<?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-29116050</id><updated>2012-01-22T02:41:12.338-08:00</updated><category term='lazy'/><category term='sob'/><category term='summer'/><category term='prom'/><category term='boredom'/><category term='funfun'/><category term='moolah'/><category term='photoblog'/><category term='dream'/><category term='happy'/><category term='school'/><category term='love'/><category term='plurking'/><title type='text'>★</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-1689930817713476380</id><published>2012-01-22T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T02:41:12.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short hair for 2012!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I have been battling for over a month now whether to cut my hair short or have it permed. Since my budget is so tight that I can not afford to perm my hair, I just decided to chop 8 inches of my long,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; bedroom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt; hair.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sz9u5OQJndA/TxvmGZTdq_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/k4ImwJiukvA/s1600/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sz9u5OQJndA/TxvmGZTdq_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/k4ImwJiukvA/s320/cats.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700402750913620978" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The stylist even asked me, "Ganito kaikli? Sigurado ka?" I even wanted it shorter! But I'm satisfied with the result. You know the one good thing I really like about having a short hair? You won't be needing a comb anymore, it's like wash and go. Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, by the way, I created a &lt;a href="http://paperstarsandboats.tumblr.com/"&gt;366 project&lt;/a&gt;. You guys can visit that since I update that everyday (because I feel obliged, lol!) Aaaaand, I'm turning a year older next Monday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-1689930817713476380?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/1689930817713476380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=1689930817713476380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/1689930817713476380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/1689930817713476380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2012/01/short-hair-for-2012.html' title='Short hair for 2012!'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sz9u5OQJndA/TxvmGZTdq_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/k4ImwJiukvA/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-5137848577936666339</id><published>2011-12-28T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T05:26:51.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis the season to be jolly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fa lala lala la la lala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It really is! Because...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7ArmpriL28/TvsYpwmPnXI/AAAAAAAAAOk/8mSJXVmwLOU/s1600/PC286941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7ArmpriL28/TvsYpwmPnXI/AAAAAAAAAOk/8mSJXVmwLOU/s320/PC286941.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691169659811765618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new laptop! I know that's a box but I swear inside is a red HP Mini 110. LOL. Bought it last December 27 at SM Sucat. Was contemplating between getting a new laptop or a DSLR and obviously, I chose to get a laptop. I will be paying this for the next 12 mos (meaning extra kuripot me for the next 12 mos). Hoping to get a Nikon D3100 or D500 by mid 2012. And I think Pop's gonna get me a white iTouch because he's been asking me a lot about it. I hope I didn't jinx it by sharing it here. Hahaha! 2012 shall be a good one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So are you spending the remaining holidays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, Yanni's greeting you all a happy holidays as well!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IsnmYsAr4KU/TvsYplCt1hI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Wx-IF4crGKk/s1600/PC246762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IsnmYsAr4KU/TvsYplCt1hI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Wx-IF4crGKk/s320/PC246762.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691169656709961234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-5137848577936666339?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/5137848577936666339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=5137848577936666339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/5137848577936666339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/5137848577936666339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2011/12/tis-season-to-be-jolly.html' title='&apos;Tis the season to be jolly'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7ArmpriL28/TvsYpwmPnXI/AAAAAAAAAOk/8mSJXVmwLOU/s72-c/PC286941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-8220839886849243426</id><published>2011-12-15T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T02:56:41.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ybt8wXIahQU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Coach Carter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-8220839886849243426?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/8220839886849243426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=8220839886849243426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/8220839886849243426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/8220839886849243426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2011/12/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of The Day'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Ybt8wXIahQU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-7194292061494060540</id><published>2011-12-10T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T06:21:40.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIAF!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R5EMJhh2Mq0/TuNoCKe6fqI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Rtbk1miL-30/s1600/390851_2731084793355_1144301637_4714334_227881351_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R5EMJhh2Mq0/TuNoCKe6fqI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Rtbk1miL-30/s320/390851_2731084793355_1144301637_4714334_227881351_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684501541054742178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank God it's Adver Friday! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday is now officially my favorite day because 1) My class starts at 10:30 which means I don't have to deal with the traffic + I'll have longer sleep 2) Advertising class with Sir Gabs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My professor is 62 years old and he likes artists like Adele, Bruno Mars, Metallica. Before we start each session, he plays the latest RnB songs. Gah, he's so adorable he doesn't even look (and feel!) like he's already in his early 60s. He's also the reason why I'm switching interest from Broad Journ to Adver. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 weeks have passed and I am really enjoying and learning a lot from this class. Stress buster, indeed. Looking forward for the remaining three months!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-7194292061494060540?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/7194292061494060540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=7194292061494060540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/7194292061494060540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/7194292061494060540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2011/12/tgiaf.html' title='TGIAF!'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R5EMJhh2Mq0/TuNoCKe6fqI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Rtbk1miL-30/s72-c/390851_2731084793355_1144301637_4714334_227881351_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-5366167958224994553</id><published>2011-11-14T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T00:48:21.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1gTpqsjpd3Q/TsDTw8aUjhI/AAAAAAAAAOE/T-9FwIVBMqI/s1600/untitled.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 159px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1gTpqsjpd3Q/TsDTw8aUjhI/AAAAAAAAAOE/T-9FwIVBMqI/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674768368290532882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sem will be probably the most toxic sem I will ever have. Well, maybe not because I'll be a junior next year. But hey, I'm back to 7:30am classes + heavy subjects. I have two term papers to do this sem (for Filipino2 and Communication Arts 2) and &lt;s&gt;three&lt;/s&gt; four majors subjects - Advertising + Public Relations, Journalism, Writing for Mass Media, and NSTP. Actually in St. Scho, NSTP is considered as a major subject.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have good profs so far. We actually have great profs in our department. &lt;i&gt;Ang reklamo lang naman ng lahat eh yung GE profs.. &lt;/i&gt;Lol, anyway. I'm still trying to figure out how to survive my 7:30am classes. The morning hours and I are just not friends. I've never liked the morning, and the morning certainly doesn't like me. But I think I have to lessen my time on the interwebz and sleep earlier than usual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd sem, let's get it on! Two more sems to minor track!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-5366167958224994553?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/5366167958224994553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=5366167958224994553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/5366167958224994553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/5366167958224994553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-sem-will-be-probably-most-toxic.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1gTpqsjpd3Q/TsDTw8aUjhI/AAAAAAAAAOE/T-9FwIVBMqI/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-6612732152111585627</id><published>2011-11-07T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T23:53:37.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AQUINO COJUANGCO: FACTS THEY DONT WANT YOU TO KNOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gevTmyWtHVo?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After watching this video, you must read&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/notes/michael-charleston-briones-chua/xiao-chuas-initial-comments-on-aquino-cojuangco-facts-they-dont-want-you-to-know/10150382598273622"&gt; this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-6612732152111585627?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/6612732152111585627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=6612732152111585627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/6612732152111585627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/6612732152111585627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2011/11/aquino-cojuangco-facts-they-dont-want.html' title='AQUINO COJUANGCO: FACTS THEY DONT WANT YOU TO KNOW'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/gevTmyWtHVo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-2517031653305311007</id><published>2011-11-06T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T23:37:48.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bestfriend is Now 18!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was probably as excited as the debutant. Ladies and gents, my bestfriend is now eighteen years gorgeous! Yes, her tibo days are over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I glammed myself at about 4:30 in the afternoon because my guy friends will fetch my at 6, program will start at 7pm. I waited for Erickson and Adrian for more than an hour, we left home at around 7:30 in the evening, and arrived at the venue (Sofitel Philippine Plaza) at 8:20. I shouldn't be late, we shouldn't be late. Me and Erickson were supposed to sing while the debutant is being introduced and them boys were part of the cotillion. We messed up, really. But anyway..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e4AcQr1Zsxs/Tra2OVHPjSI/AAAAAAAAAN4/CherIXAZlWA/s1600/301530_2523297692620_1558707108_32663250_1091063532_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e4AcQr1Zsxs/Tra2OVHPjSI/AAAAAAAAAN4/CherIXAZlWA/s320/301530_2523297692620_1558707108_32663250_1091063532_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671921138021666082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were still able to sing the piece we practiced for like 2 hours. Haha! A remix of Just The Way You Are and Teenage Dream. I think we did pretty well. ;) And yes, that's the debutant, my bestfriend. Photo by Ishay Riva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1W2FbjKUaq8/TrazyJ4GcGI/AAAAAAAAANA/zw-MuN-Ft_U/s1600/307789_2523302692745_1558707108_32663262_874652579_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1W2FbjKUaq8/TrazyJ4GcGI/AAAAAAAAANA/zw-MuN-Ft_U/s320/307789_2523302692745_1558707108_32663262_874652579_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671918454945771618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With my sistar, Cami who is also a stunner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-09iuotQ31sM/Trazx7l9MqI/AAAAAAAAAM4/NI9YmzVd5no/s1600/300801_2523296572592_1558707108_32663245_1783202436_n.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-09iuotQ31sM/Trazx7l9MqI/AAAAAAAAAM4/NI9YmzVd5no/s320/300801_2523296572592_1558707108_32663245_1783202436_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671918451111572130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With Ishay and Cami.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJ1_sWcn6lI/Trazz7o440I/AAAAAAAAANo/kXs_mM9ZmU8/s1600/389724_2523305172807_1558707108_32663266_1128937798_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJ1_sWcn6lI/Trazz7o440I/AAAAAAAAANo/kXs_mM9ZmU8/s320/389724_2523305172807_1558707108_32663266_1128937798_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671918485483610946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trying to imitate Kate's pose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0UW2cluaHzU/TrazzCu-lPI/AAAAAAAAANc/T-TYCmLzLYw/s1600/380020_2523329173407_1558707108_32663321_326898474_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0UW2cluaHzU/TrazzCu-lPI/AAAAAAAAANc/T-TYCmLzLYw/s320/380020_2523329173407_1558707108_32663321_326898474_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671918470208328946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kathleen (the last time I saw her was during our HS graduation!) and Jennifer, matching gowns huh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dmaUc6p9KFs/TrazyUljBQI/AAAAAAAAANQ/T_aR-sDtjoo/s1600/374640_2523302132731_1558707108_32663261_1038462853_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dmaUc6p9KFs/TrazyUljBQI/AAAAAAAAANQ/T_aR-sDtjoo/s320/374640_2523302132731_1558707108_32663261_1038462853_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671918457820742914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After party was held at Amber but I didn't come because I didn't want to stay up partying until the morning + it's Sunday the next day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To this lady, I love how you and I give each other the full support in everything that we do. I love how opposite we are and yet we still find something that entangles us. I love the fact that we are bestfriends, even though we don't get to see and talk to each other every single day. I love how you make me feel that I am me. You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream, and you're amazing just the way you are :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-2517031653305311007?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/2517031653305311007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=2517031653305311007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/2517031653305311007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/2517031653305311007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2011/11/bestfriend-is-now-18.html' title='The Bestfriend is Now 18!'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e4AcQr1Zsxs/Tra2OVHPjSI/AAAAAAAAAN4/CherIXAZlWA/s72-c/301530_2523297692620_1558707108_32663250_1091063532_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-6210172944708648454</id><published>2011-11-05T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T08:15:01.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One That Got Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana, tahoma, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I've always wondered what this fragment means. Then saw this article in some random site (no information about the author) and made me realize that "he's the one that got away". Oh no, scratch that. So here's about THAT one that got away. (&lt;i&gt;Hanggang ilan ba ang the ONE that got away?&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana, tahoma, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;In your life, you’ll make note of a lot of people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana, tahoma, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;The one with whom you shared something special, the one who will always mean something. There’s the one you first kissed, the one you first loved, the one you lost your virginity to, the one you put on a pedestal, the one you’re with…and the one that got away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana, tahoma, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Who is the one that got away? I guess it’s that person with who everything was great, everything was perfect, but the timing was just wrong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana, tahoma, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;There was no fault in the person, there was no flaw in the chemistry,&lt;i&gt; but the cards just didn’t fall the right way&lt;/i&gt;, I suppose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana, tahoma, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I believe in the fact that ending up with someone, finding a longtime partner that is, does not lie merely in the other person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana, tahoma, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I can actually argue that an equal part, or maybe even the greater part, has to do with the matter of timing. It has to do with you being ready to settle down and commit to someone in a way that goes beyond the little niceties of giddy romance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana, tahoma, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;How often have you gone through it without even realizing it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana, tahoma, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;When you’re not ready to commit in that mature manner, it doesn’t matter who you’re with, it just doesn’t work. Small problems become big; inconsequentials become deal breakers simply because you’re not ready and it shows. It’s not that you and the person you’re with are no good; it’s just that it’s not yet right, and &lt;i&gt;little things become the flashpoint of that fact.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana, tahoma, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Then one day you’re ready. You really are. And when this happens you’ll be ready to settle down with someone. He or she may not be the most perfect, they might not be the brightest star of romance to ever have burned in your life, but it’ll work because you’re ready. It’ll work because it’s the right time and &lt;i&gt;you’ll make it work.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana, tahoma, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;And it’ll make sense, it really will.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana, tahoma, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;So that day comes when you’re finally making sense of things, and you find yourself to be a different person. Things are different, your approach is different, you finally understand who you are and what you want, and you’ve become ready because the time has truly arrived. And mind you, there’s no telling when this day will come. Hopefully you’re single but you could be in a long-term relationship, you could be married with three kids, it doesn’t matter. All you know is that you’ve changed, and for some reason, the one that got away, is the first person you think about.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana, tahoma, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;You’ll think about them because you’ll wonder, “What if they were here today?” You’ll wonder, “What if we were together now, with me as I am and not as I was?” That’s what the one that got away is. The biggest “What if?” you’ll have in your life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana, tahoma, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;If you’re married, you’ll just have to accept the fact that the one that got away, got away. Believe me, no matter how fairy tale you think your marriage is, this can happen to the best of us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana, tahoma, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;But hopefully you’re mature enough to realize that you’re already with the one you’re with and this is just another test of your commitment, one which will just strengthen your marriage when you get past it. Sure, you’ll think about him/her every so often, but it’s alright. It’s never nice to live with a “might have been,” but it happens.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana, tahoma, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Maybe the one that got away is the one who’s already married. In which case it’s the same thing. You just have to accept and know that your memories of that person will probably bring a nice little smile to your lips in the future when you’re old and gray and reminiscing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana, tahoma, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;But if neither of that is the case, then it’s different. What do you do if it’s not yet too late? Simple…find him, find her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana, tahoma, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Because the very existence of a “one that got away” means that you’ll always wonder, what if you got that one?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana, tahoma, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Ask him out to coffee, ask her out to a movie, it doesn’t matter if you’ve dropped in from out of nowhere. You’d be surprised, you just might be “the one that got away” as well for the person who is your “the one that got away.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana, tahoma, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;You might drop in from out of nowhere and it won’t make a difference. If the timing is finally right, it’ll all just fall into place somehow and you know, I’m thinking, it would be a great feeling, in the end, to be able to say to someone, “Hey you, you’re the one that almost got away.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-6210172944708648454?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/6210172944708648454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=6210172944708648454&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/6210172944708648454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/6210172944708648454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-that-got-away.html' title='The One That Got Away'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-5113339583722753655</id><published>2011-11-03T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T07:37:43.