<?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-24198162</id><updated>2011-07-28T20:21:00.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't tell me what i can't do....</title><subtitle type='html'>this is my life.whether you like it or not.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24198162.post-8444409750660507154</id><published>2007-04-30T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T18:15:56.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>amen</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV class=smallfont style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;B&gt;An Open Letter to PBB Management&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I would like to express my disappointment with PBB season 2 and its management. I know this letter will most likely be ignored but still I would like to vent my frustration over three things: (1) the misleading announcements/teasers, (2) the grossly biased editing of the primetime edition, and (3) the livestreaming.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;MISLEADING ANNOUNCEMENTS/TEASERS&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;In the April 28 episode of PBB on primetime, Toni Gonzaga announced that a housemate would be forcibly evicted, but the identity of the said housemate will be revealed on the next day’s episode, April 29. So the viewers waited with bated breath for the April 29 episode. However, the April 29 episode only showed the confrontation which transpired between Bea and Maricris, ending with Toni’s pronouncement (again!), “kung sino ang mapapatawan ng forced eviction, abangan bukas.” The viewers waited with bated breath for this very important development, only to learn that the scheduled announcement was put off for the next day. Toni did not even explain why. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;This is not the first time that PBB misled its viewing public. This also happened with the balut episode of Tina. It was announced in TV Patrol World and in the PBB Update of Bianca Gonzales that the balut episode would be shown on the PBB primetime edition that evening. However, the primetime episode only showed the same teaser shown on TVPW and Update, with Toni saying, “abangan ang buong kaganapan bukas.”&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Are you doing this for the ratings, or what? TV rating is the only possible reason I can think of why you have to fool the viewing public. And fool us, you did.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;GROSSLY BIASED EDITING OF THE PRIMETIME EDITION&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Since the first season, I have already observed the one-sided editing of PBB shown on primetime to favor certain housemates. This season, the unfair editing is so disgusting. You can’t blame us if we think you are trying to protect a certain housemate because of your very crude and biased editing, as in garapal talaga. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I am referring in particular to Wendy Valdez. It is very obvious that you are favoring and protecting her because you never show her bad side on primetime, whereas you have no qualms in showing the bad side of the other housemates. Some of her bad behavior which you did not show on primetime include, but are not limited to, the following :&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;1. Wendy’s rudeness to Tina such as: speaking in Tagalog while looking at Tina then laughing out loud – Tina even had to ask her several times if she (Wendy) wanted to say something; while sharing a cigarette, Wendy commented, “ke bago bago, nakiki-share”; while they were together with some other housemates, Tina was talking about Europe then Wendy said, “ang boring,” and immediately left; Wendy only talked to Tina because BB gave her a task.&lt;BR&gt;2. Wendy and her cohorts having their backbiting sessions inside the prayer room, neither were they punished. The house rule state that, “The prayer room is a special spiritual place in the Big Brother house where you can contemplate, read the Bible or other spiritual materials, and pray. You are not allowed to hangout and conduct other activities in the Prayer Room. Keeping the place solemn is the rule.”&lt;BR&gt;3. Wendy violated the “no mouthing of words” rule. Even Bodie, her ally, called her attention to this, but she was not given an automatic nomination. Her automatic nomination was for the lapel microphone which she turned off.&lt;BR&gt;4. She called Saicy’s attention when the latter started to hang out with Gee-Ann, telling her, “akala ko doon ka na sa kanila.” Apparently, she does not want her minions to associate with the other housemates. And she had the gall to comment that the other girl housemates do not hang out with them! It is she herself who is creating a faction with herself as leader. Those not in her group are the subject of their backbiting sessions.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;There are more incidents of Wendy’s bad attitude never shown on primetime. I don’t need to enumerate all, as I am sure, you are well aware of them. You just chose to ignore them to make Wendy look good on primetime.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Another disgusting thing about primetime is your tendency to show a particular event several days late. Whereas in the previous editions of PBB, events occurring on a particular day are shown on primetime the next day, now it’s shown two or three days after. And some scenes are stretched over several days like Wendy’s overacting reaction to Bruce’s leaving. The viewers had to suffer through it for several days. Oh, come on! We are fed up with the Wendy-Bruce “loveteam.” &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I pity the viewers who rely only on the primetime edition and do not follow the events on the “24/7” livestream. They are the ones being duped. All TV viewers deserved to see both the good and the bad side of each housemate. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;“24/7” LIVESTREAMING&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Some subscribers sarcastically call the supposedly 24/7 live feeds as only 20/7. Why? Because they pay for 24/7 access but there are times you turn the feeds off to compel them to watch the unfolding events on primetime instead. You are cheating the subscribers of their money. And you claim “technical reasons” as your excuse. The subscribers are not stupid.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Another indication that you tend to favor Wendy: There are times when the two cameras showing the live feeds are focused only on Wendy even when she is not doing anything. Naka-tunganga lang siya, pero nakatutok ang dalawang camera sa kanya! There are other housemates in the house, why focus on Wendy alone? If your cameramen are so smitten with Wendy that they cannot help but focus on Wendy, at least assign one camera to the other housemates. The subscribers do not pay good money just to watch Wendy on live feed. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Would it be too much to ask for an improvement in your management of PBB?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I used to be an avid follower of PBB since season one but I am beginning to wonder if season two is worth all the trouble. I just hope your machination won’t backfire on you.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Respectfully yours, (You’ve lost my respect.)&lt;BR&gt;Regretfully yours,&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Nayeli&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24198162-8444409750660507154?l=gypsypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/8444409750660507154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24198162&amp;postID=8444409750660507154' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/8444409750660507154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/8444409750660507154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/2007/04/amen.html' title='amen'/><author><name>ja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24198162.post-174995390760544193</id><published>2006-12-13T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T23:52:34.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pda yeng ;)</title><content type='html'>hay nakakapagod talaga maglakad-lakad sa mall ngayon. sobrang daming tao tapos idagdag mo pa yung gusto mong bumili ng ipangreregalo pero ang bottom line is... wala kang pera.&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, nakakita ako ng winnie the pooh na mug, cguro yun na lng bibigay ko kay donna. i hope magustuhan nya. siguro pati kay april yun na rin. mga alagad ni winnie the pooh! hehe.. haiz. i need to buy something for my bestfriend pa nga pala. huhuhu.. pati sa L2. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;pakiramdam ko, ako si bob ong. hehe. taglish ang sulat. yung tipong parang may kinakausap ka lang. in short, parang ganito nga. nakuha ko rin tong style na to sa blog ni graxa.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh..lapit na pasko. at single ako! actually first xmas ko to na single.. since 2002.. hmm.. pero ewan ko, siguro magiging happy din naman ako. baket? kasama ko naman family ko.. andyan naman friends ko. kahit na nagpapakasaya yung iba kasama ang mga significant other nila at ako ay eto.. nanlalamig ang pasko... atleast im not hurting. hehehe. yes im trying to convince myself to feel ok and i know i will be ok.&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;now ko lang napasin, walang kakwenta kwenta mga tinatype ko dito ah. agrh. di tulad kanina habang naglalakad ako sa sm. jusko walang tigil ang mga idea sa utak ko. di ko na nagawang mag online sa netopia, kasi naman.. haller naka dsl din nman dito sa bahay, libre pa. baket pa ko dun sa magbabayad ako diba??? ayan tuloy, puro trash lang tong nasusulat ko ngaun. in short.. basura! parang si avic lang! haha ;)&lt;br /&gt;o sya sya.. sa susunod ulit na basurang entry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nanood ka ba ng pda??? vote ka na dali!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PDA YENG send mo sa 2331 (globe and sun) 231 (smart, tnt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24198162-174995390760544193?l=gypsypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/174995390760544193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24198162&amp;postID=174995390760544193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/174995390760544193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/174995390760544193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/2006/12/pda-yeng.html' title='pda yeng ;)'/><author><name>ja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24198162.post-624130868629347464</id><published>2006-11-25T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T20:32:02.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>numb to the highest level</title><content type='html'>i am taken no more last november 21. i got hurt, yeah.. but not that much. i cried.. but just the right amount of tears to be shed for someone like my ex. i never gave up on the relationship.. on us.. because i know.. we can make it. i have never been this positive in my whole life. i even have plans of marrying the ex. but sadly.. when you're tired and you're fed up.. even if you know you love the person far more than you could.. even if it'll hurt like hell.. you just have to give up.. because you ran out of reasons to stay.. add to that the fact that you also ran out of reasons to fight for the love you believed will last a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i would ask myself if the problem is me. after my ex of 2 years and 9 months, i never seem to have a relationship longer than 6 months. wala ng sumunod na matino after nya. ok i'll be honest. i would be lying if i say na i don't feel anything for that ex (2yrs), pero naman may sarili na syang life.. a life that is a zillion times away from me.. a life that does not include me. so why bother?? argh. im making my life complicated. screw me.