsilk eh. o kaya... gumamit ka ng rejoice tapos, mag apply ka ng tour guide o kaya waitress sa chinese resturant para mapagkamalan kang artista. gumamit ka ng VCO soap kasi pakiramdam mo, pag nag slide ka sa water slide (malamang madulas na 'yun) eh hindi ka tuluyang babagasak sa tubig dahil... hindi ganoon kalakas ang tulak ng gravity sa planeta mo? sa totoo lang. kabobohan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- saan ka kukuha ng &lt;b&gt;pick up lines&lt;/b&gt; tulad ng...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*"mahal kita. hindi ko alam kung bakit pero mahal kita"...&lt;br /&gt;*"(name)... i love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" (pero wala naman yung sinasabihan... madalas nandun- yung tropa, o yung taong in love sa kanya pero hindi nya alam.... tanga)... ano pa ba&lt;br /&gt;*... "I love you (name/ petname) you're the most wonderful thing that's ever happened in my life. i love you"(hala ka! tinext na sa'yo ng bf/gf mo yan 'no?) hahaha. if you want to get slapped, try getting your pick up lines here &lt;a href="http://www.motorcyclephilippines.com/forums/showthread.php?t=20082"&gt;http://www.motorcyclephilippines.com/forums/showthread.php?t=20082&lt;/a&gt;... it beats the hell out of these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- eto seryoso... ano ang magiging window mo to the world outside kung wala 'yan sige nga. given that you live in you parent's house and you don't have money to even buy c2 or boy bawang... welcome to my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- kung conformist ka... 'dun ka makakahanap ng uso, ng hindi uso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- dyan mo makikita si cindy kurleto and si nina of pbb (teens) (if you're a guy) and si bernanrd palanca, sam milby at piolo pascual (if you're a gal/ gay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- kung can't afford ka manood ng gigs.... nood ka na lang ng myx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- same sa movies... manood ka sa hbo, cinemax, star movies, cinema one... o kung wala kang cable (wawa naman you! :D) yung mga lunchbox special sa studio 23 or yung mga dramathon sa hapon shit... diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- manood ka ng "the man show" kung wala kang pambiling prosti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- manood ka ng bora kung frustrated sugar daddy or sugar mommy ka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- kung sa tingin mo wala nang jojologs pa sa'yo... watch the ff:&lt;br /&gt;*chowtime (ibc 13)&lt;br /&gt;*daisy siyete (gma 7)&lt;br /&gt;* eat bulaga (gma 7)&lt;br /&gt;*sis (gma 7)&lt;br /&gt;*shall we dance (abc 5)&lt;br /&gt;* wowowee (abs cbn 2)-- may times... na todo... kainis na!&lt;br /&gt;* gulong ng palad (abs cbn 2)-- it fucking influences people to not do anything when your in-laws make your existence... hell.&lt;br /&gt;*the man show (jack tv 51)&lt;br /&gt;* elimidate, blind date, 5th wheel (etc)&lt;br /&gt;*commercials... SUNSILK HAIR TALK, rejoice, biolink VCO, san miguel beer, red horse beer, yung commercial na biglang nagka-ahas yung dibdib ng lalaki/ babae, DATU PUTI sakto series...&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;i am not saying they are bad shows. so don't sue me. i just find them pitiful. sabi ko nga. i'm not anti-masa. i'm anti-stupidity. MORE TO COME :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26392203-114638048856939513?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/114638048856939513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=114638048856939513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114638048856939513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114638048856939513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/2006/04/tv-wonder-of-technology.html' title='TV... wonder of technology (?)'/><author><name>kangy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300046723419672441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-414.friendster.com/e1/photos/41/45/3605414/953675294l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26392203.post-114631444416522068</id><published>2006-04-29T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T20:40:44.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my sailor moon addiction (more to come)</title><content type='html'>This is my all time favorite cartoon, sailor moon. here are the tagalog lyrics. here it is.. with a funky english translation i would have to edit.... written by venhee saturno and sung by angelica... ge'ready to walk down my memory lane....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SAILORMOON THEME SONG (OPENING- tagalog) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ang lagi kong hinahanap&lt;br /&gt;I am always yearning for you (i am always looking for you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasama kang lagi sa pangarap&lt;br /&gt;I always dream about you (you are always with me in my dreams)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nais ko lagi kang nakikita&lt;br /&gt;I always want to see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marahil na ay mahal kita&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm in love (it's possible that i love you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liwanag ng buwan sa kalawakan&lt;br /&gt;Moonlight from the galaxy (moonlight in space)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hinahatid ka sa aking isipan&lt;br /&gt;brings you to my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Paano ba kita makakausap" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I even tell you (how can i tell you?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Ikaw sa akin ang lahat"&lt;/i&gt; --- ang paborito kong linya sa kanta!