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Thing About "Love" and the Interwebz</title><content type='html'>If you're following me on Twitter, you probably have an idea how much I tweet every single day. Last night, I retweeted Ramon Bautista's tweet : &lt;i&gt;Madalas, tigang ka lang kaya pakiramdam mo gusto mo ng lovelife.&lt;/i&gt; And I added : &lt;i&gt;Sa totoo lang, hindi ko talaga alam ibig sabihin ng tigang. &lt;/i&gt;I am weak when it comes to Filipino vocabulary, believe me. All along I thought tigang = dry. I even tried to google translate it. But my friends replied on my tweet and said : tigang means horny but have no one to have sex with. And I was like, really? Yun pala yun.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been reading Ramon Bautista's tweets and blogs and formspring questions these past few days and noticed that he's been saying &lt;i&gt;hohol &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;momol&lt;/i&gt; a lot. So I asked on Twitter what these two words mean. Apparently, &lt;i&gt;momol = make out make out lang&lt;/i&gt; and&lt;i&gt; hohol = hang out hang out lang.&lt;/i&gt; Hahahaaha! I feel so inosente not knowing these words. And an "ate" of mine replied, "ayan ka na naman! Mag boyfriend ka na para maintindihan mo!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahahahahaha! I'm still laughing my lungs out until now. Oh, how the interwebz influence my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-5113339583722753655?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/5113339583722753655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=5113339583722753655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/5113339583722753655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/5113339583722753655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-thing-about-love-and-interwebz.html' title='This Thing About &quot;Love&quot; and the Interwebz'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-8156522192034392981</id><published>2011-11-01T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T08:29:52.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Debut Parties = Butas Bulsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My 2011 is pretty much about attending debut parties since this is &lt;i style="text-align: left; "&gt;our&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: left; "&gt; year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E-6rOnMC_2U/TrAHozA5PTI/AAAAAAAAALA/tTVYrCZ4HvA/s1600/179198_1778620796163_1558707108_31835704_3094429_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E-6rOnMC_2U/TrAHozA5PTI/AAAAAAAAALA/tTVYrCZ4HvA/s320/179198_1778620796163_1558707108_31835704_3094429_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670040328329575730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Erickson, Kevin, me, Kate, Cami, Adrian and Antoinette. I'm a January baby so I guess that explains that I was the first who turned 18 in our highschool batch. Well not really cause some of us were born in December 1992. &lt;i&gt;Gown by Tina Diaz, hair and make-up by Edwin Samot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aVF3tz5iT9w/TrAJAiwAXoI/AAAAAAAAALM/9pP8mha88HA/s1600/199057_1826539274095_1558707108_31919922_3777536_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aVF3tz5iT9w/TrAJAiwAXoI/AAAAAAAAALM/9pP8mha88HA/s320/199057_1826539274095_1558707108_31919922_3777536_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670041835792260738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;February - one of my closest friends in Benilde invited us to have dinner at their home. With Jha (the birthday girl), Dianne, and her boyfriend Rupert. &lt;i&gt;Floral dress from Mom's cabinet, hah!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kPMj_KLqwM/TrAJ3mh4n4I/AAAAAAAAALY/wcipvz9NVnM/s1600/180044_1790080922659_1558707108_31857165_6692988_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kPMj_KLqwM/TrAJ3mh4n4I/AAAAAAAAALY/wcipvz9NVnM/s320/180044_1790080922659_1558707108_31857165_6692988_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670042781699579778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Irene's birthday bash at MOA. We had a super late dinner at Shakey's, ordered two monster meal deal and a lot of desserts. This time, I was with my classmates in senior high school - Irene the birthday girl, Janeen, Loraine, Aila and Nadine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eASjOVCtl14/TrAKpVgYmoI/AAAAAAAAALk/9gofNDy2mM8/s1600/197560_1848846471761_1558707108_31952586_2126976_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eASjOVCtl14/TrAKpVgYmoI/AAAAAAAAALk/9gofNDy2mM8/s320/197560_1848846471761_1558707108_31952586_2126976_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670043636123343490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;March - Janeen's turn! She is one of my treasured friends in highschool, and I really miss her. She left for California last October.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fRUP0P_23BY/TrALZvyyIgI/AAAAAAAAALw/syZNaZhfs_o/s1600/206873_1885468707294_1558707108_32002254_8051885_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fRUP0P_23BY/TrALZvyyIgI/AAAAAAAAALw/syZNaZhfs_o/s320/206873_1885468707294_1558707108_32002254_8051885_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670044467813556738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;April - Cay's Luau (kuno) party. I have gorgeous friends, I know. &lt;i&gt;Plaid dress I bought at Robinson's, hair extensions from my friend Patricia. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DAU4Ysj3pH8/TrAMkPgc9KI/AAAAAAAAAL8/yE7UrsM6iJY/s1600/248949_2026520033489_1558707108_32191493_3272745_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DAU4Ysj3pH8/TrAMkPgc9KI/AAAAAAAAAL8/yE7UrsM6iJY/s320/248949_2026520033489_1558707108_32191493_3272745_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670045747636925602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;June - Aila in Wonderland. One of the best debuts I've attended. We were asked to wear white and a head dress since it is &lt;i&gt;Wonderland.&lt;/i&gt; With my Bs Patrica and Loraine. &lt;i&gt;Dress from Genevieve Gozum, caged booties from C2 Women and head dress given by Tin which she bought at Divisoria.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EmQtlTQ6lAY/TrANXZoQngI/AAAAAAAAAMI/EhZKvgOMXnA/s1600/254728_2244975694744_1558707108_32410338_3865755_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EmQtlTQ6lAY/TrANXZoQngI/AAAAAAAAAMI/EhZKvgOMXnA/s320/254728_2244975694744_1558707108_32410338_3865755_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670046626527354370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;July - Dianne's Cosa Nostra. I missed my blockmates in Benilde so much that I didn't want the night to end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4dJh7sjW57g/TrANXk6CtII/AAAAAAAAAMQ/NxeHX16SqAM/s1600/270083_2149200780431_1558707108_32275522_4163513_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4dJh7sjW57g/TrANXk6CtII/AAAAAAAAAMQ/NxeHX16SqAM/s320/270083_2149200780431_1558707108_32275522_4163513_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670046629554730114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my bestfriends in elementary also turned 18. Childhood moments &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eS9CJUVDU5w/TrANX0hdC7I/AAAAAAAAAMs/KeCZ-4fvIm4/s1600/294056_2458056861640_1558707108_32613960_360870403_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eS9CJUVDU5w/TrANX0hdC7I/AAAAAAAAAMs/KeCZ-4fvIm4/s320/294056_2458056861640_1558707108_32613960_360870403_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670046633746566066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;October - Confessions of a Rockeeholic, still with my beautiful highschool friends. Dress to impress daw, I think I did pretty well? Hihi. Thrifted leopard dress (yes, I bought it for P80 only!!)  and caged booties. This was the most bongga debut I've ever seen, well so far since my bestfriend is about to turn 18 this Saturday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ctJxyfSEEhA/TrANXh-V8dI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ZsN2bJgmNiI/s1600/283052_2177064397004_1558707108_32314725_7356431_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ctJxyfSEEhA/TrANXh-V8dI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ZsN2bJgmNiI/s320/283052_2177064397004_1558707108_32314725_7356431_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670046628767461842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite thing about attending debuts aside from the unlimited food is of course, the photobooth. Plus, I get the chance to bond with my friends. This is the only way I know how to make up for my missing social life. But on the other side.. Of course it would be really nakakahiya to attend a party and not give a gift to the celebrant. I do exert effort (and money, huhu!) in giving gifts because I know the giddy feeling when you open bunch of gifts. It's heaven, I swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I should post a separate entry about my 18th birthday? Hmm. Can't believe I'm turning 19 (omg last teenage year) in two months! Time flies really fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-8156522192034392981?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/8156522192034392981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=8156522192034392981&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/8156522192034392981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/8156522192034392981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2011/11/debut-parties-butas-bulsa.html' title='Debut Parties = Butas Bulsa'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E-6rOnMC_2U/TrAHozA5PTI/AAAAAAAAALA/tTVYrCZ4HvA/s72-c/179198_1778620796163_1558707108_31835704_3094429_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-3326598620695915735</id><published>2011-10-31T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T08:59:59.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gandang Gabi Vice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;September 21, 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to ABS-CBN not only because it is a requirement but because we also want to have a good time. I tried very best to have our group booked for the taping. I tried to contact GGV through Twitter, talked to Vice Ganda and the show's audience coordinator. Thank God everything worked out really well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qrL7fRJUgXE/Tq7DAnJI8eI/AAAAAAAAAKo/9A8rXKAm2uU/s1600/312140_2369403925372_1558707108_32546611_951621825_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qrL7fRJUgXE/Tq7DAnJI8eI/AAAAAAAAAKo/9A8rXKAm2uU/s320/312140_2369403925372_1558707108_32546611_951621825_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669683396180767202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vice is really tall!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EPa6gxWffXc/Tq7DBIsZs-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/LHofeSb2OCU/s1600/313564_2369403205354_1558707108_32546609_146212952_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EPa6gxWffXc/Tq7DBIsZs-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/LHofeSb2OCU/s320/313564_2369403205354_1558707108_32546609_146212952_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669683405187036130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daniel, Diego and Neil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I only have few pictures because we were not allowed to take pictures in the studio, and I think I was really lazy and hungry then. We were at the studio at 4PM, the taping started 15 mins before 5 and ended at 9pm. Sinong hindi magugutom at mauuhaw? Ney and I hurriedly walked to the nearest McDonald's and ate our dinner. And hurriedly ate to be able to catch the MRT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aside from the three guys from Grown Up (or is it Growing Up?), the guests were Noli de Castro, Toni Gonzaga and Chiz Escudero.  This was aired last September 25, 2011 but Chiz' episode was shown a week after. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Please believe me that the show Gandang Gabi Vice is x 8179103 funnier when you're watching live. I hope to visit the next again next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-3326598620695915735?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/3326598620695915735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=3326598620695915735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/3326598620695915735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/3326598620695915735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2011/10/gandang-gabi-vice.html' title='Gandang Gabi Vice!'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qrL7fRJUgXE/Tq7DAnJI8eI/AAAAAAAAAKo/9A8rXKAm2uU/s72-c/312140_2369403925372_1558707108_32546611_951621825_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-2667739964451081228</id><published>2011-10-31T07:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T08:36:49.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FM Radio Stations Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Part of our requirement in our subject Principles of Mass Communication is to visit an FM/AM radio station and a TV show/station. We wrote a letter to Manila Broadcasting Company and asked permission if we can visit Easy Rock, one of their radio stations. MBC was very kind that they actually toured us in all the stations they handle - Yes FM, Love Radio, Easy Rock, Radyo Natin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYJfhSvoNjA/Tq6zalDoSgI/AAAAAAAAAI8/DuSiBmGHT3k/s1600/296242_2369371164553_1558707108_32546563_1845591521_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYJfhSvoNjA/Tq6zalDoSgI/AAAAAAAAAI8/DuSiBmGHT3k/s320/296242_2369371164553_1558707108_32546563_1845591521_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669666250111339010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course I have this obligatory photo. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8rG9FT4yuWk/Tq60H61jhZI/AAAAAAAAAKE/fZymajipkVA/s1600/295950_2369364444385_1558707108_32546544_1860319742_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8rG9FT4yuWk/Tq60H61jhZI/AAAAAAAAAKE/fZymajipkVA/s320/295950_2369364444385_1558707108_32546544_1860319742_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669667029051999634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While waiting, Divine fishtail'd my hair. I am suddenly missing my loooong hair. Yes,  had my hair cut (finally!) last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ACtCuct5CC8/Tq60HYFntHI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Bet-heEM68A/s1600/291769_2369365764418_1558707108_32546550_1782847806_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ACtCuct5CC8/Tq60HYFntHI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Bet-heEM68A/s320/291769_2369365764418_1558707108_32546550_1782847806_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669667019724141682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With my classmates Cess, Nadine and Ney. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D93gnr7qWF4/Tq626GLvCcI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Y8lBRia1MpI/s1600/298760_2369368844495_1558707108_32546558_502837775_n.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D93gnr7qWF4/Tq626GLvCcI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Y8lBRia1MpI/s320/298760_2369368844495_1558707108_32546558_502837775_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669670090114533826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With my groupmates and two of Yes FM's DJ - Maria Maldita and the other DJ. Please forgive me cause I really can't remember her name :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o9rI-jElmZo/Tq6zbLAjYbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/7fotIg2O9l8/s1600/315623_2369368044475_1558707108_32546555_325610138_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o9rI-jElmZo/Tq6zbLAjYbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/7fotIg2O9l8/s320/315623_2369368044475_1558707108_32546555_325610138_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669666260298981810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Missy Hista, the very witty DJ of Love Radio. She asked us to wait until she goes on air and she said, "&lt;i&gt;wag kang magtaka kung ang ex mo ay napunta sa kaibigan mo. Saan nga ba napupunta ang mga basura? Eh di sa plastic. Sabi yan ng mga KULASITAS na nandito.&lt;/i&gt;" And she asked us to say hi. Kulasitas because we're small daw :| Hahaaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QDNWneuRgLU/Tq6zaghWumI/AAAAAAAAAJE/eaAIL0C-pfY/s1600/296183_2369366804444_1558707108_32546552_1282772272_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QDNWneuRgLU/Tq6zaghWumI/AAAAAAAAAJE/eaAIL0C-pfY/s320/296183_2369366804444_1558707108_32546552_1282772272_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669666248893839970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Justin Taylor! We were so starstruck with his voice! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was fun talking to the DJs of these three radio stations. We found out that it is not them who pick the songs but the playlister. Their main goal is to not have a dead-air and to completely entertain their listeners. Some of them prepare their scripts but others really do well in adlibs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To be a disk jockey, you have to pass the audition and interview. According to these DJs, voice is not that important anymore, but rather, the humor, and how well you deliver your adlibs, and of course your character.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DODaLyQXQaI/Tq6za83b9TI/AAAAAAAAAJM/9Vq9OS1s_k4/s1600/301965_2369365364408_1558707108_32546548_834123521_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DODaLyQXQaI/Tq6za83b9TI/AAAAAAAAAJM/9Vq9OS1s_k4/s320/301965_2369365364408_1558707108_32546548_834123521_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669666256502650162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This exposure to radio production makes me want to minor in Broadcast Journalism. I think this will be my dream job since my first love is music. Although I want to minor in PrintJourn too because I want to work in a travel magazine to travel, of course. Haha! Two more sems before my minor track!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-2667739964451081228?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/2667739964451081228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=2667739964451081228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/2667739964451081228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/2667739964451081228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2011/10/fm-radio-stations-tour.html' title='FM Radio Stations Tour'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYJfhSvoNjA/Tq6zalDoSgI/AAAAAAAAAI8/DuSiBmGHT3k/s72-c/296242_2369371164553_1558707108_32546563_1845591521_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-8198419676084046363</id><published>2011-10-31T07:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T07:36:58.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Culture. Our Pride. Our Art.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IZuXavErp3c/Tq6wzUNvOGI/AAAAAAAAAI0/u8ggrKxcLqI/s1600/305865_2286502052877_1558707108_32469086_1998737_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last August 25, 2011, I got the chance to witness Manilart 2011, a Philippine International Art Fair that was held at NBC Tent, Bonifacio Global City. There were several galleries that showcased artworks in a conceptualized art exhibit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-esXdfDgMVKE/Tq6vkeK2NqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/h3WATQd63ZU/s1600/318765_2286608575540_1558707108_32469387_358802_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-esXdfDgMVKE/Tq6vkeK2NqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/h3WATQd63ZU/s320/318765_2286608575540_1558707108_32469387_358802_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669662022014744226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I will share some of my favorite artworks, although I think I like everything in the gallery. Sorry I can't mention the artist, I lost every data that I had. Sad, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V4VdwzwBujY/Tq6vknqLWHI/AAAAAAAAAHk/IFfQCli2S8Q/s320/309018_2286515613216_1558707108_32469111_5919485_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669662024562071666" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This alien was created by no other than Leeroy New.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IZuXavErp3c/Tq6wzUNvOGI/AAAAAAAAAI0/u8ggrKxcLqI/s1600/305865_2286502052877_1558707108_32469086_1998737_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IZuXavErp3c/Tq6wzUNvOGI/AAAAAAAAAI0/u8ggrKxcLqI/s320/305865_2286502052877_1558707108_32469086_1998737_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669663376552179810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ze6-fTG0bCs/Tq6wy6In9zI/AAAAAAAAAIk/s5EFqfcj2hM/s1600/304760_2286549054052_1558707108_32469213_3557228_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ze6-fTG0bCs/Tq6wy6In9zI/AAAAAAAAAIk/s5EFqfcj2hM/s320/304760_2286549054052_1558707108_32469213_3557228_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669663369551410994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VlChM_62uBc/Tq6wyeC7okI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qLsGzyqDVhY/s1600/294343_2283669742071_1558707108_32464720_5618526_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VlChM_62uBc/Tq6wyeC7okI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qLsGzyqDVhY/s320/294343_2283669742071_1558707108_32464720_5618526_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669663362011341378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SLJ03UZQR-k/Tq6wx2ch_yI/AAAAAAAAAIM/U7zMtABqAqI/s1600/320840_2286544573940_1558707108_32469198_454959_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SLJ03UZQR-k/Tq6wx2ch_yI/AAAAAAAAAIM/U7zMtABqAqI/s320/320840_2286544573940_1558707108_32469198_454959_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669663351381294882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-weoezwI0BJM/Tq6wxfNtVCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/D6z0TAnMRhg/s1600/321527_2283666381987_1558707108_32464710_6103459_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-weoezwI0BJM/Tq6wxfNtVCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/D6z0TAnMRhg/s320/321527_2283666381987_1558707108_32464710_6103459_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669663345145107490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is amazing that we Filipinos are very gifted when it comes to arts. It's a little disappointing though that our government pays a little attention to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dUrQwlW_jsQ/Tq6vkllZwOI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Q9zRFnQb0NI/s1600/321514_2286616015726_1558707108_32469423_6786341_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dUrQwlW_jsQ/Tq6vkllZwOI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Q9zRFnQb0NI/s320/321514_2286616015726_1558707108_32469423_6786341_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669662024005173474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are the booklets that were given to us during the convention. Watch out for Manilart 2012!