&lt;br /&gt;i just wish my ex the best. alam ko nasaktan ko sya sa mga nasabi ko the day we called it quits. by im only human. and i have the right to get mad.. naubos na pasensya ko. sana lang, hindi ganito ang ending. i don't want my ex to hate me and vice versa. but wtf, i hate my ex. haha. i hate my ex to pieces. and god knows i don't want to see my ex, kahit marinig ang name nya. it makes me uncomfortable. ewan ko ba, para kasing ginawa nya kong tanga eh. at syempre pa, kaya ako naiinis kasi nagpakatanga rin ako. i could have said no, or i could have just ended the relationship a month ago. pero hindi ko nga ginawa. baket? eh kasi nga mahal ko sya. pero totoo pala yun, pwedeng mapalitan ng galit ang pagmamahal sa isang tao. when that happens.. there's no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ewan ko. di ko alam kung anong sasabihin ko sayo. ikaw ex na 2 yrs, mahal pa rin kita till now. it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa recent ex ko naman. I HATE YOU. magpatingin ka na sa psychologist or whatever. basta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakapagod maghintay at sabihin sa sarili mo na meron naman itinakda para sayo. pero pano kung wala? pano kung sinabi lang nila yun para di naman masakit tanggapin sa mga taong tatanda pala mag isa?? baket ba di na lang kasi sabihin na habang buhay ka ng mag isa, ja.. at wala ng magtatagal sayo dahil hanggang 6 months ka lang.. aray ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still believe in love.. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24198162-624130868629347464?l=gypsypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/624130868629347464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24198162&amp;postID=624130868629347464' 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love the first one, i wasn't able to put it down eversince i started reading it.. its a good book. i highly recommend it.go grab a copy.thanks to books for less teeheehee... ;o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm pissed with someone, and it sucks because it's someone close to my heart. i don't know why she keeps on pushing me to the limit.. sometimes i just want to shout and say 'enough' but god knows that's not what i want to say. i would often wonder what its like if i cut my life support to her.. maybe i'd cry.. maybe it will hurt. but only for a while.. the big question is.. can i handle another heartbreak? can i handle someone leaving me for the nth time?? but what if its the best thing we can do for the both of us? what if its the best option than to stay going around this never ending circles and end up hurting each other?? what if it was never meant to be??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i should be an expert in handling heartbreaks.. this isn't my first..second..third..etc.. and i know this won't be my last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but what the hell.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why does it always have to hurt like this?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24198162-116187726701540377?l=gypsypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/116187726701540377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24198162&amp;postID=116187726701540377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/116187726701540377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/116187726701540377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-ifs.html' title='what ifs'/><author><name>ja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24198162.post-115330101914173210</id><published>2006-07-19T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T17:23:39.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy wappy Birthday Shielah Baby!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love yOu!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24198162-115330101914173210?l=gypsypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/115330101914173210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24198162&amp;postID=115330101914173210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/115330101914173210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/115330101914173210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-birthday.html' title='happy birthday'/><author><name>ja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24198162.post-115125173113972917</id><published>2006-06-25T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T00:08:51.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>convincing powers</title><content type='html'>i'm so tired.. but it was all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be really busy starting this week.. haaayy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but being busy won't stop me from meeting L2 at prov or tulyase.. i need some extra horse running through my veins.. teeheehee.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last saturday, i was able to watch the fireworks display at MOA with some of the ladies from L2.. i had to turn my back against them because i know any moment i might cry.. hehe.. ang babaw.. wala lang.. i just thought that watching the fireworks with someone you lurve is one memory i'd like to have. kaya lang i dont even have the slightest idea on who to bring the next time i had the chance. looks like i'll be watching it alone for some time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to confess.. sometimes i miss being in a relationship.i just try to convince myself that this isn't the right time to have one.. im not that serious.. and that i don't have time for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i can still convince myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24198162-115125173113972917?l=gypsypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/115125173113972917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24198162&amp;postID=115125173113972917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/115125173113972917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/115125173113972917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/2006/06/convincing-powers.html' title='convincing powers'/><author><name>ja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24198162.post-114982198432567428</id><published>2006-06-09T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T10:59:44.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tsk tsk tsk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6237/2499/1600/untitled.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6237/2499/320/untitled.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ EXTRA JOSS = &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HANG OVER&lt;/span&gt;! hehehe!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24198162-114982198432567428?l=gypsypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/114982198432567428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24198162&amp;postID=114982198432567428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114982198432567428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114982198432567428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/2006/06/tsk-tsk-tsk.html' title='tsk tsk tsk'/><author><name>ja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24198162.post-114973509674976110</id><published>2006-06-08T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T10:54:38.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the reason why i wake up with a smile on my face every morning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6237/2499/1600/Guinea7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6237/2499/200/Guinea7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is charlie.. i love him sobra kasi everytime i pick him up for our dri bath session, he doesn't hesistate that much unlike chloe. He's a bit pasaway but once u hear him chirp... hay naku.. you just can't resist!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6237/2499/1600/Guinea2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6237/2499/200/Guinea2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;everyone.. meet chloe..she's celebrating her 4th month with me, and i love her with all my goddamn heart. i love stroking her kasi she's malambing and all.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ayun lang.. i love 'em both. they keep me sane. kaya pag wala ko sa bahay i'm always worried na baka wala na silang water sa cage.. nyahahahah....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm not insane..just an &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;animal lover&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24198162-114973509674976110?l=gypsypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/114973509674976110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24198162&amp;postID=114973509674976110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114973509674976110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114973509674976110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/2006/06/reason-why-i-wake-up-with-smile-on-my.html' title='the reason why i wake up with a smile on my face every morning...'/><author><name>ja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24198162.post-114904927041510159</id><published>2006-05-31T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T10:56:27.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tsk tsk tsk</title><content type='html'>sorry for not posting for like how many days. im so tamad. tsktsk. i just don't have the urge to write. kinakalawang na utak ko. harhar.. anybody up for an intellectual intercourse?? i need some before i head back to schooL. being a home body for more than 2 months isn't really a good thing. i've gained what i lost because i stopped taking my diet pills (i started taking it again though), i'm broke, my atm's busted.. i can't even watch a movie!! argh i just hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a pseudo conversation with denise last night. she was wondering why a lot of people.. are settling for flings and why all of a sudden they are afraid to have a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my POV lang. the reason i am not into commitments at the moment is because i am planning to work and study at the same time. i don't want my partner to feel neglected or taken for granted. plus, i just had my heart broken last march 12, and it's too early to have another relationship. kumusta naman yun sana allow me to move on noh. i'm halfway already, and i'm taking it slowly but surely because before i move on to the next phase, i want to make sure i won't go back to where i've started. for the record i don't have any phobia or fear about having a relationship. I STILL BELIEVE IN LOVE, and i still have faith that someone out there is destined for me. cliche as it may sound, wala na lang pakialamanan. haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i'm having a blast living a single life. i can be as insensitive as i can without hurting anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah but at the end of the day you still wish that you have someone to come home to... awwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also have to remind myself to not get back with an ex.. oh and i'm not bitter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just stating a fact ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24198162-114904927041510159?l=gypsypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/114904927041510159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24198162&amp;postID=114904927041510159' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114904927041510159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114904927041510159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/2006/05/tsk-tsk-tsk.html' title='tsk tsk tsk'/><author><name>ja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24198162.post-114782919666472676</id><published>2006-05-17T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T10:57:29.