<?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-12396718</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:50:31.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>* * kung ayaw lumabas, edi REFRESH mo.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleprincessdot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12396718/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleprincessdot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>littleprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12823658809251237116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12396718.post-112228521280131491</id><published>2005-07-25T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T17:53:32.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mabilis lang to.</title><content type='html'>I WANT PGMA to resign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll blog next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12396718-112228521280131491?l=littleprincessdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleprincessdot.blogspot.com/feeds/112228521280131491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12396718&amp;postID=112228521280131491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12396718/posts/default/112228521280131491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12396718/posts/default/112228521280131491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleprincessdot.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112228521280131491' title='mabilis lang to.'/><author><name>littleprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12823658809251237116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12396718.post-112152226509062930</id><published>2005-07-16T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T21:57:45.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>survey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sugar-plum.org/iconz/emo25.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://sugar-plum.org/iconz/emo25.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Bat ka masaya?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_.Mali ka. Hindi ako masaya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Sa tingin mo ba magbabagoang ikot ng mundo kapag nabuhay ang bagong patay na ipis?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_.Ay oo naman! Uunlad ang Pinas dahil dun! :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Anong mas gusto mo rainy or sunnydays?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_.Depends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Bakit ayaw mong uminom ng kape?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_.Sino ba nag sabi na ayoko uminom ng kape? :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Eh? ano uli sagot mo sa 4?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_.Tignan mo ayun oh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. So, mga ilang dyip ang dumaan bagoka sumakay kanina?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_.Hindi nga ko lumalabas ng bahay eh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. At dahil masipag kang magsagot, bibigyan kita ng prize! Anong gusto mo?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_.Gusto ko ng freedom eh. Kaya mo bigay sakin?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Ano ginawa mo kagabi?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_.Sa tingin mo?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Anong wallpaper mo ngayon?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_.Sa cell, picture namin ng bf ko. Sa computer, yung sa XP, yung may mountain. Hehe. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. May crush ka ba?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_.Yep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. Describe mo nga.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_.Wak na.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. Kelan kyo huling nag-meet?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_.Hanggang TV lang ako eh. :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. Sino gusto mo makita?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_.My prince.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. Alam mo ba yung YAOI?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_. Ha?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. Sinong gusto mong pairing ngayon?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_.Next question nalang!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. Eh yuri?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_.ANO? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17. Sinong gusto mong pairing?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_.Haha naku ang kulit naman..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18. Anong pinapakinggan mo ngayon?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_.Crazy for You by Sponge Cola. [Hay.]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19. Anong una mong gagawin pagnakadating ka sa JAPAN?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_.Kakain. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20. Anong gusto mong kainin ngayon?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_.Blueberry cheesecake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;21. What makes you happy?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_.Spending time with him. &lt;3&gt; &lt;p&gt;22. Anong favorite plant mo?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_.Kangkong plant. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;22. Favorite breed ng dog?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_.Ayaw ko ng dogs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;23.Anong kakantahin mo pagmamamatay ka na?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_.Till they take my heart away. Haha.. "I will love you.. Till they take my heart awaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyy."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;24. Hindi ka mabubuhay pag walang..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_.Food? :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;25. Bat mo sinasagutan to?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_.Malamang bored ako.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;26. Anong favorite number mo?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_.19.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;27. Anong pinakaayaw mong gawin?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_.Madami eh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;28. Pagod k n bng magsagot?