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-8198419676084046363?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/8198419676084046363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=8198419676084046363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/8198419676084046363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/8198419676084046363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2011/10/our-culture-our-pride-our-art.html' title='Our Culture. Our Pride. Our Art.'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-esXdfDgMVKE/Tq6vkeK2NqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/h3WATQd63ZU/s72-c/318765_2286608575540_1558707108_32469387_358802_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-4563419134420263322</id><published>2011-10-27T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T06:16:15.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Sayaw Ng Dalawang Kaliwang Paa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ye4CkGQfW6U/TqlY7CrZwCI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lGP0GWvEIQQ/s1600/312246_295140763830809_216032861741600_1159846_248948069_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ye4CkGQfW6U/TqlY7CrZwCI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lGP0GWvEIQQ/s320/312246_295140763830809_216032861741600_1159846_248948069_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668159377376919586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;p class="separator" style="font-family: georgia; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; color: black; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; color: black; "&gt;Dennis (Rocco Nacino) and Marlon (Paulo Avelino) are students of Karen (Jean Garcia) in her literature class. Marlon stalked Karen and found out that she's a choreographer and dance teacher. He enrolled in Karen's dance class and tried to impress her so he asked Dennis' help, who apparently assists at the studio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; color: black; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; color: black; "&gt;The two men grew closer and became intimate friends as they practice dance routines. Dennis shows a little affection to Marlon, while Marlon has his full attention on his professor and dance teacher Karen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; color: black; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; color: black; "&gt;Karen found out that Marlon rents the dance studio after class and asks Dennis to tutor him so he can perform well in the dance class. Marlon felt betrayed over Dennis telling Karen. After that incident, Karen noticed the coldness between the two men so she asked the both of them to help her out at a cotillion and to audition for a Panay epic&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Humadapnon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; color: black; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; color: black; "&gt;This made Dennis and Marlon inspired to work together again. They auditioned with their own interpretation of a literary piece and eventually got the main roles for&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Humadapnon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; color: black; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; color: black; "&gt;The film was a complete form of art and culture. It fused literature, dance and music to present a complex love triangle. The dance was uniquely Filipino although there were some scenes that consumed too much time on dance routines only. The literature and poetry were perfect, as well as the music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; color: black; "&gt;"&lt;span style="border-color: initial; border-style: initial; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left-color: windowtext; border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Ang-Sayaw-ng-Dalawang-Kaliwang-Paa/216032861741600"&gt;Ang Sayaw Ng Dalawang Kaliwang Paa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" was directed by Alvin Yapan under Vim Yapan/Alem Chua Production in Cooperation with BIGTOP Media Productions, Inc. and Far Eastern University.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; color: black; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;The movie will be shown in selected theaters starting October 26, 2011.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&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/29116050-4563419134420263322?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/4563419134420263322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=4563419134420263322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/4563419134420263322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/4563419134420263322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2011/10/ang-sayaw-ng-dalawang-kaliwang-paa.html' title='Ang Sayaw Ng Dalawang Kaliwang Paa'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ye4CkGQfW6U/TqlY7CrZwCI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lGP0GWvEIQQ/s72-c/312246_295140763830809_216032861741600_1159846_248948069_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-6099577266004831791</id><published>2011-10-27T05:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T06:11:17.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Invasion of Zombadings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FYAEprlGvY4/TqlYI4IMGHI/AAAAAAAAAHE/xUwYSx9_DVs/s1600/76142_174662899220000_160048897348067_520598_686242_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FYAEprlGvY4/TqlYI4IMGHI/AAAAAAAAAHE/xUwYSx9_DVs/s320/76142_174662899220000_160048897348067_520598_686242_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668158515551410290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="separator" align="center" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;color:blue;mso-no-proof:yes;text-decoration:none; text-underline:none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="separator" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; " &gt;&lt;b&gt;I watched Zombadings 1: Patayin sa Shokot si Remington last September 1, 2011 at Gateway with my mass comm batchmates. This was the closing film of this year's Cinemalaya.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="separator" align="center" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; text-decoration: none; "  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "  &gt;&lt;b&gt;The story starts with a boy named Remington  who kept on teasing gay people. Until one day, he and his mom went to the cemetery and Remington was being his usual naughty self when he saw a middle-aged gay. He cursed Remington and said that he will be gay in the future.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "  &gt;&lt;b&gt;When Remington reached his teenage years, he noticed a change in his physical appearance and sexual preference. The town where he lives was disturbed by a killer of gay people through the use of a&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;gaydar&lt;/i&gt;. The only thing that Remington can do to get rid of the curse is  to find someone who will be willing enough to be gay.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "  &gt;&lt;b&gt;The movie was incredibly funny. I laughed my lungs out during the "hagdan scene". It's an undeniable fact that gays are condemned in the society but this movie speaks for gays' rights in an entertaining and witty way. Also, the movie helped us to appreciate and understand the gay community even more. Now I am patiently waiting for part 2!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;Charoterang isprikitik! Umappear ka vahkler!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt; color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&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/29116050-6099577266004831791?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/6099577266004831791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=6099577266004831791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/6099577266004831791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/6099577266004831791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2011/10/invasion-of-zombadings.html' title='The Invasion of Zombadings'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FYAEprlGvY4/TqlYI4IMGHI/AAAAAAAAAHE/xUwYSx9_DVs/s72-c/76142_174662899220000_160048897348067_520598_686242_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-870074248467003610</id><published>2011-10-23T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T20:33:23.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bass Acoustic Cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MFX4Bmq5GIE?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;My version of Super Bass. I'm still trying to figure out how to play the rap version like Karmin's. Please excuse my hair and face, I just got up from my bed. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-870074248467003610?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/870074248467003610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=870074248467003610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/870074248467003610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/870074248467003610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2011/10/super-bass-acoustic-cover.html' title='Super Bass Acoustic Cover'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MFX4Bmq5GIE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-3540208744152151317</id><published>2011-10-23T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T20:24:52.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jawbreaker Day IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Being an avid fan of burgers, I've always wanted to try Zark's most famous Jaw breaker. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Triple cheeseburger with spam, bacon and overflowing cheese sauce on top. The burger costs P250 but if you finish it in 5 minutes, it's free! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P6IsxZmWLcE/TqQzm13R8dI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RYSgiX365Kw/s1600/260520_2132861211952_1558707108_32251534_969268_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P6IsxZmWLcE/TqQzm13R8dI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RYSgiX365Kw/s320/260520_2132861211952_1558707108_32251534_969268_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666710973525914066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last July 27, 2011, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Zarks-Burgers/125052717215"&gt;Zark's Burgers&lt;/a&gt; scheduled their Jawbreaker Day IV. I promised my cousin to treat her to Starbucks when Dallas Mavericks won the NBA finals. But I said that we should try Jawbreaker instead. During Jawbreaker days, the burger will be P100 off. Imagine, you only have to pay P150 for this 6-inches heavenly burger + fries + iced tea! So I asked my cousin, my brother, and her girlfriend to go to Taft at 12 noon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jCkhUE4WxOg/TqQzmR1cf6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/zgUjmmFmri4/s1600/265079_2132859251903_1558707108_32251530_5745199_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jCkhUE4WxOg/TqQzmR1cf6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/zgUjmmFmri4/s320/265079_2132859251903_1558707108_32251530_5745199_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666710963854540706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fun part was.. boys were not allowed to use fork and knife. EAT WITH YOUR HANDS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ik2iocbIs4M/TqQzmXxuKHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/WZHSlKk11NM/s1600/260514_2132864932045_1558707108_32251546_3499366_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ik2iocbIs4M/TqQzmXxuKHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/WZHSlKk11NM/s320/260514_2132864932045_1558707108_32251546_3499366_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666710965449533554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This, I shall call the suicide burger. I was not able to finish it because my tummy was acting up that day so I paid additional P50 for take away. I shall wait for the Jawbreaker VI and prepare thy tummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You can visit &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Zarks-Burgers/125052717215"&gt;Zark's Burgers&lt;/a&gt; at 2nd floor Archer's Nook Building, Taft Avenue, in front of De La Salle University.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their barbeque rum sauce is really good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-3540208744152151317?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/3540208744152151317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=3540208744152151317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/3540208744152151317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/3540208744152151317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2011/10/jawbreaker-day-iv.html' title='Jawbreaker Day IV'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P6IsxZmWLcE/TqQzm13R8dI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RYSgiX365Kw/s72-c/260520_2132861211952_1558707108_32251534_969268_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-7965646878657113526</id><published>2011-10-23T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T08:03:16.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinemalaya 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jhz7oYa2ZuQ/TqQnYLXtvKI/AAAAAAAAAGU/TacVomgoR7s/s1600/294986_2244913733195_1558707108_32410274_389415_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jhz7oYa2ZuQ/TqQnYLXtvKI/AAAAAAAAAGU/TacVomgoR7s/s320/294986_2244913733195_1558707108_32410274_389415_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666697527461526690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year's Cinemalaya opened last July 15, 2011 with 13 competing films. The opening film Maskara, a movie about the late Johnny Del Gado's life was directed by Laurice Guillen. And the closing film Zombadings was a hit even in the mainstream cinema.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our professor tasked us to watch one film and do a movie review about it. I originally planned to watch Ang Babae Sa Septic Tank but the tickets were sold out already. Me and my friend settled for Ang Sayaw Ng Dalawang Kaliwang Paa since the screening time was the most convenient for our schedules. Will post a seperate entry for the movie review.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nIxUV4fTAno/TqQnX0h0HII/AAAAAAAAAGE/Lg-mbwugnMk/s1600/269489_2177242761463_1558707108_32315061_8151065_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nIxUV4fTAno/TqQnX0h0HII/AAAAAAAAAGE/Lg-mbwugnMk/s320/269489_2177242761463_1558707108_32315061_8151065_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666697521329872002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went to the opening with my masscomm batchmates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nsmAI5gvcPY/TqQnXtDb69I/AAAAAAAAAF8/j16tr25URHc/s1600/185485_2244932973676_1558707108_32410315_5760425_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nsmAI5gvcPY/TqQnXtDb69I/AAAAAAAAAF8/j16tr25URHc/s320/185485_2244932973676_1558707108_32410315_5760425_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666697519323409362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With Direk Joel Lamangan and my classmate, Irish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We also got the chance to visit CCP's museum and who would forget the controversial "Kulo" of Mideo Cruz? I have to say that his artwork is beautiful. Art is not meant for everybody to understand, that may be the reason why a lot of Filipinos are condemning him for his artwork.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I had the time and money, I'd want to watch every film in the Cinemalaya. This year was really a huge success for indie film makers. If I'm not mistaken, four films from this year's Cinemalaya already conquered the mainstream and were very successful.  I am getting even more excited for the next years of Cinemalaya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-7965646878657113526?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/7965646878657113526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=7965646878657113526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/7965646878657113526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/7965646878657113526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2011/10/cinemalaya-2011.html' title='Cinemalaya 2011'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jhz7oYa2ZuQ/TqQnYLXtvKI/AAAAAAAAAGU/TacVomgoR7s/s72-c/294986_2244913733195_1558707108_32410274_389415_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-2430776570626651541</id><published>2011-10-23T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T07:29:29.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st sem is over!</title><content type='html'>I am really sorry for not udpating this blog. I've been terribly busy with school. 1st sem of my 2nd year life was really, really stressful. I need to find time to update this blog even during school days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't know where to start blogging. I had bunch of activities these past few months but I think I'll start with my Cinemalaya experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you still want to be updated, you can follow me on Twitter @ilycandice. I'm on Twitter 24/7. Hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-2430776570626651541?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/2430776570626651541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=2430776570626651541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/2430776570626651541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/2430776570626651541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2011/10/1st-sem-is-over.html' title='1st sem is over!'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-6625175059737749801</id><published>2011-08-02T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T06:05:08.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You, Babies</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been almost two months since I last updated my blog. I've been very, very busy with school these days. Book fair at Megamall, Cinemalaya, NSTP exposure trip are some of the many activities I did for the past two months. I will update soon, hopefully after our midterms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just want to share this right now because I really, really miss my babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RNW7UlgzawE/Tjfz5RAYUaI/AAAAAAAAAF0/mhck9svzi-4/s1600/198689_2217159959368_1558707108_32372700_8054385_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RNW7UlgzawE/Tjfz5RAYUaI/AAAAAAAAAF0/mhck9svzi-4/s320/198689_2217159959368_1558707108_32372700_8054385_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636241623820554658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Clark and Hayley, sheepdogs that were given by our aunty. Clark is 3 years old and Hayley is 2. Hayley got lost after a couple of months giving birth. Clark tried to get out of his cage while we were in Tagaytay, and we never found him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really miss about these two dogs is that they're very sweet. When they see you cry, or when you are sick that you cough until your lungs come out, they'll go near you, to check if you're okay. Sometimes they even kiss you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clark serves us my alarm clock in the morning, especially during summer. He enters my room, goes up in my bed and lick me. Although Clark is very &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sutil&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;suplado&lt;/span&gt;, he's very protective. We're safe as long as we know he's here with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayley's the sweetest girl. I always carry her even if she's gone big already, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lalo na&lt;/span&gt; when she got pregnant. He's very childish and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;maharot&lt;/span&gt;. She gave birth to 8 cute babies but now we only have &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hachi&lt;/span&gt; because we sell the other puppies. She's my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kadamay&lt;/span&gt; when I cry at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really miss these two. This photo was taken when I was eating pancake in my room and they wanted to have some. Hachi, the son of Clark and Hayley resembles them so much. We'll have a new pup this week, probably. And enough of the sheepdogs already cause this one will be a shihtzu. I hope she'll be as malambing as the two. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-6625175059737749801?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/6625175059737749801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=6625175059737749801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/6625175059737749801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/6625175059737749801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-miss-you-babies.html' title='I Miss You, Babies'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RNW7UlgzawE/Tjfz5RAYUaI/AAAAAAAAAF0/mhck9svzi-4/s72-c/198689_2217159959368_1558707108_32372700_8054385_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-4865258489419501321</id><published>2011-06-10T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T07:00:54.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 20, declared as national holiday</title><content type='html'>Through Proclamation No. 154, the Palace declared &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;June 20&lt;/span&gt; as a non-working holiday in celebration of Jose Rizal's 150th birth anniversary. Note: he was born on June 19, the holiday was moved to the nearest Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile,&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; June 12 &lt;/span&gt;(Sunday) will remain a regular holiday and it will &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; be moved to June 13 which is the nearest Monday. So basically, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;may pasok sa June &lt;/span&gt;13. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusing, right? Some holidays were not moved because celebrations are meant to stay on that date, according to the Deputy presidential spokesperson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;June 24 &lt;/span&gt; (Friday) is a non-working day in Manila in commemoration of the 438th founding anniversary of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, holiday on June 12 and 20. And in the city of Manila on June 24.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-4865258489419501321?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/4865258489419501321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=4865258489419501321&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/4865258489419501321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/4865258489419501321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-20-declared-as-national-holiday.html' title='June 20, declared as national holiday'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-7779813792289584590</id><published>2011-06-10T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T05:20:46.