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im just about to commit suicide</title><content type='html'>passed my exam at west contact services despite the fawking math questions. never mind the headache. interview on the 23rd (hay ang tagal no, natapat yata kami sa maraming applicants eh). no opening for part time so i might opt for full time instead. yes dear, i am about to kill myself. law school and a full time call center job. kewlness!! aba malay mo pumayat ako dito. harharhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really, even if it means i have to sleep less or totally ditch my social life, i don't care. i want to work. and i will finish law school. sana lang wag ako agad sumuko. hehehe ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isipin ko na lang, everytime i am about to give up, i am doing this for myself. at kakayanin ko to. aja. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at syempre no, di ako papayag mawala ang social life ko ng tuluyan. nyeta yan, papakamatay na nga ako ipagkakait pa yan? grabeh naman. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da vinci code na tomorrow!! i think i'll be watching it all by myself (wawa naman) since my bro can't watch (he's only 17) and my mom and dad made it clear they don't want anything to do with movie.. ok ok.. point taken. so yun. ah, no one can stop me from watching, tagal ko kaya inabangan to! and then the next day, sama ko na bro ko, over the hedge naman. kewlness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh i hate my red tide!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24198162-114782919666472676?l=gypsypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/114782919666472676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24198162&amp;postID=114782919666472676' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114782919666472676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114782919666472676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-just-about-to-commit-suicide.html' title='im just about to commit suicide'/><author><name>ja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24198162.post-114731494135851053</id><published>2006-05-11T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T10:59:32.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thief</title><content type='html'>i'm in pain. i'm hurting. though it doesn't show.. i'm expert at hiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at least, it's slowly fading.. unless the bastard starts texting me again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts everytime the bastard remembers me only because the bastard needs something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it sucks.. big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need some spanking and maybe a little bump on the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake up, ja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smell the flowers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't be so blind.. it's crystal clear.. the bastard's not into you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is life so unfair? i was almost there.. i was so close to moving on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and like a thief in the night the bastard stole everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f*ck.. i need to start all over again. dammit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24198162-114731494135851053?l=gypsypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/114731494135851053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24198162&amp;postID=114731494135851053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114731494135851053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114731494135851053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/2006/05/thief.html' title='thief'/><author><name>ja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24198162.post-114711236844229775</id><published>2006-05-09T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T10:59:58.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MHAY! LABYU!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24198162-114711236844229775?l=gypsypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/114711236844229775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24198162&amp;postID=114711236844229775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114711236844229775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114711236844229775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/2006/05/bday.html' title='bday!'/><author><name>ja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24198162.post-114691020929063074</id><published>2006-05-06T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T11:02:12.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts and missing my ex</title><content type='html'>last night, i had a great time with my friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahit na naubos budget ko and everything, wtf basta happy i don't give a damn! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hay, i wish &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;reb&lt;/span&gt; and i were like &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;mae and miel&lt;/span&gt;.. or even &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;cel and shielah&lt;/span&gt;. but some things aren't meant to be. but i am still hoping, that someday, somehow.. we can be friends.. really good friends. (no feelings involved also. haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;can you keep a secret? &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i miss him&lt;/span&gt;.. he's one cool guy to be with.. really friendly and worth keeping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i found out that his gf was kinda jealous of me. i don't know how to react. why me? reb  should've told her the story behind the break up. &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;angel&lt;/span&gt;, if only you can read this, i assure you, reb doesn't have any romantic feelings towards me, and geez.. our story ended ages ago. i hope you'll come around. reb doesn't like his girl to be soooo &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;selosa&lt;/span&gt;. fawk. i should know. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;studies&lt;/span&gt;. yan na muna. no time for&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt;. it can wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24198162-114691020929063074?l=gypsypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/114691020929063074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24198162&amp;postID=114691020929063074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114691020929063074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114691020929063074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/2006/05/random-thoughts-and-missing-my-ex.html' title='random thoughts and missing my ex'/><author><name>ja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24198162.post-114657706925147008</id><published>2006-05-02T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T21:37:49.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wishing and hoping.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explodingdog.com/drawonpaper/02282006/thumbnail/0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.explodingdog.com/drawonpaper/02282006/thumbnail/0024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna have somebody who will &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;understan&lt;/span&gt;d me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who will give me enough&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; time&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;attention&lt;/span&gt; i need...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who will love me for who &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; am and accepts me as a whole..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish i will meet that &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;somebody&lt;/span&gt; soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody who can give me&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; fidelity&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody that &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i will love for the rest of my life&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24198162-114657706925147008?l=gypsypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/114657706925147008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24198162&amp;postID=114657706925147008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114657706925147008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114657706925147008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/2006/05/wishing-and-hoping.html' title='wishing and hoping.....'/><author><name>ja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24198162.post-114657626630772644</id><published>2006-05-02T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T11:03:05.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i should have known</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;call me stupid.. or naive.. or let's make it simple.. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;tanga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i am in love with my ex&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so disappointed, because i prepared approx 8 sms to send para lang aminin yung nararamdaman ko for him. and i expected too much. because &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I GOT NOTHING IN RETURN&lt;/span&gt;. oh wait, i got something din pala, dinedma text ko, hindi nagpaparamdam. o kaya sumasagot sa text ko, pero halata mo namang napipilitan lang dahil one liner lang ang sagot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're doing this because of revenge, bravo.. nanalo ka. because you got me.. and i was a fool to fall again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believed you, akala ko talaga u want to try.. again. i was working hard to make it work.. i told myself this time around i will follow my heart.. i have gone this far, only to find out na wala naman pala tlaga in the first place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit.. &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;i will have to start all over again&lt;/span&gt;.. another painful moving on process..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24198162-114657626630772644?l=gypsypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/114657626630772644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24198162&amp;postID=114657626630772644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114657626630772644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114657626630772644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-should-have-known.html' title='i should have known'/><author><name>ja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24198162.post-114640420570884959</id><published>2006-04-30T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T11:04:19.