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_.Mejo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;29. Bakit?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_.Antok na ko eh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;30. Wala na kong tanong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_.Whew. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12396718-112152226509062930?l=littleprincessdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleprincessdot.blogspot.com/feeds/112152226509062930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12396718&amp;postID=112152226509062930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12396718/posts/default/112152226509062930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12396718/posts/default/112152226509062930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleprincessdot.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112152226509062930' title='survey.'/><author><name>littleprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12823658809251237116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12396718.post-112150777973896016</id><published>2005-07-16T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T18:05:52.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sugar-plum.org/iconz/love59.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://sugar-plum.org/iconz/love59.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wow. antagal na pala since i last blogged. hehe :D nakakatamad na eh.. hay. i miss him na. sobra. haven't seen him for the longest time. and he's still not txting. ako naman walang credits. can't even go out of this freakin house. life sucks. puro problems nalang. akala ko basta you love each other and there's trust ok na lahat. wala naman samin yung problem. i have super nice parents kase who doesn't care if im happy or what. magawa lang nila gusto nila. they're so selfish. hay. i wanna live with him in a place REALLY far away from here. tapos we'll finish school then get married. HAHA i wish it's that easy. oh well. shit happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12396718-112150777973896016?l=littleprincessdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleprincessdot.blogspot.com/feeds/112150777973896016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12396718&amp;postID=112150777973896016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12396718/posts/default/112150777973896016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12396718/posts/default/112150777973896016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleprincessdot.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112150777973896016' title='i miss you..'/><author><name>littleprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12823658809251237116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12396718.post-111443692428082081</id><published>2005-04-25T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T20:49:24.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the meantime girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sugar-plum.org/iconz/love23.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" height="100" alt="" src="http://sugar-plum.org/iconz/love23.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Meantime Girl&lt;br /&gt;No Pressure, No Worries.&lt;br /&gt;Jan Javier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the one you call when you need an instant date to your next company party. She's the first person you can think of calling when you just had a fight with "the girl". She willingly gives you the "woman's perspective" on anything without getting all emotional and sentimental about every single thing. You love hanging out with her because, she's funny, she's quirky and for the meantime, she's not interested in relationships which makes it perfect for you (she'll joke about your "player" reputation instead of frowning about it). You love calling her because she doesn't get into fights with you about why you didn't call earlier or anything trivial like the way you dress, or why you put too much gel on your hair. You never have to try hard to look nice when you come and see her. Although she is not afraid to make fun of you and tell you how stupid you look with your new highlights. You never have to open doors for her or douse yourself with perfume because you know for sure, she will make fun of you. There's no awkward silence in your conversations and you never have to worry about making stupid jokes just to fill the silence because you know, she will make you feel silly about your corny jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your relationship with the meantime girl is based more on silliness, wise cracks, insults and occasional flirting. You know she will make fun of you when tell her details of your rendezvous with "the girl" but you tell her anyway because it's so much fun when you can laugh at something that seemed absurd at the time without bruising your ego. Plus, the stories become really funny anecdotes you can actually retell over and over again. It works both ways because she will tell you details of her dates with her exes and you crack each other up simply because her stories make you feel less of an idiot afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's actually quite a challenge to be friends with if not for her very engaging sense of humor. She can come up with a million definitions for "moron" and "idiot" and she's not afraid to use them on you. She's brutally honest and she hits you more times than you care to count. She will suggest books for you to read but expect that she will mess up the ending of books you haven't read or even movies or TV shows you haven't seen. She has PMS almost constantly and will insult you at every opportunity. She eats as much as you do and actually finishes her food when you eat out. She takes advantage of the fact that you can legally drive and with all the free dating tips she gives you, you feel obliged to be her personal chauffeur.