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words That Are More Beautiful Than "I Love You"</title><content type='html'>I love getting random text messages from unexpected people especially when they say &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I miss you.&lt;/span&gt; People that you didn't know you meant something to them, people you have probably ignored even once in your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's even more beautiful than that is when they say &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm happy for you&lt;/span&gt;. Those four words, it makes my heart melt. It makes me more than thankful that I have them in my life. I am so blessed to be surrounded by people who truly loves me, unconditionally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-7779813792289584590?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/7779813792289584590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=7779813792289584590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/7779813792289584590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/7779813792289584590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2011/06/words-that-are-more-beautiful-than-i.html' title='Words That Are More Beautiful Than &quot;I Love You&quot;'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-9149501781271439620</id><published>2011-06-08T08:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T05:04:43.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tips For College Freshmen</title><content type='html'>This is a little late but I still hope that you'll learn something at the end of this post ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Never miss your first day &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; first class. And please come on time, or else your blockmates will look at you as if you killed someone. &lt;br /&gt;2) Get to know your whole block, they might be your friends throughout college.&lt;br /&gt;3) Always prepare your 1x1 or 2x2 picture and index card. Always.&lt;br /&gt;4) It's okay to get lost in the campus, just know your way out.&lt;br /&gt;5) Know your profs, care about them because &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you have to make a name&lt;/span&gt;. You're not just gonna sit in the corner and listen. You have to do your best so your professor will remember you (and give you a good grade).&lt;br /&gt;6) Choose your friends well. People in college are like fish in the sea. &lt;br /&gt;7) Join organizations. It will make your college life even more meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;8) Always be proud of where you're from. It'll make you stand out from the rest of the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;9) Yellowpad and pen will do.&lt;br /&gt;10) Partying will always be present in college but learn how to manage your time.&lt;br /&gt;11) Smile :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-9149501781271439620?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/9149501781271439620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=9149501781271439620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/9149501781271439620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/9149501781271439620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2011/06/tips-for-college-freshmen.html' title='Tips For College Freshmen'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-2092569635311587327</id><published>2011-06-05T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T07:17:38.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Someone Like That Someone</title><content type='html'>Last night, I attended Aila's debut and two of her 18 candles told her that "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Namimiss na kita, wala kasi akong makitang katulad mo..&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even joked around, "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;wala kang makitang katulad ni Aila? Baka naman kasi boyfriend hinahanap mo?!&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;wala ka naman kasi talagang makikitang katulad niya dahil nag-iisa lang ang tao.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jzarah answered, "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hindi naman kasi literal. Wala kang mahanap na katulad siya kasi ayaw mo siyang palitan.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is true. We make "I can't find someone like you" an excuse for "I don't want to replace you, ever." When we become too attached with people, we'll do everything to keep them, to not lose them. But the moment of separation comes, and we can't do anything about it. We keep on missing their presence, still wishing they're still here, with you. Still hoping that they will come back, and you're going to rekindle what you had before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if it's really the end, if there's really no more turning back, the only thing we can wish for them is to be happy. To do well in everything they do. And at the end of the day, they still make us proud that for once, we were part of their lives. At the end of the day, we still love them. Just like we used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qemWRToNYJY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Someone Like You by Adele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-2092569635311587327?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/2092569635311587327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=2092569635311587327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/2092569635311587327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/2092569635311587327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2011/06/finding-someone-like-that-someone.html' title='Finding Someone Like That Someone'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qemWRToNYJY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-5754969475225051695</id><published>2011-06-05T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T04:07:19.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons Why I Don't Want To Live In A Condo</title><content type='html'>..while studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a cousin who has a condo in Vito Cruz and is quite walking distance from my school. I can live there anytime I want, but I really don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) No one's going to cook for me. I know how to fry, sure. But cook something like adobo, sinigang, menudo? Uhh not gonna work for me, sorry. And because no one's going to cook for me, that also means that I won't be having delicious (and free) meals everyday.&lt;br /&gt;2) Talking about free meals.. Since everything at home is provided by my mom, when I live in the condo, I need to spend with my own money. All right, they're going to give me allowance but I'd rather save it than eat somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;3) Eating somewhere else aka restaurants and fast food chains and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;carinderia&lt;/span&gt;. Hello, Taft Avenue. University Mall, Vito Cruz, Estrada, Leon Guinto, and other places I can walk into. I'm saving really hard, so this will not really help me. And unhealthy, too.&lt;br /&gt;4) Being forever alone. Living in the condo is very boring. I doubt that my cousin has an internet connection in her unit. LOL. No more annoying brothers? Hmm. I'll probably sleep all day.&lt;br /&gt;5) I like coming home with a food served on the table already. What if I'm dead tired from school and I don't have something to eat? That's too much oppression.&lt;br /&gt;6) It's five times scarier when there's an earthquake.&lt;br /&gt;7) 90% of this list is about food, yes? But I'm just going to miss my family. I know my mom needs me so much at home because we don't have a maid and my brothers are.. well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I travel from Cavite to Taft every single day. If I love near my school, less stress in commuting plus I'll have enough energy to do school works when I get home. But let's see if my schedule for this sem can still handle the Cavite-Taft travel and my other activities. Not to mention that the traffic here in Cavite got even worse. Thank you, CavitEx. Thank you so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-5754969475225051695?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/5754969475225051695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=5754969475225051695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/5754969475225051695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/5754969475225051695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2011/06/reasons-why-i-dont-want-to-live-in.html' title='Reasons Why I Don&apos;t Want To Live In A Condo'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-3020357118823078654</id><published>2011-06-02T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T23:59:03.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karmin Covers Super Bass</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/byv-wpqDydI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're on &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/KarminMusic"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://facebook.com/KarminBook"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;, too. Worth the &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/karmincovers"&gt;subscribe&lt;/a&gt; and follow. And yup, they got signed just recently. Congrats to both of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-3020357118823078654?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/3020357118823078654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=3020357118823078654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/3020357118823078654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/3020357118823078654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2011/06/karmin-covers-super-bass.html' title='Karmin Covers Super Bass'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/byv-wpqDydI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-8143417551491581625</id><published>2011-06-02T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T07:22:31.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Queen B Is Back</title><content type='html'>Whatever B stands for (Beauty, Bitch or Blogger), I am definitely back here in blogspot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been two years since I last posted here and thank goodness I still remember my password. I've been in Wordpress (starcandy.org) and Tumblr (sarcasticsweetheart.tumblr.com). I suppose to make a profit out of my own domain but sadly, I was not able to maintain it. Two years and a lot of things have changed, two years of a rollercoaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will officially be the home of my shared thoughts and experiences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I lost all my link-ex here,sad. Still fixing the chatbox and everything else. See you soon, love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-8143417551491581625?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/8143417551491581625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=8143417551491581625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/8143417551491581625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/8143417551491581625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2011/06/queen-b-is-back.html' title='The Queen B Is Back'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-829264897872332141</id><published>2009-06-19T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:25:29.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spell L♥ve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="definition"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The most spectacular,indescribable,  deep euphoric feeling for someone.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; is an incredibly powerful word. When you're in love, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you always want to be together&lt;/span&gt;, and when you're not, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;you're thinking about being together because you need that person and without them your life is incomplete&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love is unconditional affection with no limits or conditions: completely loving someone. It's when you trust the other with your life and when you would do anything for each other. When you love someone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you want nothing more than for them to be truly happy no matter what it takes&lt;/span&gt; because that's how much you care about them and because their needs come before your own. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You hide nothing of yourself and can tell the other anything because you know they accept you just the way you are and vice versa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;It's when they're the last thing you think about before you go to sleep and when they're the first thing you think of when you wake up, the feeling that warms your heart and leaves you overcome by a feeling of serenity. &lt;/span&gt;Love involves wanting to show your affection and/or devotion to each other. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;It's the smile on your face you get when you're thinking about them and miss them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can make you do anything and sacrifice for what will be better in the end. Love is intense,and passionate. Everything seems brighter, happier and more wonderful when you're in love.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; If you find it, don't let it go.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="example"&gt; One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That word is &lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sophocle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's killing me this early and so I won't have much time to blog anymore. But my &lt;a href="http://plurk.com/keeeen1/invite"&gt;plurk&lt;/a&gt; is still active as always. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last post for candy-ish. :|| I'm officially moving to &lt;a href="http://starcandy.org/"&gt;starcandy&lt;/a&gt;. Please do update my link, thankies so much, love! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-829264897872332141?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/829264897872332141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=829264897872332141&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/829264897872332141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/829264897872332141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2009/06/spell-lve.html' title='Spell L♥ve'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-2359095488136434120</id><published>2009-06-11T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T07:50:11.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sorry guys. I can't comment back on you right now. I'm terribly busy with my &lt;a href="http://starcandy.org"&gt;newest blog&lt;/a&gt; (probably moving there soon) and preparing for school. Take care amigos! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-2359095488136434120?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/2359095488136434120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=2359095488136434120&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/2359095488136434120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/2359095488136434120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2009/06/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-5055376589391423363</id><published>2009-06-09T06:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T06:18:31.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter Vs. Plurk</title><content type='html'>Let's compare twitter to plurk and plurk to twitter. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with my favorite. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Plurk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has super cute emoticons! Like these:&lt;img src="http://statics.plurk.com/92b595a573d25dd5e39a57b5d56d4d03.gif" class="emoticon" alt="(lmao)" height="25" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://statics.plurk.com/0f96595ed7733393b93a3d67aa4f2f4f.gif" class="emoticon" alt="(hungry)" height="17" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://statics.plurk.com/373cd2f23dab7528d4875170d13d64f7.gif" class="emoticon" alt="(funkydance)" height="24" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://statics.plurk.com/e49c8ae965452550c98fc7f99741ae0d.gif" class="emoticon" alt="(yahoo)" height="27" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://statics.plurk.com/846277f0a154dc95a08594b7d32a5ccd.gif" class="emoticon" alt="(ninja)" height="18" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://statics.plurk.com/a5ae31c4185bc60cd006650dc10f8147.gif" class="emoticon" alt="(angry)" height="37" /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="td_qual"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="qualifier q_will"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="td_cnt"&gt;&lt;div class="text_holder"&gt;&lt;img src="http://statics.plurk.com/a55bdb344892676b0fea545354654a49.gif" class="emoticon" alt="(dance)" height="35" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="text_holder"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="td_qual"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="qualifier q_will"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="td_cnt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a lot lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has none. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Plurk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uses timeline (which is so cool) to see the your plurks and other people's plurks or in the simplest form, the so-called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;updates&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uses.. i don't know. Basta it's like a list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Plurk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, is harder to use/figure out than twitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is ofcourse, easier to use. Or should I say convenient?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Plurk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has this thing called "karma". It goes up when you do quality plurking and goes down when you are inactive. [FYI, high karma gives you the access to use super super cute emoticons! :)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't have karma that goes up and down. You can update anytime you want without having to worry about your karma [cause they don't have it] getting low. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Plurk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is for commoners..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is for celebrities. Haha! Or those people who want to follow celebrities. xD Hollywood stars have their twitter accounts too! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Megan Fox, P. Diddy, Katy Perry, Lady Gaga, Lil Wayne, Blake Lively, Oprah, Ryan Seacrest, Ashton Kutcher, Justin Timberlake, Snoop Dogg, etc&lt;/span&gt;. [Btw, those are the celebrities that I follow. Haha!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Plurk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has a wide variety of layouts to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has only a few layouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Plurk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[I think] it's easier to respond to other plurks. It's almost similar to chatting.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;when you respond to people's tweets,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it will be automatically your update.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Plurk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lets you give a title for your site&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Candice Laquian (kendizstar) on Twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is forever your site title.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Plurk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;cannot send&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;updates with pictures via mobile&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;can. I think? Haha!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Plurk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Some of the plurkers only want to chat with somebody. Most times, their plurks only say : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goodmorning! Hello! &lt;/span&gt;And other greetings. And they wait for somebody to respond on their plurk.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Only the bisaya people do that. xD]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Twitters' updates contains sensible stuff, at least. You will never see their updates saying just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;plain goodmorning&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Plurk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;their symbol are cute monsters. Or what they call, "creatures"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;their symbol is a bird. :)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Plurk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you can customize your widget's color&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You can't. Correct me if I'm wrong.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Plurk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;no applications.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They have applications that I know nothing about. But I've heard about the tweetdeck, it's a game.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Plurk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt; change your URL, but you can change your nickname&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; change your URL anytime you want&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Plurk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is for the net adiccts and certified bums!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is for.. busy people. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kasi nga&lt;/span&gt;, you don't have to update every single date.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything anymore. Biased much ba? XD&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yes, I love plurk than twitter. And would you believe that plurk makes me inexplicably happy? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Twitternatics, don't get mad at me okay? &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;This is my blog, and these are my thoughts!&lt;/span&gt; XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;So guys, if you want to join my plurkada, click&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://plurk.com/keeeen1/invite"&gt;me&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;And if you want to follow me at twitter, visit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/kendizstar"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-5055376589391423363?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/5055376589391423363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=5055376589391423363&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/5055376589391423363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/5055376589391423363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2009/06/twitter-vs-plurk.html' title='Twitter Vs. Plurk'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-713913252323764657</id><published>2009-06-07T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T07:37:42.