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because i hate patring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wisdomquotes.com/000658.html"&gt;Hazrat Inayat Khan&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sage said, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The best thing is not to hate anyone, only to love. That is the only way out of it. As soon as you have forgiven those whom you hate, you have gotten rid of them. Then you have no reason to hate them; you just forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual Dimensions of Psychology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;and hopefully i can't get her out of my mind before i kill her.. hehehe.. joke!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Forgiveness is the sweetest revenge&lt;/span&gt;. ~Isaac Friedmann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i'll be getting that revenge soon... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24198162-114640420570884959?l=gypsypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/114640420570884959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24198162&amp;postID=114640420570884959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114640420570884959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114640420570884959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/2006/04/because-i-hate-patring.html' title='because i hate patring.'/><author><name>ja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24198162.post-114615633950565497</id><published>2006-04-28T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T11:04:46.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>answer</title><content type='html'>since i can't make a testi for U without being discreet, might as well post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm.. thanks for saying na mabait ako. at least kahit yun na-appreciate mo. that's a big achievement for me already. about being insensitive.. i still don't think that i am that insensitive.. because if that's the case, malamang countless times na kitang nasaktan. it's just one way of saying na hindi ako manghuhula. if you hate me or meron akong maling ginawa, ano ba naman yung sabihin mo saken pag nagtatanong na ako diba? ito kasi isa sa mga naging prob natin eh. alam ko may something, but then again pag tinanong kita di mo sasabihin, you'll tell me na di ka ganon.. na you don't open up ng basta-basta.. so how am i suppose to know?? and if you are sensitive enough, as how you put it, you should know that it will me hurt too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyway let's not dwell on the past too much. tapos na yan. kaso lang, hangga't d pa sya nareresolve, i know na mauulit at mauulit yung incident na yun. i guess if we want to get back together we should work on that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;let's face it, madami nagbago satin.. sa tagal natin di nag-usap. pero naniniwala pa rin ako.. kahit ano pa man yun, if we really want to work things out, we can make it. so please show me that you really want it. show me that this is what you want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;because frankly speaking i am willing to try.. &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24198162-114615633950565497?l=gypsypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/114615633950565497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24198162&amp;postID=114615633950565497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114615633950565497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114615633950565497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/2006/04/answer.html' title='answer'/><author><name>ja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24198162.post-114614837293272939</id><published>2006-04-27T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T11:05:08.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>april 25, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday A. thanks for meeting up with me. it was so nice to see you again after 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i confused as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still trying to find the answers to the questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gawd.. i think i am falling for A.. again. tsk tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24198162-114614837293272939?l=gypsypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/114614837293272939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24198162&amp;postID=114614837293272939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114614837293272939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Magpakailanman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ref:&lt;br /&gt;Di kita pipilitin&lt;br /&gt;Sundin mo ang iyong damdamin&lt;br /&gt;At hayaan na lang tumibok ang puso mo&lt;br /&gt;Para sa akin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung ako ay mamalasin&lt;br /&gt;At meron ka nang ibang mahal&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit patuloy ang aking pag-ibig&lt;br /&gt;Magpakailanman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;dami na may gusto sa album ni sitti.. count me in! hehe. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24198162-114554224036443179?l=gypsypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/114554224036443179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24198162&amp;postID=114554224036443179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;painom ka sa friday ha? hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahit ka bday mo si erap at ka roger you're still the best mom for me.. awww. *sniff..sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.&lt;br /&gt;you owe me a parlor day :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24198162-114545977514485417?l=gypsypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/114545977514485417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24198162&amp;postID=114545977514485417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114545977514485417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114545977514485417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-momerap-and-ka-roger_114545977514485417.html' title='my mom,erap and ka roger'/><author><name>ja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24198162.post-114545920280676681</id><published>2006-04-19T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T11:06:30.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>yes its a nice feeling.. being in love.&lt;br /&gt;but when you get heart broken&lt;br /&gt;you tend to go to different places,&lt;br /&gt;see different people..&lt;br /&gt;hangout with other friends till dawn.&lt;br /&gt;drink till you drop..&lt;br /&gt;smoke and fly, get wasted..&lt;br /&gt;watch the most dragging scene&lt;br /&gt;laugh at the corniest joke..&lt;br /&gt;smile to everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you know deep inside you that all you wanna do is....&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;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24198162-114545920280676681?l=gypsypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/114545920280676681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24198162&amp;postID=114545920280676681' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114545920280676681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114545920280676681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/2006/04/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>ja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24198162.post-114529054371552531</id><published>2006-04-18T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T11:07:13.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>theme song</title><content type='html'>"Boulevard Of Broken Dreams"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I walk a lonely road&lt;br /&gt;The only one that I have ever known&lt;br /&gt;Don't know where it goes&lt;br /&gt;But it's home to me and I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I walk this empty street&lt;br /&gt;On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams&lt;br /&gt;Where the city sleeps&lt;br /&gt;and I'm the only one and I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My shadow's the only one that walks beside me&lt;br /&gt;My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me&lt;br /&gt;'Til then I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah,&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking down the line&lt;br /&gt;That divides me somewhere in my mind&lt;br /&gt;On the border line&lt;br /&gt;Of the edge and where I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read between the lines&lt;br /&gt;What's fucked up and everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;Check my vital signs&lt;br /&gt;To know I'm still alive and I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My shadow's the only one that walks beside me&lt;br /&gt;My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me&lt;br /&gt;'Til then I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah, Ah-ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk this empty street&lt;br /&gt;On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams&lt;br /&gt;Where the city sleeps&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the only one and I walk a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My shadow's the only one that walks beside me&lt;br /&gt;My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me&lt;br /&gt;'Til then I walk alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24198162-114529054371552531?l=gypsypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/114529054371552531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24198162&amp;postID=114529054371552531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114529054371552531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114529054371552531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/2006/04/theme-song.html' title='theme song'/><author><name>ja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24198162.post-114526208367000788</id><published>2006-04-17T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T16:21:23.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something to ponder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fotosearch.com/comp/IDM/IDM107/koka1027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="405" alt="" src="http://www.fotosearch.com/comp/IDM/IDM107/koka1027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand, there is no going back? There are some things time cannot mend. There are some hurts that go too deep . . . that have taken hold."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People come into your life and people leave it... you just have to trust that life has a road mapped out for you." -Orlando Bloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Giving up doesn't always mean you are weak; sometimes it means that you are strong enough to let go&lt;/span&gt;. ~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I were a little kid again, skinned knees are easier to fix than broken hearts. ~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things that we don't want to happen but have to accept, things we don't want to know but have to learn, and people we can't live without but have to let go. ~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.