&lt;br /&gt;And of course, beyond her i-don't-need-a-man exterior, she has that peculiar, almost adorable way of making you feel that what you say or do actually matters. You have mastered the art of taking note of every single little thing because she taught you that girls get gaga over these "little" things. She will help you pick out the perfect gift for "the one". You now know the value of compliment even if it's the simplest thing you can possibly come up with. And she made it easier to understand why girls can never have enough bags or shoes or lip gloss. Or why girls get so irritated at certain times of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your relationship with the meantime girl is perfect simply because you never have to try too hard to make it work -- no emotional melodramas, no complexnearest coffee relationship stuff that always makes you go crazy. At the same time, she has the sensitivity of a real best friend in a way that she can read you that most of the guys you've ever hang out with. She can tell almost instantly when you're feeling bad about something and offer you a quick trip to the place so you can talk about emotional stuff without feeling like an idiot (strangely enough, these talks don't feel as strangulating as when you have the "real talk" with the "real" girl). She is always available when you need to talk or to hang out with anyone else who can talk about anything other than basketball. And it's almost amazing that you've never actually pictured her to take the place of "the girl" even when you can almost swear you two have had your "moments". Of which, you can remember her giving you the don't-you-dare-fall-in-love-with-me look that she seemed to have perfected over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admit it. Being with the meantime girl makes you think of being with "the one"; especially, because there's something about her that you can't seem to get enough of. The truth is, she is more attractive and smarter than most of the girls you've ever gone out with. You have been a witness of how she grew into this beautiful woman anyone would be crazy not to spend forever with. You've had moments when you try to convince yourself to think of her as the girl friend, the alternative to your guy friends, and not as a "real" woman who can take the place of "the girl". And though in moments of heightened loneliness, you sometimes think of the possibility of something happening between you and the meantime girl but you are too scared to tell her how you feel. What you feel for her is something so difficult to define that it wouldn't be fair to consider possibilities of anything romantic happening between the two of you. Plus, the fact that you know more about her personal life, i.e. her past dating experiences than any other guy, makes you feel that going beyond friendship would mean betraying her trust.&lt;br /&gt;So instead, meantime boy, you prefer to keep quiet and enjoy the company of the meantime girl. It's comforting because it's safe. There are no expectations to take things to the next level. No pressure. No real worries. Plus, being with her has tested all your capabilities to be with "the one". And when that time comes, you know that all the conflicting emotions you have for the meantime girl would dissolve. Though in the back of your mind, you hope that this "meantime-ness" would remain and that your meantime girl wouldn't rush to be someone else's forever. You'd hope she'll be by your side to pick you up in case you fall down again. Really, there is no reason to doubt the value of her existence. You have reason to hope for the best in your future relationships. After all, you've had years and years of practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was checking my mail yesterday night and came across with that. anyhoo, have you heard about the ONE campaign on MTV? to those who hasn't, please visit WWW.ONE.ORG and sign the petition thing.. or whatever they call it. basta you'll see it naman sa homepage ng ONE website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOO. is it possible that after drinking milk too fast, everything you will see is kinda blurred? that is me right now. but oh well. i guess this is because crying has become my daily routine and it's not a good one. crying and hurting is starting to be normal to me. i promised myself na nga not to cry eh. well it kinda worked for me but only for 2 days. so siguro naipon lahat ng emotions and last night, sumabog lahat. i was effin crying for 1 hour. ay let me correct that, kaninang madaling araw pala. i slept at around 2am na. i cried because of something.. err basta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..at least im gonna see him tomorrow.. hay i should be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah before i forget, yesterday i was able to watch the inauguration mass for the new Pope - Pope Benedict the sixteenth. i hope he will continue to promote peace and unity in the world. my prayers are with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12396718-111443692428082081?l=littleprincessdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleprincessdot.blogspot.com/feeds/111443692428082081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12396718&amp;postID=111443692428082081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12396718/posts/default/111443692428082081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12396718/posts/default/111443692428082081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleprincessdot.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111443692428082081' title='the meantime girl.'/><author><name>littleprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12823658809251237116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12396718.post-111433668082759998</id><published>2005-04-25T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T20:57:20.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sugar-plum.org/iconz/food10.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://sugar-plum.org/iconz/food10.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;finally, a new blogsite! i got bored with xanga so i tried this blogger. i want a dot.tk URL pero nahihilo ako sa FTP stuff na yan. haha nakakahiya. ANYHOO. i'll fix this muna and i'll blog my real blog later or prolly tomorrowü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12396718-111433668082759998?l=littleprincessdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleprincessdot.blogspot.com/feeds/111433668082759998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12396718&amp;postID=111433668082759998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12396718/posts/default/111433668082759998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12396718/posts/default/111433668082759998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleprincessdot.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111433668082759998' title='yay!'/><author><name>littleprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12823658809251237116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