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Shall change the theme before the start of SY 2009-2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;Put archives btw. And yes, when you click the date, it goes to the main page. You have to click the navigation blog to see the entries. :) And now I'm having second thoughts if I'm still going to change my theme. XD&lt;br /&gt;Ktnxbai.&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-713913252323764657?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/713913252323764657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=713913252323764657&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/713913252323764657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/713913252323764657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-do.html' title='to do'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-1356018032324972007</id><published>2009-06-05T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T22:15:05.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;I wanna share these piece of lyrics from my favorite songs as of now. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I need you here, not just in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In Loving Memory; And Then I Turned 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And finally, all my dreams are happening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;in an ideal for of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The Jamestown Story; And Then I Turned 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Promises are just words unless they're fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A Year From Now; Across Five Aprils&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Remember when you held my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;like you'd never let it go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A Year From Now; Across Five Aprils&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I just wish our story didn't end this way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'cause I'm still in love with the person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;who helped me write it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A Year From Now; Across Five Aprils&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've got a little bit of love and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a little bit of that and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that's all I have to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Oh, Dakota; A Rocket To The Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It is love from the first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Time I pressed my lips against yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Thinking oh is it love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Oh is it love; Hellogoodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know you will always be my light, Shooting stars could never be this bright&lt;br /&gt;Do you know you will always be my light?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm afraid of losing you; A Rocket To The Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not scared of losing this,&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of losing you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm afraid of losing you; A Rocket To The Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and over, I'll love you so tender&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped on your arms while staring at your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be over, when you are under&lt;br /&gt;I want you to hold my hands and take this chance as free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ears and Rhymes ; December Avenue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it feels like nothing's gonna cross our way&lt;br /&gt;It's all right I'm never giving up on you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I'll be watching you; December Avenue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tell myself that i'll be fine without ya,&lt;br /&gt;But i would die if i was not around ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;♥Stuck with each other; Shontelle feat. Akon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya like it? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I now have a comment box for my entries. Yay! My babe requested for it. ;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just click on the &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:pink;"&gt;Rainbow♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ktnxbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-1356018032324972007?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/1356018032324972007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=1356018032324972007&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/1356018032324972007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/1356018032324972007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2009/06/lovely.html' title='Lovely♥'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-377179910310733252</id><published>2009-06-05T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T07:36:21.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey blog is now up! :)</title><content type='html'>Hello. I'm sorry for not keeping track of your blogs and your messages. I've been terribly busy constructing my new blogger. Actually, it's a survey blog. You might wanna visit. Ofcourse, drop some love! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://starsurveys.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;StarSurveys&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;StarSurveys&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;StarSurveys&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;StarSurveys&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been raining hard since wednesday I think. And it's feels so great to sip some hot chocolate and sleep. Right? But I hope June 15 will be a sunny day! Yay. I'm so excited to go to school again! Hello seniority! Well, excited is not the word. I'm just happy cause my bum days will be over. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's for now. Ktnxbai. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-377179910310733252?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/377179910310733252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=377179910310733252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/377179910310733252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/377179910310733252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2009/06/survey-blog-is-now-up.html' title='Survey blog is now up! :)'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-6811398924872035214</id><published>2009-06-01T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T06:23:36.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet My Newest Bestfriend</title><content type='html'>Summer is here and I'm still waiting there.. Winter is here but I'm still waiting there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Waiting in vain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June's up. Goodbye, sun. Hello, rain. Our first day of class was moved to June 15. Rejoicing? Not. I'm lazing around all day loooooong. Trying to be productive in front of my laptop. How great is that? And I'm so excited to see the class list which for sure, will be posted next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I have a new bestfriend? Yes. The name's &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/keeeen1/invite"&gt;plurk&lt;/a&gt;. He's been keeping me up when I feel so down. I love you &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/keeeen1/invite"&gt;plurk&lt;/a&gt;, forever and ever. LOL. But srsly, I've been quite emo these days. When I got nothing to talk to, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/keeeen1/invite"&gt;plurk&lt;/a&gt; is still there. (Tell me if I have a mental disorder, &lt;u&gt;NOW!&lt;/u&gt;) And of course &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;ZG&lt;/span&gt; for being non-judgmental and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Gerald&lt;/span&gt; for his rational voice over my irrational thoughts. And would I forget my babe &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Nadine&lt;/span&gt;? I can tell her anything I want and she's always there for me to listen and to laugh with me. :) I love you guys BIG TIME! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-6811398924872035214?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/6811398924872035214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=6811398924872035214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/6811398924872035214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/6811398924872035214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2009/06/meet-my-newest-bestfriend.html' title='Meet My Newest Bestfriend'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-7568741334290499128</id><published>2009-05-30T03:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T03:56:43.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Spirit -- NOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;A week to go and school's up. Not gearing up for it though. I don't know what to expect this year. I mean, I know. I just don't want to think about how entire year will be tough. Or so I say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;How are you going to live when your life was almost about him? How are you going to survive every single day knowing he won't be there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;When you used to go to school every morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Have lunch together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Sit next to each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Get your things from the locker; he holds yours, you hold his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;How you never want to miss class cause you don't want him to be alone the entire day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;When things get a little off between the two of you and the best way to escape is to pig out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;How you criticize other people and he would just agree with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;How he doesn't want to see you hanging with other boys just because he's too afraid he might lose you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The way he saves you every time math is killing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;When he lets you use his jacket and gives you a big hug whenever you feel cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;How he go crazy when you smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;How cute he is when he's mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;When computer class become terribly boring and you pass notes even though your sitting just next to each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;How he tells you you're beautiful and gorgeous every time you look at him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;How you brag about each other's grade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The way he hold your hands and doesn't want to let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;How he wants his sundae just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;plain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt; vanilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;How you get bankrupt every date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The way you taught him to eat fishballs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;That his passwords are all about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The way he steals a kiss from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;That one of his dogs was named after you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The way he kiss your forehead cause you told him you like being kissed there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;That you still trust him no matter how irresponsible he gets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;When you get stressed because of the research paper and he's not doing his job, you know at the end of the day, he's going to help you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;When both of you are not good at drawing, yet he still tried and both of you got 90% for that project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;When people look strange at you because you're pricking his blackheads out and his nose gets extremely red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;How you satisfy one another's cravings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;How you can tell him anything and everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The way you sing together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The way you play those kiddie games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;When people think he's weird, yet you still love him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;How he looks like a kid when he pleads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;How the staffs at the canteen ask about you and him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;When silly friends spread crazy rumors and you're just going to give it a laugh cause you know it ain't true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;How desperate you are to be his partner in the cotillion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;How impatient you get with TLE projects and he &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;volunteers&lt;/span&gt; do to it for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;How you always remind him of the schedule and dates. You are his personal calendar and he's your personal clock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;How bad you miss each other during holidays and typhoon season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The way he treats you like a baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;When you know teachers can't hold you down because you're still busmates after all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;When he gives you his wallet every morning and you'll have to manage his money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;When you're too scared of falling but he always keep you up and no matter what happen, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;he's going to stand up for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The whole year you spent at DLH-301 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(30+1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;That no matter how many times you hurt each other, you know that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your haven is still at each other's arm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;How you used to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his angel, his &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;sweetest sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I don't know how to end this blog entry&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-7568741334290499128?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/7568741334290499128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=7568741334290499128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/7568741334290499128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/7568741334290499128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2009/05/school-spirit-not.html' title='School Spirit -- NOT'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-6752777996767796002</id><published>2009-05-28T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:59:46.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She was nearly scared to death</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="somethingineverhad" is_pmrepliable="1" author_possessive="somethingineverhad's"&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Do you know that there are two days in our life that we can do nothing about?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;one is "yesterday" which is gone,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;while the other is "tomorrow" which is uncertain and might not come at all.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;we can only live in "today, wherein we can love, work, play and above all, enjoy life..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I seem to be posting quotes so often these days. Quotes that I can relate to and quotes that inspire me. :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Finally, my laptop is back in my room &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;! We fixed everything thismorning. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yesterday, we went to San Beda and my alma matter. Yes, we're finally enrolled. We also bought books. I saw Jazeel, Ivan's and Arvin's mom. Then we went to the mall to buy school stuffs. We have to do everything fast cause we're going to fetch Clark at Vet's nook. We had him groomed. Ang guess what, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kinalbo sya.&lt;/span&gt; As in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kalbo. &lt;/span&gt;The moment we saw him, we were asking those vets, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Si Clark ba yan?"&lt;/span&gt; Cause really.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Para pa siyang asong ulol.&lt;/span&gt; It's the effect of the sleeping med &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;daw. &lt;/span&gt;:|&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm currently.. puzzled, hurt, in pain. I know, things wil soon be over. I don't want to have any regrets. But now, I am just &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I forgot, I have to cover the 3 dozen of books pa. Isn't that fun? UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-6752777996767796002?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/6752777996767796002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=6752777996767796002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/6752777996767796002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/6752777996767796002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2009/05/she-was-nearly-scared-to-death.html' title='She was nearly scared to death'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-4593539259873028489</id><published>2009-05-27T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T03:51:49.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought for the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;The fantasy is simple. Pleasure is good. And twice as much pleasure is better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;That pain is bad. And no pain is better. But the reality is different. The reality is that pain is there to tell us something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;And there is only so much pleasure we can take without getting a stomachache. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;And maybe that's okay. Maybe some fantasies are only supposed to live in our dreams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not dropping by on your site. I'll do, soon. I'm just fixing some zits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-4593539259873028489?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/4593539259873028489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=4593539259873028489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/4593539259873028489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/4593539259873028489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2009/05/thought-for-day.html' title='Thought for the Day'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-6799495310081917528</id><published>2009-05-24T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T22:23:37.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Obsessions</title><content type='html'>Since I'm so lazy to make kwento, I'll be blabbing about my current obsessions instead. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SholLskQFaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/zhAzoXhz3f0/s1600-h/51tiIysfXBL._SL500_AA280_PIbundle-12,TopRight,0,0_AA280_SH20_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SholLskQFaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/zhAzoXhz3f0/s320/51tiIysfXBL._SL500_AA280_PIbundle-12,TopRight,0,0_AA280_SH20_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339621191073142178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Murray's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sugarfree&lt;/span&gt; Chocolate Cookies&lt;/span&gt;. Tito gave this to me as his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pasalubong&lt;/span&gt;. And guess what, ako lang nakaubos ng isang box. Haha! I can't stop eating this cookie. I recommend the double fudge. It tastes like brownies or much more better than brownies!&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (Photo from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;amazon.com&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/Shom9fhdF5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/A0_vVqs7h4s/s1600-h/P5230179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/Shom9fhdF5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/A0_vVqs7h4s/s320/P5230179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339623146076837778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chocolate Truffles&lt;/span&gt;. Does this look like a chocolate truffle? Haha! Yes, these are chocolate truffles -- na tunaw. xD We brought it at Splash Island yesterday (takas) that's why it's tunaw. Tita bought it from her officemate. Full of taste and not too sweet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the sweets that I've been eating lately. And I can't get enough of them! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-6799495310081917528?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/6799495310081917528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=6799495310081917528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/6799495310081917528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/6799495310081917528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2009/05/current-obsessions.html' title='Current Obsessions'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SholLskQFaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/zhAzoXhz3f0/s72-c/51tiIysfXBL._SL500_AA280_PIbundle-12,TopRight,0,0_AA280_SH20_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-7928815315368378259</id><published>2009-05-21T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T05:38:43.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Before anything else, I'd like to share this to you guys. I got this from &lt;a href="http://jermiony.multiply.com/"&gt;Jem's multiply&lt;/a&gt;. :)&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUICIDAL &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;SANDWICH&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; There were three friends: an Atenean, a La Sallite, and a UP student (so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know this story is fictional.