&lt;/span&gt; ~M. Kathleen Casey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought when love for you died, I should die.It's dead. Alone, most strangely, I live on.~Rupert Brooke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24198162-114526208367000788?l=gypsypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/114526208367000788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24198162&amp;postID=114526208367000788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114526208367000788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114526208367000788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/2006/04/something-to-ponder.html' title='something to ponder'/><author><name>ja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24198162.post-114504126341919629</id><published>2006-04-15T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T11:07:49.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to my closest friend in the planet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CEL BABY! LOVE U HEAPZ!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24198162-114504126341919629?l=gypsypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/114504126341919629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24198162&amp;postID=114504126341919629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114504126341919629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114504126341919629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/2006/04/to-my-closest-friend-in-planet.html' title='to my closest friend in the planet.'/><author><name>ja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24198162.post-114472327065952758</id><published>2006-04-11T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T11:08:30.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>insensitive</title><content type='html'>Insensitive&lt;br /&gt;Jann Arden&lt;br /&gt;How do you cool your lips, after a summer's kiss?&lt;br /&gt;How do you rid the sweat, after the body's bliss?&lt;br /&gt;How do you turn your eyes, from the romantic glare?&lt;br /&gt;How do you block the sound Of a voice you'd know anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-Oh, I really should have known&lt;br /&gt;By the time you drove me home&lt;br /&gt;By the vagueness in your eyes, your casual good-byes&lt;br /&gt;By the chill in your embrace&lt;br /&gt;The expression on your face, told me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, you might have some advice to give&lt;br /&gt;How to be insensitive, insensitive ooh, insensitive&lt;br /&gt;How do you numb your skin, after the warmest touch?&lt;br /&gt;How do you slow your blood, after the body rush?&lt;br /&gt;How do you free your soul, after you've found a friend?&lt;br /&gt;How do you teach your heart&lt;br /&gt;It's a crime to fall in love again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you probably won't remember me&lt;br /&gt;It's probably &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: ancient history'; self.lm_skeyphrase='ancient%20history'; if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Search for: ancient history'; self.lm_skeyphrase='ancient%20history'; if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; lm_doMouseOver(1); self.lm_isOverLink=true; return false;" onmouseout="window.status=''; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500); " href="http://www.srch-results.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=77&amp;amp;k=ancient%20history"&gt;ancient history&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm one of the chosen few&lt;br /&gt;Who went ahead and fell for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of vogue,&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of touch&lt;br /&gt;I fell too fast, I feel too much&lt;br /&gt;I thought that you might have some advice to give,&lt;br /&gt;How to be insensitive(repeat 1)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24198162-114472327065952758?l=gypsypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/114472327065952758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24198162&amp;postID=114472327065952758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114472327065952758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114472327065952758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/2006/04/insensitive.html' title='insensitive'/><author><name>ja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24198162.post-114472252912699801</id><published>2006-04-11T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T11:09:29.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the act of forgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"You will know that forgiveness has begun when you recall those who hurt you and feel the power to wish them well."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Forgiving does not usually happen at once. It is a process, sometimes a long one, especially when it comes to wounds gouged deep. And we must expect some lapses...some people seem to manage to finish off forgiving in one swoop of the heart. But when they do, you can bet they are forgiving flesh wounds. Deeper cuts take more time and can use a second coat."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"To forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover that the prisoner was you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;last night, i know i am complete.. again. i was able to finally face my excess baggage, a baggage i have been trying to get rid of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i finally accepted A's friendship.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't easy, i was firm with my decision that i don't want A to be my friend. i was even sure i don't want anything to do with A. i want A out of my life.. for good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but last night's topic at ANC changed everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;finally.. peace of mind, here i come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24198162-114472252912699801?l=gypsypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/114472252912699801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24198162&amp;postID=114472252912699801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114472252912699801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114472252912699801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/2006/04/act-of-forgiving.html' title='the act of forgiving'/><author><name>ja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24198162.post-114460483557060205</id><published>2006-04-10T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T11:10:08.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cousin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm dead worried about my cousin, JA. he's sick.. very sick. i am not that close to him but he was the first cousin from my mother's side who was able to really remember my name.. he would always ask my aunt about me, calling me "ate jan-jan..". i'm so worried i want to cry. but i'm not going to be cynic about his situation, he will get well soon. i'm sure of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but there's something that i can't get out of my mind. my cousin, when he was still here in manila (he's a nursing student at feu), had a dream. in his dream, someone was telling him to go already. after that, he doesn't want to sleep.. he's afraid he might dream of that person again. hayy... if only i can hug him. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a tiny favor. include my cousin in your prayers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24198162-114460483557060205?l=gypsypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/114460483557060205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24198162&amp;postID=114460483557060205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114460483557060205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114460483557060205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/2006/04/cousin.html' title='cousin'/><author><name>ja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24198162.post-114443459908819618</id><published>2006-04-08T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T11:11:06.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>splitting headache.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6237/2499/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6237/2499/320/untitled.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh.. my &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;pleasure sticks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;relieves tension.&lt;br /&gt;a must while drinking coffee.&lt;br /&gt;my dessert. teeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and the reason why i am having a terrible headache.. huhuhu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6237/2499/1600/2380565741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6237/2499/320/2380565741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a must for a coffee addict like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;starbucks&lt;/span&gt; is the place to be (never mind the calories)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;current fave: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;vanilla cream frappuccino&lt;/span&gt;. yum yum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;perfect partner for my pleasure sticks..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;too much drinking can cause cancer.. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;of the pocket &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24198162-114443459908819618?l=gypsypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/114443459908819618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24198162&amp;postID=114443459908819618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114443459908819618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114443459908819618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/2006/04/splitting-headache.html' title='splitting headache.'/><author><name>ja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24198162.post-114429185248076235</id><published>2006-04-06T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T11:12:22.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ignore the clutter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;you keep on telling everyone that you're happy.. so be it! i never questioned your happiness. in fact i was even happy for you. so quit the unnecessary "parinig" and live your life away from mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;damn, baket ko ba kasi pinapatulan? tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;job hunting today.. online. hopefully, before this month ends, may job na ako. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm soooooo happy to be back. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Rinoa's back&lt;/span&gt;. let's chit-chat till the wee hours of the morn! teeheehee.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i always have to end up with an immature ex? (R's not included of course). stop! enough about A. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the lighter side....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone's making me smile.. thanks &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sandy&lt;/span&gt;. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24198162-114429185248076235?l=gypsypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/114429185248076235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24198162&amp;postID=114429185248076235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114429185248076235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114429185248076235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/2006/04/ignore-clutter.html' title='ignore the clutter'/><author><name>ja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24198162.post-114408201845043081</id><published>2006-04-03T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T11:14:13.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts of a wounded healer</title><content type='html'>hmm.. i should be more discreet about my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will meet cel, on thursday.. hanap kami ng work. i want to make something productive out of my summer vacation. then on saturday, i'll be at prov.. i'll meet some chatters from LP.. and then prolly a drinking session with cel and mhay.. yeah i'm the fifth wheel. teeheehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy the ex is now minding 'his' own business. that should keep me sane for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;march madness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) finally managed to face R a year after the break up. it happened on our supposed to be 4th yr anniversary. kewl huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) had a two day relationship with P.. (not that serious though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) met K, who fell in love with me, but i wasn't ready.. and well.. i don't think we're meant to be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) liked T.. at least that's what i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) broke up with A.. the reason why i am sooooooooo damn happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss being in love..&lt;br /&gt;i miss cuddling with someone...&lt;br /&gt;i miss saying i love you to someone..&lt;br /&gt;i miss someone saying i love you to me..and really mean it.&lt;br /&gt;i miss someone caring for me.&lt;br /&gt;i miss holding hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i miss loving someone... i miss being loved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;but i am not yet ready to compromise my freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24198162-114408201845043081?l=gypsypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/114408201845043081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24198162&amp;postID=114408201845043081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114408201845043081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114408201845043081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/2006/04/random-thoughts-of-wounded-healer.html' title='random thoughts of a wounded healer'/><author><name>ja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24198162.post-114382638075533985</id><published>2006-04-01T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T11:14:59.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*&amp;^#@&amp;#^&amp;@^#</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i know i shouldn't be posting any entry about A, but i just can't help it. this is the right venue to rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;A,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i really don't know if you're just playing dumb or what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;stay away from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;stop being nice. it won't change a thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;mind your own business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;save the little respect i have for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i don't need you to worry for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;just live your life and i'll live mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;let me go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;now i feel better.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24198162-114382638075533985?l=gypsypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/114382638075533985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24198162&amp;postID=114382638075533985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114382638075533985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114382638075533985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='*&amp;^#@&amp;#^&amp;@^#'/><author><name>ja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24198162.post-114368435561307885</id><published>2006-03-30T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T10:05:55.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hopeless romantic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bahaynikuya.com/images/zanjoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px" height="321" alt="" src="http://www.bahaynikuya.com/images/zanjoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bahaynikuya.com/images/bianca.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px" height="371" alt="" src="http://www.bahaynikuya.com/images/bianca.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahit ano pa sabihin ng iba jan.. i love 'em both. they make pbbce worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so peeps,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;text BB BIANCA &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;        BB ZANJOE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;231 for smart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2331 for globe,tm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24198162-114368435561307885?l=gypsypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/114368435561307885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24198162&amp;postID=114368435561307885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114368435561307885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114368435561307885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/2006/03/hopeless-romantic.html' title='hopeless romantic'/><author><name>ja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24198162.post-114365525800186906</id><published>2006-03-30T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T11:17:06.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>G</title><content type='html'>for G's benefit, here's my reason why i refused A's friendship:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I DON'T TRUST A  ANYMORE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tell me, how can u be friends with someone you don't trust? it's not because of bitterness G, at lalong hindi dahil sa i am not over him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i don't even agree with the 'may pinagsamahan naman kami' notion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;as lovers, we failed. what's the assurance that we can be good friends then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24198162-114365525800186906?l=gypsypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/114365525800186906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24198162&amp;postID=114365525800186906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114365525800186906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114365525800186906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/2006/03/g.html' title='G'/><author><name>ja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24198162.post-114365436235347451</id><published>2006-03-30T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T11:18:15.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel alone today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i decided not to register with unlimitxt today. i'm not in the mood to be kiddie's doctor love. for the record, kiddie's the one who told me he's in love with me but later on we found out that we're not really meant to be together. we clash most of the time, it's not a good sign. now he's liking this girl from cebu and i'm getting a bit irritated with him asking my view on this and that. for heaven's sake butch ka, you know how it works dude. work you way to her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm also a bit disappointed with mae. but i don't want to elaborate. it will pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sometimes, when you're single, you feel alone. but i promise ngayon lang yan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24198162-114365436235347451?l=gypsypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/114365436235347451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24198162&amp;postID=114365436235347451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114365436235347451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114365436235347451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-feel-alone-today.html' title='i feel alone today.'/><author><name>ja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24198162.post-114356196718395878</id><published>2006-03-28T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T11:18:55.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dalaga ka na!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Happy 18th Birthday Kris!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;love you grl.. miss na kita :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24198162-114356196718395878?l=gypsypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/114356196718395878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24198162&amp;postID=114356196718395878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114356196718395878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114356196718395878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/2006/03/dalaga-ka-na.html' title='dalaga ka na!!'/><author><name>ja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24198162.post-114347274547339403</id><published>2006-03-27T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T11:21:48.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the case of the ex.</title><content type='html'>as much as i want to keep mum about something i found out about my ex, i can't help but blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i found out that he had a relationship with someone else, they're turning 2 years old on june. one year na dapat kami sa june din. whoa! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyway, my reaction was.. yeah i am expecting something like that to happen. honestly.. since the time i saw him texting someone with "heaven" as the codename, my trust with him was never the same again. the thing is, di lang ako ang niloko niya, pati rin si T. i wonder if nalaman ni T yung tungkol kay M though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i am now puzzled, why bother saying i didnt do anything for him? eh may M naman pala? aysus. pinahirapan pa ko. he could have broken up with me and tell it straight to my face that he has a mhean waiting for him blah blah.., and maybe i would have considered being friends with him. atleast, he's honest. kaya lang, di nya ginawa so... let it be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;if the ex thinks i'm bitter.. go ahead. isipin mo ano gusto mo isipin. i don't really care. yan exactly ang reason ko why i don't want anything to do with him. he can't keep his mouth shut. para bang he's always entitled to say what he wants to say. ako, on the other hand, will just be quiet.. i'll let him do the talking. but of course, no one can keep me from blogging about it! hehe.. let him think that my qm was for him even if it was meant for someonelse. baka mapahiya eh. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basta, i don't have anything to say to him. i have already stated my case, i answered every question with conviction and i am so damn happy because i am finally free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;i made the best decision in my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24198162-114347274547339403?l=gypsypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/114347274547339403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24198162&amp;postID=114347274547339403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114347274547339403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114347274547339403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/2006/03/case-of-ex.html' title='the case of the ex.'/><author><name>ja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24198162.post-114342566608041454</id><published>2006-03-27T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T11:23:12.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>closing cycles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i have always loved this. makes me feel better after a breakup. hope it can make you feel better too.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing Cycles by Paulo Coelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One always has to know when a stage comes to an end. If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through. Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters - whatever name we give it, what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that have finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you lose your job? Has a loving relationship come to an end? Did you leave your parents' house? Gone to live abroad? Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden? You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened. You can tell yourself you won't take another step until you find out why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just like that. But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved: your parents, your husband or wife, your friends, your children, your sister, everyone will be finishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life, and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of us can be in the present and the past at the same time, not even when we try to understand the things that happen to us. What has passed will not return: we cannot forever be children, late adolescents, sons that feel guilt or rancor towards our parents, lovers who day and night relive an affair with someone who has gone away and has not the least intention of coming back. Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why it is so important (however painful it may be!) to destroy souvenirs, move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell or donate the books you have at home. Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts - and getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place. Let things go. Release them. Detach yourself from them. Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Do not expect anything in return, do not expect your efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be discovered, your love to be understood. Stopturning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are broken off, work that is promised but there is no starting date, decisions that are always put off waiting for the "ideal moment." Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished: tell yourself that what has passed will never come back. Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person - nothing is irreplaceable, a habit is not a need. This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult, but it is very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because that no longer fits your life. Shut the door, change the record, clean the house, shake off the dust. Stop being who you were, and change into who you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24198162-114342566608041454?l=gypsypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/114342566608041454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24198162&amp;postID=114342566608041454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114342566608041454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114342566608041454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/2006/03/closing-cycles.html' title='closing cycles'/><author><name>ja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24198162.post-114342319451090557</id><published>2006-03-27T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T11:26:10.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yesterday, an hour before my final exam in civ pro.. my ex decided to confront me. nice timing. anyway, he noticed that everytime he would text me, i would always say goodbye or make an excuse so that we can cut the conversation. partly true, but hey, i have my reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;here are the points he raised/clarified with me (sms lang po eto):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1.) &lt;em&gt;lagi ka na lang nagbabye pag nagtetext ako. hindi naman ako numb no. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- ok, point taken. the things is, wrong timing ka magtext. when he texted me yesterday, i was on my way to school. i didn't mean to make him feel like i don't want to text him or anything, although i think subconsciously that's what i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2.) &lt;em&gt;sayang lang naging tayo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- i totally disagree with this one. i never wasted my time on you, in fact, as what i have told you, it was a pleasure having you in my life. no one has ever prepared a dinner date for me, it was only you who did that for me. i hope you won't feel this way. it saddens me that to you, it was just a waste of time and effort. even if we only lasted for 6 months, it was the highlight of my life last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) &lt;em&gt;tama ang desisyon ko na di bumalik kasi wala kang ginawa para iparamdam saken kung gano ako kahalaga sayo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt; i was totally hurt by this one. this is totally untrue.when you failed the board exam, i was there. i told you how much i love you and that i am still proud of you with or without your license. when all along i thought that we're back in each other's arms and with a blink of an eye you told me that we're not yet together.. i didn't take it against you. i wanted so much to argue and to talk about us, but i respect that you have so much pain inside you at the time, so i kept my feelings to myself. instead, i would cry myself to sleep, for two straight weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4.) &lt;em&gt;ang ginawa mo, umiwas ka. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- &lt;/em&gt;because i have no other choice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5.) &lt;em&gt;hinintay naman kita e, na gumawa ng way para maayos tayo. if i remember sabi mo you'll do anything. pero wala kang ginawa. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- noon pa naman diba? you would always blame it on me. feeling ko i am worthless. its just a pity that for you i did not do anything. just the same, minahal kita sa paraang alam ko. and whether you felt it or not, as long as i know deep in my heart that i did everything to make this relationship work. but i can't do it by myself. ako lang ba dapat ang umayos? all along ba ang problema nasakin lang?? it takes two to tango. you left me hanging, a position i don't want to experience. finally i found my way out, and sadly, it is to live my life without you in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god knows, and everyone.. including my friends..they know how much i have loved you. i won't deny the fact that i still care for you, but its not enough to make me stay. just as when you told me yo don't see any reason for us to have a relationship, i don't see any reason for me to fight for this. i have mourned so much already, i am so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;thank you so much for being a part of my life. i have learned a lot from our relationship. i have learned how to value someone for who he is, and that both of you should strive hard to make the realtionship work, not just one person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am happy that you're happy. i wish you well too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as i hate saying goodbye, i have to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24198162-114342319451090557?l=gypsypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/114342319451090557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24198162&amp;postID=114342319451090557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114342319451090557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114342319451090557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/2006/03/finally.html' title='finally...'/><author><name>ja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24198162.post-114310158104645812</id><published>2006-03-23T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T11:29:53.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>making a choice.</title><content type='html'>last night, somebody told me that he's &lt;strong&gt;inlove &lt;/strong&gt;with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my reaction? a mixture of happiness, bliss and a slight fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happiness. of course, ikaw ba naman sabihan nun di ka matutuwa? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bliss. i like her din kasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;fear. ah the ultimate feeling. hehe. well, i have this fear that the moment magdecide ako to accept her love, baka ma-compromise yung freedom ko. blame reby for this, pero nasanay talaga ko maging independent. ayoko ng pinagsasabihan ako, ayoko rin ng over ang restrictions saken. just last night, we were talking on the phone, i told her about lezpinay's 8th anniversary party, and she told me na what if ayaw nia ko pumunta. sosyal. tayo ba? hehe. anyway, i told her na give me one good reason kung baket di ako pupunta and if i find it reasonable enough, i won't go. di sya nakapagbigay ng reason no. later on she told me kasi daw possessive sya. hay naku. bad shot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i don't really want to ask permission from anyone, kung ano gusto ko, gagawin ko. ok lang magsabi, pero yung magpaaalam? argh. parang di pa kaya ng powers ko yan sa ngayon. that's why even if im so tempted to give my 'yes' to her, &lt;strong&gt;I CAN'T. &lt;/strong&gt;i ain't ready to give my freedom away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i don't want to compromise anything for the sake of love, the last time ginawa ko sya, i ended up with a broken heart. its either she'll take me for what i am.. or maybe humanap na lang sya ng iba. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hay. the problem is, i am starting to like him more than i should like him.. gets? hehe. ewan! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FALLING IN LOVE IS A CRIME!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24198162-114310158104645812?l=gypsypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/114310158104645812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24198162&amp;postID=114310158104645812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114310158104645812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114310158104645812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/2006/03/making-choice.html' title='making a choice.'