&lt;br /&gt;that you mean everything to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana'y bawat saglit laging kapiling ka&lt;br /&gt;I wish to be with you every moment (hoping every moment i am with you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag-ibig ko'y sana'y madama&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could feel my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta't kasama kita sa pangarap&lt;br /&gt;As long as you're in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadarama'y wala nang katulad&lt;br /&gt;I'll always feel special (i feel somewhat different)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ligayang dulot nito sa aking puso&lt;br /&gt;My heart is full of happiness (because of the joy that it brings in my heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana'y di na mag-wakas (2x)&lt;br /&gt;Please don't let it end (2x) (wishing it will never end)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if sailor moon were a real person i thought when i was around 7... i wanted to be like her. i even had the costume made on my birthday! i loved her to bits! and when i watch her- in youtube.com, i always feel warm and tingly inside! i swoon when tuxedo mask rescues her and says things like "and totoong kagandahan..." see.. i don't even remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could only wish that someday ABC 5 airs it again, same time.... saturday 6:30 PM. i remembered it was eloisa cruz canlas who dubbed her. and that the series went on and abruptly went off... i gave up following the series and eventually regreted it. i am watching two classic episodes now in youtube. (thank you god for creating a person to think of youtube and creating people like timmynugget and fire emblem.... who uploads these episodes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was a kid... i always wondered why usagi (bunny- as we all know her here) is always saved by this dashing masked man, tuxedo mask (tuxedo kamen). i always loved this episode, spcifically the 22nd one where usagi gets her first kiss from him... and there was a line "it seems that i have known you from before...", it gave me goosebumps. i'll give a summary of sailormoon (part by part) in my following posts. and although it's a far cry from being cosmopolitan and stuff... why'd you think i also named myself moonlady? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some reason, the fashion vibe is out of my system for a second there. i want to write about sailor moon! haha! here's one of my favorite pictures. classic 'to! wala pa sila sailor neptune and uranus... next time na 'yun :P etong pic na to ay nasa likod dati ng text na iniipon ko! :) hehehe. may intro pa yan tungkol kay mysterious pegasus and all :) enjoy the picture. hope it brings back memories! "sa ngalan ng buwan parurusahan kita :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/214/1197/320/inner1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26392203-114631444416522068?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/114631444416522068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=114631444416522068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114631444416522068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114631444416522068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-sailor-moon-addiction-more-to-come_29.html' title='my sailor moon addiction (more to come)'/><author><name>kangy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300046723419672441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-414.friendster.com/e1/photos/41/45/3605414/953675294l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26392203.post-114628146538270079</id><published>2006-04-29T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T11:46:04.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screwed by paris hilton</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Screwed&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm screwed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/214/1197/1600/paris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px" height="259" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/214/1197/320/paris.jpg" width="127" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't let it begin&lt;br /&gt;You're under my skin&lt;br /&gt;Same old story&lt;br /&gt;Boys meets girl and she falls much harder than him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, where's the glory&lt;br /&gt;If all night, all night, you're attention's not mine&lt;br /&gt;Please don't let it being&lt;br /&gt;You're under my skin&lt;br /&gt;It's a sin cause you're starting to win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm already screwed&lt;br /&gt;Here's a message to you&lt;br /&gt;My heart's wide open&lt;br /&gt;I'm just not getting through to the lover in you&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm still hoping&lt;br /&gt;That tonight, tonight, you're gonna turn down the lights&lt;br /&gt;And give me a little more room just to prove it to you&lt;br /&gt;What do I gotta do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just push her aside&lt;br /&gt;She's not your type&lt;br /&gt;So clichĂ© when a boy falls under the spell&lt;br /&gt;Of a woman from hell&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to take cause&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, tonight, you could have found out I might&lt;br /&gt;Have been the girl of your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you might have seen what it means just to really be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm already screwed&lt;br /&gt;Here's a message to you&lt;br /&gt;My heart's wide open&lt;br /&gt;I'm just not getting through to the lover in you&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm still hoping&lt;br /&gt;That tonight, tonight, you're gonna turn down the lights&lt;br /&gt;And give me a little more room just to prove it to you&lt;br /&gt;What do I gotta do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you do&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you do&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you wanna take my number&lt;br /&gt;There will come a day&lt;br /&gt;An easy day in May or a storm in mid December&lt;br /&gt;When you need someone just to have a little fun&lt;br /&gt;I could be the perfect girl for you&lt;br /&gt;When you need someone just to have a little fun&lt;br /&gt;I could be the