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, these three friends met for lunch everyday and ate their&lt;br /&gt;sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt;: Putek! Peanut butter sandwich na naman? Sawang-sawa na ako dito ah. Pag&lt;br /&gt;bukas, peanut butter sandwich na naman ang baon ko, magpapatiwakal na ako!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ateneo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Darn! Roast beef sandwich again. I'm sick of this already. If I get&lt;br /&gt;another roast beef sandwich tomorrow, I'm gonna shoot myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:place style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;La Salle&lt;/st1:place&gt; : Oh my gosh, grabe! Ham sandwich is my baon again. I am so sawa&lt;br /&gt;with this sandwich na, ha? If my baon tomorrow is ham sandwich again, I'm&lt;br /&gt;gonna drive my CRV over the cliff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, they again met for lunch, and, alas, they had the same&lt;br /&gt;sandwiches again. The UP student went back to his dorm, pulled out a&lt;br /&gt;belt,and choked himself to death. The Atenean went home, got a gun, and&lt;br /&gt;shot himself in the head. The La Sallite drove his CRV off a cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At their funerals, their mothers were interviewed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UP: Kung sinabi niya lang sa akin na ayaw niya na nang peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;sandwich, eh di sana hindi na yun yung pinabaon ko sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ateneo: If he had told me that he didn't want roast beef anymore, I&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't have given him roast beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;La Salle&lt;/st1:place&gt; : Hindi ko maintindihan kung bakit siya nagpakamatay, eh siya&lt;br /&gt;naman yung gumagawa ng sarili niyang sandwich!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;MAHIRAP LAHAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sa UP, mahirap ang Math.&lt;br /&gt;Sa Ateneo, mahirap ang English.&lt;br /&gt;Sa La Salle, mahirap ang parking.&lt;br /&gt;Sa Assumption, mahirap ang walang pera.&lt;br /&gt;Sa UST, mahirap umuwi kapag baha.&lt;br /&gt;Sa St. Scholastica, mahirap sumakay sa LRT.&lt;br /&gt;Sa San Beda, mahirap maging lalaki. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(For real? San Beda pa naman ang brother ko. :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired today. I got up at 7:30AM, went to my alma matter -- not to enroll. XD Bought a new set of uniform and what can I say? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kakapiranggot ang tie.&lt;/span&gt; And yes, june 8 is really the start of my last year as a highschool student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had breakfast at SEx, met up with out Tita who gave us the pup but we had it swap &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;din&lt;/span&gt;. Haha! We went to their house at Pque and my goodness. They have so many puppies! Super duper cuties! :) Nanganak naman kasi ang dalawang dog nila ng 6 pups each (not sure.) If you want to buy, message me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet our new baby, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Hayley&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShVC6ZtcSII/AAAAAAAAAEo/CBPnAKbQ5Mc/s1600-h/P5210018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShVC6ZtcSII/AAAAAAAAAEo/CBPnAKbQ5Mc/s320/P5210018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338246504418920578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;almost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 2 months old. Half sheepdog and half terrier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We went to San Beda-Alabang cause my brother is finally, officially going to San Beda College-Alabang. Their uniform section is way too overcrowded. Ang service is 27 palang and we're on the 63rd. Haha! They sell their uniforms in such a very low price compared to WC. Imagine, their PE shirt is just around Php70-90, the polos are like a hundred plus only. Basta, it's really cheaper than WC uniforms. Hello, Php400++ for HS polos? *Insert plurk emoticon here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is so frdigin' hott. I swear. :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We got home at around 4PM na. Thank God it's raining. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-7928815315368378259?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/7928815315368378259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=7928815315368378259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/7928815315368378259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/7928815315368378259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-baby.html' title='New baby!'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShVC6ZtcSII/AAAAAAAAAEo/CBPnAKbQ5Mc/s72-c/P5210018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-689600475696841095</id><published>2009-05-19T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T08:28:26.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All my Life, I prayed for someone like you..</title><content type='html'>I am so frackin pissed with globe! Dammet!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Lagi nalang kinakain ang&lt;/span&gt; load &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt;. I can't text &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tuloy kahit na may&lt;/span&gt; free texts &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pa ko. &lt;/span&gt;T____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but blog tonight. I was blog hopping and heard a very beautiful song playing. Gaaad, I remember someone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tuloy&lt;/span&gt;. Sorry &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't asked permission yet if I can go to my friend's birthday bash tomorrow. Mom fell asleep early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight bloggers. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-689600475696841095?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/689600475696841095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=689600475696841095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/689600475696841095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/689600475696841095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-my-life.html' title='All my Life, I prayed for someone like you..'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-287726793174130596</id><published>2009-05-16T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T08:11:11.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hello online friends! I was out for three days. I've been to Tagaytay. I'm too lazy to make kwento pa. Heehee. Sawry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, add me on plurk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://plurk.com/keeeen1/invite"&gt;Click me. Click me. Click me.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ktnxbai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-287726793174130596?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/287726793174130596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=287726793174130596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/287726793174130596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/287726793174130596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-hello.html' title='Hello, hello!'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-7174324637109778326</id><published>2009-05-06T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:23:09.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gimme some greens!</title><content type='html'>I'm currently having an addiction for shoes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nike SB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SgJ6XIxxjTI/AAAAAAAAADA/3_PoxBc-DF4/s1600-h/nike-sb-2009-preview-dunk-blazer-veloce-prod-2-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SgJ6XIxxjTI/AAAAAAAAADA/3_PoxBc-DF4/s320/nike-sb-2009-preview-dunk-blazer-veloce-prod-2-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332959446671920434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SgJ6XKx07kI/AAAAAAAAADI/1ukH_LPYd8Y/s1600-h/nike-sb-2008-show-case-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SgJ6XKx07kI/AAAAAAAAADI/1ukH_LPYd8Y/s320/nike-sb-2008-show-case-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332959447209012802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SgJ6W9FeU7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/LZ4Dr4HjkGQ/s1600-h/nike-dunk-low-premium-sb-space-tiger-randy-colvin-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SgJ6W9FeU7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/LZ4Dr4HjkGQ/s320/nike-dunk-low-premium-sb-space-tiger-randy-colvin-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332959443533321138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOO YORK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SgJ6yw4-lGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/dpkkIHTryUM/s1600-h/1800056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SgJ6yw4-lGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/dpkkIHTryUM/s320/1800056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332959921296020578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SgJ6zGTwnNI/AAAAAAAAADg/8or3ufKo1h8/s1600-h/pECKO1-5488612v250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SgJ6zGTwnNI/AAAAAAAAADg/8or3ufKo1h8/s320/pECKO1-5488612v250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332959927045496018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SgJ6yzaHraI/AAAAAAAAADY/0JDkxMal0j0/s1600-h/11175411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SgJ6yzaHraI/AAAAAAAAADY/0JDkxMal0j0/s320/11175411.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332959921971899810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OXFORD HEELS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SgJ7bmzgSxI/AAAAAAAAADo/MdWs2JeONy8/s1600-h/2501723242_0796af101b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SgJ7bmzgSxI/AAAAAAAAADo/MdWs2JeONy8/s320/2501723242_0796af101b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332960622963346194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLADIATOR HEELS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SgJ74c-JJUI/AAAAAAAAADw/dsbG0esj-1o/s1600-h/dior_heels4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 175px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SgJ74c-JJUI/AAAAAAAAADw/dsbG0esj-1o/s320/dior_heels4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332961118539818306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SgJ74vJXvGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/nxpPPUY4Y3E/s1600-h/red1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SgJ74vJXvGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/nxpPPUY4Y3E/s320/red1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332961123418750050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SgJ74kxcXsI/AAAAAAAAAD4/0MiCjYjPPbk/s1600-h/7158_1_442_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SgJ74kxcXsI/AAAAAAAAAD4/0MiCjYjPPbk/s320/7158_1_442_p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332961120634035906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sooo.. What do you think? :) I'm going to need lots of cash to buy these. SBs are worth 4k++ as well as the ZooYork. Aaaand. Don't you think that the gladiator heels are so sexaaay? :) I'm lovin' heels. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, my shoe wish list is longer than this. I just got lazy to put them all. Haha! Friends? I would really, really appreciate it if you're going to give me a gift. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-7174324637109778326?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/7174324637109778326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=7174324637109778326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/7174324637109778326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/7174324637109778326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2009/05/gimme-some-greens.html' title='Gimme some greens!'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SgJ6XIxxjTI/AAAAAAAAADA/3_PoxBc-DF4/s72-c/nike-sb-2009-preview-dunk-blazer-veloce-prod-2-10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-8998576911113763124</id><published>2009-05-01T22:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T22:26:54.423-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Summer Slam</title><content type='html'>Oh my oh my. Since 4th grade I really want to attend summer slam. I even wanted to attend Octoberfest. Hahaha! I'm a band person that's why I really, really, really like to attend summer slam. Don't you think we have such great bands here in our country? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulp Summer Slam just ended last April 30. :| &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saan ba kasi may malapit na summer slam&lt;/span&gt;? Hello, QC? I'm from Cavite &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pa&lt;/span&gt;. Ugh. And I don't know who's gonna come with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUMMER SLAM. SUMMER SLAM. SUMMER SLAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmkay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-8998576911113763124?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/8998576911113763124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=8998576911113763124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/8998576911113763124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/8998576911113763124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer-slam.html' title='Summer Slam'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-8969995798162174028</id><published>2009-04-30T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:49:06.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy happy! :)</title><content type='html'>Happy Labor's Day! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;monsturr&lt;/span&gt; and I went out. Btw, the monsturr is celebrating the birthday today! :D We had a good time. I beat the monsturr &lt;u&gt;twice&lt;/u&gt; in a car racing. Oh yes, LOSER! :P THe monsturr grabbed my arm and told me, "ang payat mo ah" I was like, really?  I wasn't able to eat well for five days cause my teeth frackin damn hurts, srsly. I posted our pictures on my multiply, check it out. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate walking when it rains. My feet gets so icky wet. Srsly, I don't know how to walk when the road is wet. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo.. What keeps me busy these days? I've been watching Monk and Dr. House and Grey's Anatomy and Gossip Girl. Haha! Also, I've been watching &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CZf7fmzozj8"&gt;PoohKwang&lt;/a&gt; on Youtube and it makes me laugh to death. Haha! Try to search it on youtube. I'm not reviewing for college entrance tests. And I think I'm going to fail algebra. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ktnxbai. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-8969995798162174028?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/8969995798162174028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=8969995798162174028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/8969995798162174028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/8969995798162174028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-happy.html' title='Happy happy! :)'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-6997897311459817876</id><published>2009-04-25T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:47:09.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Summer Nights</title><content type='html'>Hello rainy summer! It sucks -- NOT. But it's strange you know? It's summer and it's raining. Yes yes, climate change. It's not yet rainy season but it kept on raining. But I don't like super hotttttttttt summer either. We sweat and get irritate a lot. Right? :)) It feels great (for us people) to have cold weather during summer. But it's not a good sign for our earth. :||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, am I making any sense? XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm inlove with The Used's Smother Me. :) Here's a peak of the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Let me be the one who calls you baby&lt;br /&gt;All the time&lt;br /&gt;Surely you can take some comfort&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that you're mine&lt;br /&gt;Just hold me tight, lay by my side&lt;br /&gt;and let me be the one who calls you&lt;br /&gt;Baby all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my place in the world&lt;br /&gt;Could stare at your face for the rest of&lt;br /&gt;my days&lt;br /&gt;Now I can breathe, turn my insides out&lt;br /&gt;and Smother me&lt;br /&gt;Warm and alive I'm all over you&lt;br /&gt;would you smother me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I love&lt;/span&gt; it to death. Haha! I'm still not changing my blog's skin. I'm toooooo lazy. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-6997897311459817876?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/6997897311459817876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=6997897311459817876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/6997897311459817876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/6997897311459817876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2009/04/cold-summer-nights.html' title='Cold Summer Nights'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-3931642767019452993</id><published>2009-04-19T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T07:31:37.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ermm..?</title><content type='html'>I just got back from Tagaytay. `twas my cousin's 7th birthday. I still don't have time to read all your blog entries guys. Sorry. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to buy my own domain. YAY! To have $$$  ofcourse. xD And I finally decided to change my blog's skin! I want to be productive, at least. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ktnxbai. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-3931642767019452993?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/3931642767019452993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=3931642767019452993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/3931642767019452993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/3931642767019452993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2009/04/ermm.html' title='Ermm..?'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-8968964179844817228</id><published>2009-04-15T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T05:10:36.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Trips</title><content type='html'>Hello hello! Sorry for not updating again. I've been quite busy these past few days. We went to baguio last holy thursday. PMA's the place to be! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SeadoGACmuI/AAAAAAAAACo/IH-gzbrcMAk/s1600-h/P4100164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SeadoGACmuI/AAAAAAAAACo/IH-gzbrcMAk/s320/P4100164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325116921543301858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And yesterday, we had fun at Splash Island. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SeaeAw29PvI/AAAAAAAAACw/JtTutjQMLlE/s1600-h/P4150334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SeaeAw29PvI/AAAAAAAAACw/JtTutjQMLlE/s320/P4150334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325117345364786930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Papa left this morning. Aww. This is the last outing for this summer with our dad. He only had 27days with us. Saaad. He still doesn't want to go. Who wants to be away from his family anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should change my blog skin. But I don't want to. Haha! Don't you think that my blog skin is cute? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update my blog more often now cause I think, starting for now, I'll be a bummer again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-8968964179844817228?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/8968964179844817228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=8968964179844817228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/8968964179844817228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/8968964179844817228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2009/04/summer-trips.html' title='Summer Trips'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SeadoGACmuI/AAAAAAAAACo/IH-gzbrcMAk/s72-c/P4100164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-3705240527166517364</id><published>2009-04-03T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:48:12.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach or Pool?</title><content type='html'>My 4th previous blog post (I think), I said that my pop arrived home. And now he's leaving. Yes, very very very fast. Screw his assistant!! He barely have two weeks to stay here. He'll be leaving probably on the 14th of April. Thank God his passport needs to be re-newed. If not, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wala na sya dito ngayon&lt;/span&gt;. So Papa was planning to go to Puerto Galera and there had been a lot of side comments. Mom doesn't want the beach. As well as my three sibs. Mehn, i soooo love the beach! But, next week is going to be like the highest peak season. Haha! Cause it's holy week. And PG would be very very crowded. Mom wants to go to Club Manila. Ugh. I want to travel far far faaaar! It's in Tanay (or Taytay?!) Whatever. And it's just pool. I want beach. So baaaadly. :||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I had a dream. I went to DLS-CSB with my big bro. And got really amazed with their SDA building. Funny, I know. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-3705240527166517364?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/3705240527166517364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=3705240527166517364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/3705240527166517364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/3705240527166517364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2009/04/beach-or-pool.html' title='Beach or Pool?'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-4593153680483869852</id><published>2009-04-01T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T20:05:54.065-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoblog'/><title type='text'>Highschool No More</title><content type='html'>I think I should change my welcome note. I'm not starting from scratch anymore. Haha! It was last updated during the last quarter of 2008. Owell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My big bro is already a graduate. Gaah. Can't believe that he's going to college. You know my bro's a little irresponsible and very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pasaway&lt;/span&gt;, indeed. He will study at San Beda College - Alabang and still not sure about his course. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I.T&lt;/span&gt; was not recommended to him. But I think they will do something about it. :P My grannies were with us yesterday. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SdQpL-aIPpI/AAAAAAAAACY/VMACgaWHdwc/s1600-h/P4010007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SdQpL-aIPpI/AAAAAAAAACY/VMACgaWHdwc/s320/P4010007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319922345539288722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SdQpMKqFH5I/AAAAAAAAACg/bFgM1ftDWNA/s1600-h/P4010012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SdQpMKqFH5I/AAAAAAAAACg/bFgM1ftDWNA/s320/P4010012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319922348827418514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SdQpL-zRBpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/DEcRqFTK46M/s1600-h/P4010005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SdQpL-zRBpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/DEcRqFTK46M/s320/P4010005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319922345644721810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can view more pictures on my &lt;a href="http://theultimatestaar.multiply.com/photos/album/10/Graduation_Ceremony_2009"&gt;multiply&lt;/a&gt;. Ktnxbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SdQnPm9X_1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kBeKN9bckfo/s1600-h/P4010007.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-4593153680483869852?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/4593153680483869852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=4593153680483869852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/4593153680483869852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/4593153680483869852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2009/04/highschool-no-more.html' title='Highschool No More'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SdQpL-aIPpI/AAAAAAAAACY/VMACgaWHdwc/s72-c/P4010007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-566316783061087714</id><published>2009-03-27T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T08:31:11.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;"actions speak louder than words, yet words act stronger than actions, in times, actions cannot.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kevin Cuisia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ÜÜ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-566316783061087714?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/566316783061087714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=566316783061087714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/566316783061087714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/566316783061087714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-thought.html' title='Just a Thought'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-1150776625517515563</id><published>2009-03-27T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T03:30:16.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Band Geek.</title><content type='html'>I want to have a new hair do. You know Hayley Williams? Yes, Paramore's lead singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ScyqE5j-FrI/AAAAAAAAABo/6HS_scSugsw/s1600-h/hayley-williams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 147px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ScyqE5j-FrI/AAAAAAAAABo/6HS_scSugsw/s320/hayley-williams.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317812261165602482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want to cut my hair like this and dye it red. Hahahaha! Kidding. But seriously, I want to have a new do na. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I super miss being in a band. Like singing and playing guitar. Ugh. When oh when will I have my own band again? :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I love Paramore ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-1150776625517515563?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/1150776625517515563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=1150776625517515563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/1150776625517515563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/1150776625517515563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2009/03/band-geek.html' title='Band Geek.'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ScyqE5j-FrI/AAAAAAAAABo/6HS_scSugsw/s72-c/hayley-williams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-4472831220759113500</id><published>2009-03-24T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T05:57:27.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, pick-up lines.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bold&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the ones that would probably work on you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Strikeout&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the ridiculously lame ones&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Apart from being sexy, what else do you do for a living?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;s&gt; Do your legs hurt? Cause you've been running through my mind all day.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;s&gt;  You’re like a dictionary, you add meaning to my life.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;s&gt; If you were a pair of pants I would wear you out.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;s&gt; I wish you were a door, so I could bang you all day!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;s&gt; You know, if I were you, I'd have sex with me.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;s&gt; If I were a fly, I would be all over you, because you are the shit!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;s&gt; Are you from Tennessee? Cause you're the only ten I see.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;s&gt; I'm no Fred Flintstone, but I can make your Bedrock!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;s&gt; Is that a mirror in your pants? Cause I can see myself in them.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;s&gt; Do you work for UPS? I could have sworn I saw you checking out my package.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Hey, don't frown - you'll never know who might be falling in love with your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. You remind me of Pokemon. I just want to piccachu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;s&gt; Nice shoes, wanna screw?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;s&gt; Forgive me if I'm wrong, but is your name Gurtrude?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;s&gt; Did you hear the latest health report? You need to up your daily intake of&lt;br /&gt;vitamin me.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;s&gt; Would you like to try an Australian kiss? It is just like a French kiss, but down under.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;s&gt; The word of the day is "legs." Let's go back to my place and spread the word.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;s&gt; You’re ugly but you intrigue me.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;s&gt; If I made the alphabet I would put U and I together.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;s&gt; If you were words on a page, you'd be what they call FINE PRINT!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. When God made you, he was showing off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;s&gt; Are you a library card? Cause I'm checking you out.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. There must be something wrong with my eyes, I can't take them off you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;s&gt; If I told you that you had a great body, would you hold it against me?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. What does it feel like to be the most beautiful girl in this room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. If beauty were time, you'd be eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. Dang, Sugar, settle down. I'm diabetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. True, there are a lot of fish in the sea, but you're the only one I'd like to catch and mount back at my place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. I hope you know CPR, because you take my breath away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. &lt;s&gt; Let's conserve water and shower together!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. &lt;s&gt; You're so fine you turn my software into hardware.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. &lt;s&gt; You can put a Trojan on my Hard Drive anytime.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. &lt;s&gt; Your body's name must be Visa, because it's everywhere I want to be.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. &lt;s&gt; Let's do breakfast tomorrow. Should I call you or nudge you?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.&lt;s&gt;  I just put you on the top of my 'To Do List'.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. &lt;s&gt; Nice legs, what time do they open?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. &lt;s&gt; If I received a nickel for everytime I saw someone as beautiful as you, I'd have five cents.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. &lt;s&gt; It's not my fault I fell in love, you're the one who tripped me!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40. I lost my teddy bear, will you sleep with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. &lt;s&gt; Do you have a map? Cause I keep getting lost in your eyes.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. &lt;s&gt; You must be Cheerios, cause you seem healthy for my heart.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;43. If snowflakes were kisses, I'd send you a blizzard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. &lt;s&gt; Can you give me directions... To your heart?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. &lt;s&gt; I'm feeling a little off today, would you like to turn me on?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[ Love from &lt;a href="http://servinsurveys.multiply.com/"&gt;ServinSurveys dot multiply dot com&lt;/a&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if those I have striked out were being said by a maniac. Or maybe a dork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-4472831220759113500?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/4472831220759113500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=4472831220759113500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/4472831220759113500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/4472831220759113500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-pick-up-lines.html' title='Oh, pick-up lines.'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-2684992790082447880</id><published>2009-03-22T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T01:00:08.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop's Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Last friday, pop arrived home. We fetched him at the airport and had lunch at home.  Rested for a while then went out again to buy stuffs for tomorrow's event. First stop, duty free. Bought chocolates and cornbeefs and spams. I super love mnm's promo! They gave us an inflatable chair with speakers! Haha! And I bought my &lt;i&gt;dream&lt;/i&gt; shoes. Not. I just love the shoes.  It was just an accident cause I saw a Sanuk store inside the duty free. I was suppose to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; fit&lt;/span&gt; the shoes. Just fit. Then dad ask me if I'll buy those. And I said, yes! HAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Very cute &amp;amp; comfy shoes. No, they're not shoes, they're sandals. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head off to moa to buy dresses, shoes, long sleeves.. Ate at superbowl of China. :) Mom and I can't find any nice dress. MOA is too big.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sasakit lang paa mo kaka-ikot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to SM bacoor the day after to look for dresses. Thank God I was able to find an LBD. :) The debut of my cousin will be held at Valenzuela. Ang lapit diba? We were stucked along Manila. The kids are having their entry for guiness &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;daw&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The party &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;should start at 6PM. We arrived at 8PM. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My sense of blogging is lost. Ugh. I want to blog lots of things but I'm getting lazy. :||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-2684992790082447880?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/2684992790082447880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=2684992790082447880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/2684992790082447880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/2684992790082447880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2009/03/pops-home.html' title='Pop&apos;s Home!'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-7070118477946981178</id><published>2009-03-18T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:16:16.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay summer! :)</title><content type='html'>My summer is now officially open! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer = beach. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are few things I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shall&lt;/span&gt; do this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Organize my room.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go university hopping. :))&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prepare for college entrance exams.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Decide on what course I would take on college.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go beach hopping and bikini hunting! :))&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Party! :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;productive&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I don't want my summer to be boring like before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'll update more soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-7070118477946981178?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/7070118477946981178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=7070118477946981178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/7070118477946981178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/7070118477946981178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2009/03/yay-summer.html' title='Yay summer! :)'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-6369733625200634127</id><published>2009-03-05T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T02:30:18.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New skin?</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking of changing my blog skin. But it would take a lot of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ayos&lt;/span&gt; again. Probably I will, on summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh mehn, I can't believe the school year is about to end. We still have problems and I hope (I really hope) that we can still fix things. I hope that the end of this school year would be very memorable to us. Next week is going to be a busy week for sure. We have to pass all our requirements and mayn, I still have missed quizzes. Haha! Missed quizzes because of the cotillion &amp;amp; cheerdance rehearsals. I'm planning to take it next week also. One in geometry and one in chem&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lang naman&lt;/span&gt;. :)) And I'm still not done with my a.p. report. Heehee.  I'll be updating more next time.  Bye! :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-6369733625200634127?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/6369733625200634127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=6369733625200634127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/6369733625200634127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/6369733625200634127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-skin.html' title='New skin?'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-419061810254892748</id><published>2009-02-26T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:08:55.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Worries. :D</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm still alive. :D I have to complete all my requirements that's why I don't get a chance to update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have celebrated the 25th anniversary of Woodridge College last February 21, 22 &amp;amp; 23. Yes, we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; to go to school last saturday and sunday and monday (which is suppose to be a holiday). We had only one day rest and that is tuesday. Oh, did I just say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rest&lt;/span&gt;? We did our investigatory project last tuesday so that is not a total rest. I was stucked in the DLH grounds the whole celebration because I was one of the dancers and we really need to practice. As much as I want to watch the sports exhibition (basketball) and the WDC dance, I can't. We can't. But I enjoyed our rehearsals. We just need a lot of water. A clean water I mean.. And cold. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the foundation day, there were lots of food stalls in the field. (How I wish that woodridge is franchising those food stalls. The food in the canteen is.. err..) There were tiangges, inflatable slides, caterpillar and merry go round. In short, the school looked like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; perya&lt;/span&gt;. LMAO. But it was fun. There were lots of activities (though I wasn't able to join them). But I was part of the cheerdance presentation. I just missed the free rides on the last day. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally done with our research paper. Hoorah! I didn't spent much time for that but I was able to build 40 pages. :D I didn't go to sleep late, I wasn't&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that&lt;/span&gt; stressed, basta. I was even telling my groupmates to chill and relax cause we can finish it before the deadline. And we did. Oh, I did. Lol. But I think we won't be having our defense anymore cause the teacher got&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; really&lt;/span&gt; furious :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask Kevin to do the paper work for our investigatory project. It would be too much of oppression in my part. Lol. But seriously, I don't have the interest in the investigatory project. So if I am not in the mood to think, I will not be able to pass it before the deadline. Haha! But I think I'm going to be the speaker -  me and Kev. Our project is easy though. Easy as 1-2-3. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-419061810254892748?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/419061810254892748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=419061810254892748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/419061810254892748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/419061810254892748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-more-worries-d.html' title='No More Worries. :D'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-672354638772507807</id><published>2009-02-14T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:57:18.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had problems. But I'm happy. ;)</title><content type='html'>I'm dealing with stress right now. I have lots of schoolworks to do and those are due this coming week. Instead of doing our investigatory project and research paper, here I am. In front of the laptop blabbing about whatever things that my fingers would type. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oya. Happy heart's day. :D Yesterday, we observed a mentally illed lady for our research paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday the 13th. I spent the night finishing my little gift for him. And craaaaap. I had lots of problems! It took me one week just to finish that. I spent so much time and effort. I slept at around 12am na and still the gift that I was working for is not yet done. It's  a movie with our pictures together, with some messages and random songs. It's very sweet. Everytime I watch it, I can't help but smile. :) But damn. You know what happened when I was already done with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The blank CD cannot be read. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;2. Audio device was not found daw.&lt;br /&gt;3. I can't burn it on the CD cause it's not a video/audio file.&lt;br /&gt;4. I need to convert it to a video file.&lt;br /&gt;5. I have deleted some of the pictures already.&lt;br /&gt;6. I need to retrive those pictures.&lt;br /&gt;7. Still, the audio is not working.&lt;br /&gt;8. I have to download an audio device but don't know which one should I download. I end up on Realtek.&lt;br /&gt;9. Nothing's changed. No device supported Realtek daw.&lt;br /&gt;10. I don't know what to do. Restart the computer.&lt;br /&gt;11. Great, it worked! :D&lt;br /&gt;12. When I was converting the file to wmv, the waiting time is 4000+ minutes. Gawd, it will take me days just to convert a file? And take note, instead the time remaining will be lessen everytime, nadadagdagan pa sya. :||&lt;br /&gt;13. I gave up. I just woke up early the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;14. Hoorah! I'm finally done with  converting.. and burning. :D&lt;br /&gt;15. When I tried to play the CD, it's NOT working! I was about to cry na talaga.&lt;br /&gt;16. I thought that nagloloko lang ulit.&lt;br /&gt;17. So I gave the CD to him.&lt;br /&gt;18. He played it when he got home.&lt;br /&gt;19. The video is not working. He can only hear the audio. DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;20. I have no other choice, but to redo it. :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great right? I wanted to cry. Haha! This is not the first time I did this thing with movie maker and burn it on a CD. The first was when I gave a gift to Sr. Nhes and I did not had any problems with it. :||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, I really missed dancing. We had our first practice last friday and it was fuuuun. Kuya Justin &amp;amp; Kuya Imay was there to choreograph the dance and mayn, I suuuuper lurve the steps! :D Kuya Justin is really a great dancer. Cheers to Ate Ching! :P Plus, Kuya Imay is very nice. And I am now comfortable with him. The first time we met was a very awkward moment. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll attend the gawain of INC on tuesday (hopefully). Well, I haven't asked permission yet. Kuya Imay &amp;amp; Kev are going to fetch me. And I feel.. Nervous? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm elated though. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-672354638772507807?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/672354638772507807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=672354638772507807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/672354638772507807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/672354638772507807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-had-problems-but-im-happy.html' title='I had problems. But I&apos;m happy. ;)'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-3538148931360725876</id><published>2009-02-06T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:38:40.514-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prom'/><title type='text'>Prom Preparations</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is going to be a big day. I don't know what to expect. I hope that night will be a blast to the Juniors and Seniors. Let's forget about being misdemeanor even just for a night. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that excited for the prom. I don't know why. But I'm looking forward for that night. I didn't prepare much for this event. I got my gown just last tuesday. I really enjoyed the gown hunting! :D I didn't bought new shoes and I'm still thinking what hairstyle would fit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blab about the gown hunting. I was absent last tuesday because of that. We went to Tina Diaz Weddings &amp;amp; Bridals (if I got it right).  I searched and searched and searched for a gown that would fit me. I think I have fitted almost 10 gowns. Haha! The owner, my mom, brother and the other lady had me walk through the floor to see if the gown looks good to me. Grabe, fashion show eh? :)) It was really hard to choose which gown I would wear cause I love em all! I liked the silver gown but it's too big for me. Saaad. I end up choosing between a royal blue gown and a blue ball gown. The royal blue gown is very simple but I really like its color. The blue ball gown is very unique but I think I look fat wearing that gown. Haha! I really don't know what to choose. It was extremely hard. There's always pros and cons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Manila Hotel last wednesday for the general rehearsal of the Cotillion De Honor (did I got it right?) . It was an adventure-slash-fieldtrip. During our lunch break, we walk through the busy streets of Manila. We walked under the heat of the sun from Manila Hotel to SM Manila. Can you imagine how far it is? Damn. It's so tiring but a lot of fun! I wanna go walk tripping again! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo.. I hope tomorrow will be a great night. See you all with your best turn out and etiquette. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-3538148931360725876?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/3538148931360725876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=3538148931360725876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/3538148931360725876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/3538148931360725876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2009/02/prom-preparations.html' title='Prom Preparations'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-8884166515745249969</id><published>2009-01-31T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T04:03:59.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Sixteen.</title><content type='html'>The girl just turned sixteen. She's now trying to be a real lady. She wants to become more responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was her day. She enjoyed it. Her class greeted her a happy birthday, sat on the so-called "hot seat" and each one of her classmates gave wishes-slash-comments to her. She felt really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;overwhelmed&lt;/span&gt;. She didn't know that she was&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that&lt;/span&gt; loved by many. Everyone told her that she was kind. She's waiting for someone to say that she's mean. Lol. She appreciated everything. To the simple greetings people gave her, the gifts and most especially the love. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am now sixteen. I want to change. I want to have my birthday resolution but I can't think of any. Lol. Can you help me? :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-8884166515745249969?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/8884166515745249969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=8884166515745249969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/8884166515745249969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/8884166515745249969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2009/01/sweet-sixteen.html' title='Sweet Sixteen.'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-6659928064145736494</id><published>2009-01-25T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T04:38:20.038-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Busy.</title><content type='html'>I'm kinda busy. Tambak ang schoolworks plus the cotillion practice. I get home late na because of that. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna join cheerdance. And I want it to be bonnga as before. Gaaah, I miss dancing. x[ Actually, I joined na. But it's not yet final cause we're still committed to that effin cotillion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Report cards were also given last wednesday. And my grades were okay so far. Only one subject got low - Filipino. And I'm super wondering why. I did great this quarter on Filipino (much much better than last quarter) but why the hell did my grade got low? Oh well. Sayang lang cause I wasn't in the honor list. Ugh. 91.4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be updating more next time. I gotta go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-6659928064145736494?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/6659928064145736494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=6659928064145736494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/6659928064145736494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/6659928064145736494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2009/01/busy.html' title='Busy.'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-9149580737060888245</id><published>2009-01-12T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:11:18.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye.</title><content type='html'>Our former principal died last friday morning. Her remains was brought to WC yesterday and we have no classes today. The school staff is busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things to do and we have to finish those until the end of January. February is going to be so frantic. We have the JS prom, fun run, alumni homecoming and many many more. It's the 25th anniversary of WC eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of JS prom, I still don't have something to wear. Haha! It will be on February 7 at the Manila Hotel. And.. I was chosen to dance on the cotillion. Unexpected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-9149580737060888245?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/9149580737060888245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=9149580737060888245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/9149580737060888245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/9149580737060888245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2009/01/bye.html' title='Bye.'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-3676070895858273392</id><published>2009-01-07T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T03:09:27.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiapo adventure</title><content type='html'>Last saturday my cousins and I went to Quiapo for a dental check-up. Ate Ariane and I got so bored so we went to search for Hidalgo to find the cheapest camera daw. We don't even know where Hidalgo is. We already crossed so many streets and still not able to find it. And, it was my first time to be in Quiapo. Okay, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;promdi&lt;/span&gt; I know. Hahahaha! We were so scared of the people there so we refuse to ask someone. But we have no choice. The lady told us the direction but we still can't find it. Haha! My cousin remembered that it's near SM daw. So there. We reached Hidalgo. They don't sell the cheapest though. Palanca does. They sell DSC-T700 for 17k only. Imagine in malls it's like 28-30k. And T77 for 13k only. Ugh. If we only have greens. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So had another problem. That is how to get back to the clinic. Haha! But yea, thank God we were able to go back naman. Ang dami-dami naming inikot papunta, ang lapit-lapit lang pala. Haha! And the reason why I had a dental check-up because I'm going to have braces na. :| :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-3676070895858273392?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/3676070895858273392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=3676070895858273392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/3676070895858273392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/3676070895858273392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2009/01/quiapo-adventure.html' title='Quiapo adventure'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-8280355126307980994</id><published>2009-01-01T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T05:53:51.566-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funfun'/><title type='text'>Hello, 2009. :D</title><content type='html'>Update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 30 - Laquian clan went to Enchanted Kingdom. It was fun. I missed e.k. The last time I went there was like three years ago. Haha! But we went home at around 7PM cause the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;old&lt;/span&gt; people needs to rest na. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SVzJqI6NZ0I/AAAAAAAAABA/RJrjIyTIcfU/s1600-h/PC300069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 143px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SVzJqI6NZ0I/AAAAAAAAABA/RJrjIyTIcfU/s320/PC300069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286321788409440066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SVzJqJF-pbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/pR9hkJ95kno/s1600-h/PC300016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 143px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SVzJqJF-pbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/pR9hkJ95kno/s320/PC300016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286321788458804658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SVzJqZJKxbI/AAAAAAAAABI/W292Z_kOFWw/s1600-h/PC300092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 143px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SVzJqZJKxbI/AAAAAAAAABI/W292Z_kOFWw/s320/PC300092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286321792767149490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SVzJqZex2MI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0KE6oS_CYtE/s1600-h/PC300230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 144px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SVzJqZex2MI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0KE6oS_CYtE/s320/PC300230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286321792857790658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 31 - New year's eve. Also my granny's birthday. We celebrate our new year at tagaytay and it's so damn cold there. Thank God it didn't rain hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hello 2009. 2008 has been a great year. It taught me a lot. I'm looking forward to the new challenges of this year. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-8280355126307980994?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/8280355126307980994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=8280355126307980994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/8280355126307980994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/8280355126307980994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-2009-d.html' title='Hello, 2009. :D'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/SVzJqI6NZ0I/AAAAAAAAABA/RJrjIyTIcfU/s72-c/PC300069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-3258252782643914927</id><published>2008-12-25T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T04:44:55.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Christmas</title><content type='html'>Christmas is not getting any better every year. Boring boring boring - the only word I can say. No more gifts instead they gave cash. :D I earned Php900 only. Ugh. Php500 needs to be save cause we're going to Enchanted Kingdom on December 30. I'm so excited. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is not yet over cause I still have to haunt my uncles &amp;amp; aunties in Tagaytay. I hope I will be able to collect as much as Php500. Pleaaaaaase.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-3258252782643914927?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/3258252782643914927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=3258252782643914927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/3258252782643914927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/3258252782643914927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2008/12/boring-christmas.html' title='Boring Christmas'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-3803754979642577955</id><published>2008-12-18T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T03:06:54.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy.</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not updating much. I've been busy in school. 3rd quarter's over and christmas is coming. Then new year, and my birthday. Omigad I'll get old again! : And oh yes, gifts are very much appreciated. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is our christmas party in school. Burgundy will be having a kiddie party. Let's see who will get a Php300 from Ms. Gail for the best costume. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-3803754979642577955?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/3803754979642577955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=3803754979642577955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/3803754979642577955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/3803754979642577955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2008/12/busy.html' title='Busy.'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-2435930724640558016</id><published>2008-11-28T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:31:30.501-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Make-up now.</title><content type='html'>Two weeks had passed and it was very draining, so to speak. Not only because of the non-stop projects that the teachers are giving us, but also because of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; some major issues&lt;/span&gt; happening right now in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like I don't want to go to school anymore because of some real mean girls spilling rumors about everyone - including me. I won't tell the whole thang anymore. It was very, very silly. We had our seminar last friday with the whole Juniors. It includes our teachers, of course. I am just hoping that this thing would end now. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Reconcile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-2435930724640558016?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/2435930724640558016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=2435930724640558016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/2435930724640558016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/2435930724640558016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2008/11/make-up-now.html' title='Make-up now.'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-3735053943795668056</id><published>2008-11-16T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T03:12:02.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So tired.</title><content type='html'>We just had our backyard camping. `Twas a sleepless night. We did so many things. But it was quite boring. I just wished we did things that are more sensible. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so lazy to read&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Noli.&lt;/span&gt; Hehe. Check out my &lt;a href="http://blackbaterplay.multiply.com"&gt;multiply&lt;/a&gt; for the pictures. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-3735053943795668056?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/3735053943795668056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=3735053943795668056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/3735053943795668056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/3735053943795668056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-tired.html' title='So tired.'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-4883420609495142928</id><published>2008-11-09T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T01:54:39.223-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>My fairytale..</title><content type='html'>I have been wishing for my own fairytale. Until now. But my fairytale seems like a nightmare. There are just so many things that happened these past few months. And it sucks. Really. Until now. &lt;s&gt;We&lt;/s&gt; are not in good &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;condition&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, our status. It's not the same as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still hoping that things will go back to its normal state. As soon as possible please? I keep on praying to Him. And asking for His help. There's a lot of things that I can only say to Him. Yes, He's my best friend. The One I can turn to when I'm in agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a song that is really allusive to me now. It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Come With Me&lt;/span&gt; by&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sammie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; The chorus goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" id="ln13"&gt;You don’t have to wait, I can ease your pain&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln13');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" id="ln14"&gt;You don’t have to be left out in the rain&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln14');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" id="ln15"&gt;Don't just say you're fed up tired of love&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln15');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" id="ln16"&gt;Whatever you need I got it, come with me&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln16');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" id="ln17"&gt;You don’t have to stay up waiting by the phone&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln17');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" id="ln18"&gt;You don’t have to ever feel like you’re alone&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln18');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" id="ln19"&gt;Don't just say you’re fed up tired of love&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln19');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln20"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Whatever you need I got it, come with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's a nice song right? And I want &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;somebody&lt;/span&gt; to sing that for me. HAHAHAAHAHAH! =))&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-4883420609495142928?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/4883420609495142928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=4883420609495142928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/4883420609495142928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/4883420609495142928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-fairytale.html' title='My fairytale..'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-5064937763049240983</id><published>2008-10-30T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:24:59.896-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plurking'/><title type='text'>Lovin' plurk!</title><content type='html'>My karma is getting higher.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm LURVIN PLURK!!&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha! I don't know what's with plurk that makes me happy whenever I see my karma increasing. Try it. It's fun! Lol. &lt;a href="http://plurk.com/"&gt;Click for plurk!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, we'll be going to Tagaytay today until Sunday I guess. And school will resume on Tuesday. Ugh. I hate school. I used to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;super&lt;/span&gt; love it. But now, because of waking up so damn early, I'm hating it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-5064937763049240983?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/5064937763049240983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=5064937763049240983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/5064937763049240983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/5064937763049240983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-karma-is-getting-higher.html' title='Lovin&apos; plurk!'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-2982545917504836487</id><published>2008-10-30T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T02:51:20.495-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moolah'/><title type='text'>Certified BUM.</title><content type='html'>Sembreak is always boring. But I don't want to go to school neither. Both are torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My everyday routine? Wake up at 10:30 or 11:30, eat lunch, take a bath, net, eat, net/text, read, eat dinner, net, text, sleep at around 12mn. See how boring my life is? I am a professional bum. Proud bum huh? xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I registered in different social networks just to have a sensible life. But still, it didn't work. HAHA. I'm plurking and facebook-ing. Yes. I find it cool though. And I am reading New Moon right now. I download it on limewire. Gaaah. Give me money and I'll buy the book. I need moolah you know? I got lazy doing money over the internet. I got my e-on but haven't verified it yet. Ugh. SLOTHiness again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-2982545917504836487?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/2982545917504836487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=2982545917504836487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/2982545917504836487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/2982545917504836487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2008/10/certified-bum.html' title='Certified BUM.'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29116050.post-2059213573732608947</id><published>2008-10-26T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T05:05:26.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something new.</title><content type='html'>New skin. But definitely not a new blogger. It's still the old one. I just deleted my previous posts. Why? I also don't know. I just thought of deleting everything here and start from scratch again. Maybe because I don't have the time to update this blog. So from now on, I'll be posting my everyday life here. Uhh, well not really everyday. But I'll post more often here than on my multiply. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29116050-2059213573732608947?l=happygirlishappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/feeds/2059213573732608947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29116050&amp;postID=2059213573732608947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/2059213573732608947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29116050/posts/default/2059213573732608947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happygirlishappy.blogspot.com/2008/10/something-new.html' title='Something new.'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09441174453988654194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK_ixuMzEeM/ShJtHYvBR1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3GXz-9_0mgw/S220/P5150095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