/><author><name>ja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24198162.post-114295688503061887</id><published>2006-03-21T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T00:01:25.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the real score</title><content type='html'>i received a text message from A (my recent ex) while i was on my way to schooL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: ba't pala di ka na text? umiiwas ka na no? di ba tayo pwede maging friends?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: pwede naman.busy lang ako.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: asus. nung tayo pa, kahit busy ka nagtetext ka pa rin. ok lang naman saken kung umiiwas ka na eh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: busy lang talaga ako. nasa school ako from 8am-9pm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: wala ako magagawa kung idedeny mo. blah blah blah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-oOOo-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang daming questions no? so ano ba talaga kasi ang nangyari saken at basta na lang akong nagstop magtext? talaga bang umiiwas na ko? ano ba talaga ate/kuya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's true. &lt;/strong&gt;i've been avoiding her for almost a week now. it's not because i hate her or something.. alam nyo yun, parang nauntog na ko. nagising na ko sa katotohonan. nagising na lang ako one day na parang wala na ko lakas to go on. it came to a point na i had no more strenght left and before ako mawalan ng respeto sa sarili ko at sa kanya, i decided to stay away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it wasn't easy on my part, especially because i have made plans already.. of spending my life with her.. kaso feeling ko ako lang naman may gusto. how can you expect to spend your life with someone who doesn't want to have a commitment with you? and ang tanging gusto ko lang, &lt;strong&gt;assurance...&lt;/strong&gt; kahit gano katagal maghintay basta alam mo may hinihintay ka.. e linyahan ka ba naman ng 'cguro pag nagka work pwede natin ibalik yung dati'.. CGURO? PWEDE?? ayos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;now here it comes, the hardest part of all..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;decided to quit her.&lt;/strong&gt; but i have to, para rin samen to. and i know i really don't have the courage to tell her about this, but i know sooner or later she'll know. it doesn't matter kung ano maging reaction nya.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;basta i'm free!!! and alavet!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24198162-114295688503061887?l=gypsypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/114295688503061887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24198162&amp;postID=114295688503061887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114295688503061887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114295688503061887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/2006/03/real-score.html' title='the real score'/><author><name>ja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24198162.post-114269923567572409</id><published>2006-03-19T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T11:30:54.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.explodingdog.com/drawonpaper/06152005/images/0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.explodingdog.com/drawonpaper/06152005/images/0024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when that time comes, i can already die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24198162-114269923567572409?l=gypsypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/114269923567572409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24198162&amp;postID=114269923567572409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114269923567572409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114269923567572409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-when-that-time-comes-i-can-already.html' title=''/><author><name>ja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24198162.post-114268944595306577</id><published>2006-03-18T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T11:32:03.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no.. not this time</title><content type='html'>i think i am really liking someone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it sucks.. bigtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i know i can never have him. and the thought of it makes me wanna beat myself up or just kill myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a classic example of a love that was never mine to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i always have to end up like this? why do i always have to like someone who doesn't like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY HER?? WHY NOW?? WHY ME???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh....................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24198162-114268944595306577?l=gypsypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/114268944595306577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24198162&amp;postID=114268944595306577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114268944595306577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114268944595306577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-not-this-time.html' title='no.. not this time'/><author><name>ja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24198162.post-114267234736045344</id><published>2006-03-18T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T11:33:13.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trying to be friends.</title><content type='html'>as much as i don't want anything to do with my ex, di nya yata gets. he keeps on texting me, i don't like it. ayoko na sya kausap e. parang di ko lang gets na after all ng nangyari, he expects us to be good friends.. haller?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm not bitter.. and i don't hate him. it's just that hindi ko ugali makipagkaibigan sa ex ko. and please, i have friends. ok na saken yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yung way ng pag text nya.. super nice and all.. hindi niya personality yun. i really don't see any reason para ibalik pa yung communication. it's better nung di pa sya nagtetext. oh well...&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday till 6am today, i was with my bestfriend. we stayed sa condo, nag inuman (i suck at drinking, 1 1/2 can lang plakda na ko.. BOO!) and talked about a lot of things. she's experiencing love problems at the moment, i, on the other hand, am love problem free.. i told her i am happy. pero may kulang. and as much as possible, ayoko alamin kung ano yung kulang na yun. because the minute i start figuring out what that empty space is, i'll end up with a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;masarap maging single, you can do whatever you want, wala ka masasagasaan. pero i have to admit, at the end of the day, especially if the sun's about to set, i feel some kinda loneliness inside me. i don't know if its only because i miss having a relationship with someone or whatever.. pero i am not ready to suffer another heart break at the moment so i guess, LOVE, if not the last, is not on my priority list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but i like someone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;patay tayo jan. hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh i'll make sure that it's just gonna be like that till the end. ang importante, the mere sight of her name in my inbox brightens up my day. i don't really give a damn about the content of the message, basta naaalala niya ko. ok na ko. the case of an unrequited like. ahahahaha. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yes people, i'm cynic to the highest level.. and on top of that, i'm cursed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24198162-114267234736045344?l=gypsypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/114267234736045344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24198162&amp;postID=114267234736045344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114267234736045344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114267234736045344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/2006/03/trying-to-be-friends.html' title='trying to be friends.'/><author><name>ja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24198162.post-114252878675694277</id><published>2006-03-17T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T11:34:43.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new blog</title><content type='html'>welcome to my nth blog.. and this time, i'm trying it out with blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;it took me 2 hrs to finish the entire look.. and then another hour for the finishing touches.. tadaaa.. here's the product of my not so expert knowlegde in editing a template.&lt;br /&gt;-0oo0-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. yesterday.. around 7am.. while i was still dreaming about zanjoe, i received a text message from my ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ex: binigay mo ba no ko? wala naman sana bigayan ng no. (not the exact words, i am trying my best to recall. because obviously i would rather dream about zanjoe than to read her txt msg)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: hindi ako nagbibigay ng no,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ex: sa chatroom daw nya nakuha eh. tpos nagalit pa saken nung ayoko makipagtextmate sa kanya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: i see. it's not me. when i'm online i usually blog or surf the net. besides, i don't go online that often coz malapit na finals.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ex: ok cge.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for my piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really know what made you think that of all people, ako pa magbibigay ng number mo sa iba. kahit minsan i never thought about giving your number to someone. baket number mo pa? mas ok kung number ko na. para may textmate ako no. and excuse me but i don't really want anything to do with you starting today. i'm totally fed up. yes, i will not deny that i still have feelings for you.. but its not enough to make me stay.. its not enough to want you back.. &lt;strong&gt;its over.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ewan ko ba, maybe i was just trying to convince myself that i am indeed over you, i may be wrong, but one thing's for sure, i don't really think of you that much anymore. i am not even sure if i love you, but i still care. you pushed me to feel this.. and now i have come to the end of the road. there's no turning back. even if i am alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24198162-114252878675694277?l=gypsypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/114252878675694277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24198162&amp;postID=114252878675694277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114252878675694277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24198162/posts/default/114252878675694277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gypsypixie.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-blog.html' title='new blog'/><author><name>ja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