perfect girl for you to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm already screwed&lt;br /&gt;Here's a message to you&lt;br /&gt;My heart's wide open&lt;br /&gt;I'm just not getting through to the lover in you&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm still hoping&lt;br /&gt;That tonight, tonight, you're gonna turn down the lights&lt;br /&gt;And give me a little more room just to prove it to you&lt;br /&gt;What do I gotta do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm already screwed&lt;br /&gt;Here's a message to you&lt;br /&gt;My heart's wide open&lt;br /&gt;I'm just not getting through to the lover in you&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm still hoping&lt;br /&gt;That tonight, tonight, you're gonna turn down the lights&lt;br /&gt;And give me a little more room just to prove it to you&lt;br /&gt;What do I gotta do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------- &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this song and the person who sang it. paris hilton! would you believe that she has her own recording company? (heiress records)... it's a catchy club, party song. it also has a sexy beat to it. the song simply exudes... paris. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;sexy, beautiful, charming. enviable! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;love her, or hate her&lt;/i&gt; she doesn't care! but i love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26392203-114628146538270079?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/114628146538270079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=114628146538270079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114628146538270079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114628146538270079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/2006/04/screwed-by-paris-hilton.html' title='screwed by paris hilton'/><author><name>kangy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300046723419672441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-414.friendster.com/e1/photos/41/45/3605414/953675294l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26392203.post-114623195277130934</id><published>2006-04-28T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T21:46:58.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>corrupted virus thingy</title><content type='html'>for some uncanny reason. the f*&amp;amp;^ing computer goes haywire when i leave it too long. maybe it's corrupted by an unknown virus of some sort. whatever! maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was typing this LOOOOONG, article about what's "in" this 2006. i was uploading pics on the latest styles when all of a sudden, an error message appears. WAAAHHH!!! i was so depressed, i didn't even touch the damned thing for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer's not being... well... very summery for me at all. haven't been to the beach with the folks, or haven't been wickedly partying at all. just "mole-ing" (malling), and watching a lot of TV... and you guessed it... you tube. who would've known it kept me occupied for the last month? i feel very losery at the moment. is this the price of having your friends in the provinces or... away from you? i just miss them, KOPS (high school)... the tropa (college). and to make things more crappy, we've been resectioned. nagkawatak-watak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yhurie and i are in section b, almost all my friends, our friends are in section d... mae and aena are in section a. pucha. what will be left of us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just WISH that school would start soon. i bloody miss my friends. i bloody miss being busy. i want to learn about anatomy or something. it beats staying here- doing chores and gaining weight. but combatting it with dance dance revolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it looks like it's gonna be one quiet summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26392203-114623195277130934?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/114623195277130934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=114623195277130934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114623195277130934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114623195277130934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/2006/04/corrupted-virus-thingy.html' title='corrupted virus thingy'/><author><name>kangy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300046723419672441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-414.friendster.com/e1/photos/41/45/3605414/953675294l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26392203.post-114605593232726197</id><published>2006-04-26T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T20:52:12.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what to write</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've just been from an eating spree in the powerplant's (in rockwell, makati) mongkok chinese restaurant. so much for my diet spree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, as i ate lemon chicken and taro puffs... i ithought... what can i write to make the blog interesting? i'm guessing that the first step should be gathering more readers, i should make my blog understandable... meaning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i would consider writing in filipino or what my classmates or tropa would fondly call "balbal"(drivel). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* things i am definitely wanting to write about: fashion, bling, how to treat your woman, how to treat your man... shoes? the hip spots... i know people can find these in fashion mags but- who wants to buy a fashion mag if you can just read it for free right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* since poetry does not sell out at all, i want to make it political- but in the way people understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* o kaya... isulat ko kung aong gusto ko isulat. peste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idea 4 sounds appealing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26392203-114605593232726197?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/114605593232726197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=114605593232726197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114605593232726197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114605593232726197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-to-write.html' title='what to write'/><author><name>kangy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300046723419672441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-414.friendster.com/e1/photos/41/45/3605414/953675294l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26392203.post-114602684889159576</id><published>2006-04-26T12:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T19:59:45.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the first bout</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the sitch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my name is ma. francesca isabella sarmiento, 18.&lt;br /&gt;i am entering a dark, enigmatic tunnel that is called dentistry proper. i am on my first year.&lt;br /&gt;i am a pollyana by heart- but can also turn into a cynic in a snap&lt;br /&gt;i am hypocrytically idealistic&lt;br /&gt;i cry by myself because i think it's therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a problem trusting who aren't in my "posse"&lt;br /&gt;i am a cinderella story waiting to happen.&lt;br /&gt;i cook my own food, wash my own toilets and i move when i deem it necessary.&lt;br /&gt;i am slightly horizontally challenged (think bridget jones)&lt;br /&gt;i live to write. but words escape me.&lt;br /&gt;my form of oxygen: literature, baileys, shirley temples... jose cuervo&lt;br /&gt;i am a closet fan of:&lt;br /&gt;- showbands&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;sailor moon! ask me anything... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- useless trivia&lt;br /&gt;- wicca&lt;br /&gt;- fanfictions&lt;br /&gt;- pinoy movies&lt;br /&gt;- pinoy jologs culture&lt;br /&gt;- anti church documentaries&lt;br /&gt;- junk food&lt;br /&gt;- paris hilton (yes, it is a mystery)&lt;br /&gt;- make overs&lt;br /&gt;- my mom's lengua&lt;br /&gt;- my lola's cake frosting&lt;br /&gt;- hentai (hohoho!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like bands. i have high respect for the people in there. i want to manage a band someday. i went out with a few people from bands but saw... that the time, the lifestyle, the bling... is not for me. i'd rather be an average everyday sane psycho supergoddess anytime. that part of my life... is not meant to be. but i still want to manage a band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love controversy! i like knowing more about celebrities. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love reggae, pop and club music. i actually like to dance and sing (wow... star circle)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i like things that aren't famous. everything gets so kitschy nowadays. nagiging baduy kasi maraming may gusto. tulad ng hale at ni cindy kurleto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my idols:&lt;br /&gt;- god, of course. all knowing and all powerful and.. he has many personas.&lt;br /&gt;- jose rizal&lt;br /&gt;- sylvia plath&lt;br /&gt;- christina rosetti&lt;br /&gt;- naoko takeuchi (the brains behind of sailor moon)&lt;br /&gt;- maya angelou&lt;br /&gt;- oprah (queen of making money)&lt;br /&gt;- donald trump (the guru of making money)&lt;br /&gt;- BOY ABUNDA (what i wouldn't give to have that career)&lt;br /&gt;- jessica soho&lt;br /&gt;- natalie portman (brains, body, beautiful)&lt;br /&gt;- the hilton sisters (the best of both worlds)&lt;br /&gt;- tita malou (a well renowned painter)&lt;br /&gt;- kuya k, gangga and kuya jek. (mga intelektwal)&lt;br /&gt;- koki, mae, yhurie, rox at aena. (what you see is what you get)&lt;br /&gt;- my teachers: ms. ledesma (carina), mrs. eala, dr. gonzales&lt;br /&gt;- wolfgang puck, ming tsai and roksaburo michiba!!!&lt;br /&gt;- people in bands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like yellow&lt;br /&gt;i like cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate trashy people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thrive in pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and live slowly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26392203-114602684889159576?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/114602684889159576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=114602684889159576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114602684889159576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114602684889159576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/2006/04/first-bout_26.html' title='the first bout'/><author><name>kangy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300046723419672441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-414.friendster.com/e1/photos/41/45/3605414/953675294l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26392203.post-114536449484130908</id><published>2006-04-18T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T20:48:14.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is a test</title><content type='html'>this is a test&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26392203-114536449484130908?l=theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/feeds/114536449484130908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26392203&amp;postID=114536449484130908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114536449484130908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26392203/posts/default/114536449484130908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladywholovesbaileys.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-is-test.html' title='this is a test'/><author><name>kangy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300046723419672441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-414.friendster.com/e1/photos/41/45/3605414/953675294l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
