<?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-6136118393909341465</id><updated>2012-02-02T05:29:05.977+08:00</updated><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Love-dub Love-dub'/><category term='Blahhhs'/><category term='Travelocity'/><category term='Photoblog'/><category term='Beloveds'/><title type='text'>To the F... to the A... to the -B-U-L-O-U-S!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>VANITY is NOT a SIN. It's just a way of appreciating GOD'S gifts.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nicey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636247785983242862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l131/niceylicious/SweetieNiceOrig.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136118393909341465.post-502643771874172319</id><published>2007-10-26T06:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T08:39:53.070+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love-dub Love-dub'/><title type='text'>gray areas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's harmless to be with a person who has that special spark for you, laugh around and flirt a little. After all, there's no commitment involved. It's actually fun, if fun is really all you're after. But believe me, it gets confusing in the long run and you'll just sit in a corner and wonder... IS THIS ALL? :-/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Nicey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136118393909341465-502643771874172319?l=niceylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/502643771874172319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136118393909341465&amp;postID=502643771874172319' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/502643771874172319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/502643771874172319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/gray-areas.html' title='gray areas'/><author><name>Nicey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636247785983242862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l131/niceylicious/SweetieNiceOrig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136118393909341465.post-6395064387769409475</id><published>2007-10-24T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T19:46:00.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>blame it on the boogie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Ayala ang may sala. Abnormal rise on methane levels brought about by impaired pumps to dump waste materials from the septic tank caused the Glorietta blast."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- This was forwarded to me through SMS by a beloved. I don't know if this is true. He said it's all over the news. I haven't watched the television(news, teledramas ekkk, etccc.) in a while since I'm currently addicted into watching DVD series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last Monday night, I was told by another beloved that Ayala Mall had a meeting with its tenants about the mall management being responsible for the blast. Maybe not directly admitting, but is giving a hint that a) it's not caused by LPG and b) not a terrorist attack. It was highly confidential that time and they were asked not to divulge any information until further notice. (Hearsay? I dunno)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I pray for the innocent lives that were taken by this sad event. So affected by this, because Glorietta was my 2nd home in Manila. Hayz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Nicey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136118393909341465-6395064387769409475?l=niceylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6395064387769409475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136118393909341465&amp;postID=6395064387769409475' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/6395064387769409475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/6395064387769409475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/blame-it-on-boogie.html' title='blame it on the boogie'/><author><name>Nicey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636247785983242862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l131/niceylicious/SweetieNiceOrig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136118393909341465.post-4372787346636238859</id><published>2007-10-22T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:39:46.830+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blahhhs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>dr. sara tancredi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I spent the whole day yesterday (I'm talkin about 12 am onwards here) watching &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Prison Break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Season 1. Finished it in less than 24 hours; more or less 18 hours, I dunno, lost track of time. So hooked into it, didn't have the time to eat, sleep, and take a bath (Yikes! Zombie!). You feeling me? Lol. I've watched some of the early episodes but it's only yesterday when I had the luxury to watch it non-stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The creator of the show is so brilliant. Ahhh the twist and turns. Oh shieks my heart is pumpin. Feels like I'm there, accessory to the crime. I was so involved, wanna quit my job and apply as a warden or worst, rob a bank so I can get to Fox River Penitentiary. To save an innocent man that is ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My friends drool over &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Wentworth Miller - Michael Scofield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. But I like &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dominic Purcell - Lincoln Burrows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; more. I like older men. Lol. And I find him more masculine and hunky. Hihi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/RxwePdwsl1I/AAAAAAAAAKs/KiWfMQfN1-8/s1600-h/Tancredi.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/Rxwfmtwsl2I/AAAAAAAAAK0/WGceEjrI89s/s1600-h/Sara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124005226020116322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/Rxwfmtwsl2I/AAAAAAAAAK0/WGceEjrI89s/s320/Sara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then there's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Dr. Sara Tancredi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. A beloved said, I looked like her; he said when he's watching it, Sara (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Sarah Wayne Callies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in real life) reminded him of me. A friend said, I have a resemblance with her: smile, eyes, cheeks, lips, and chin. (Ok, sooo not the nose. Hmfh. I have the fugliest nose on Earth). So the Nicey, super feeling as ever. Because Sarah's pretty! Bwahahaha. Ok I'll shut up now. I chose not to reveal their identities as you might think they're hallucinating or something. Hihi. I heard she was cut on Season 3, I dunno. Ahhh spoilers! Grrrrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Can't wait to watch Season 2 later ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sara (Boooooh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136118393909341465-4372787346636238859?l=niceylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4372787346636238859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136118393909341465&amp;postID=4372787346636238859' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/4372787346636238859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/4372787346636238859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/dr-sara-tancredi.html' title='dr. sara tancredi'/><author><name>Nicey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636247785983242862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l131/niceylicious/SweetieNiceOrig.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/Rxwfmtwsl2I/AAAAAAAAAK0/WGceEjrI89s/s72-c/Sara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136118393909341465.post-4342900704475826087</id><published>2007-10-20T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:39:47.122+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoblog'/><title type='text'>vodie tony</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/RxoOz9wsl0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/PnezPHGgjUc/s1600-h/Paseo.Lol.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123423812002289474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/RxoOz9wsl0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/PnezPHGgjUc/s320/Paseo.Lol.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;reunited with a very good friend... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;vodie&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ;) Hihi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;My unguarded tabachingching moment. Bwahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Nicey: anong problema mo? Chura nito! Lol."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136118393909341465-4342900704475826087?l=niceylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4342900704475826087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136118393909341465&amp;postID=4342900704475826087' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/4342900704475826087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/4342900704475826087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/vodie-tony.html' title='vodie tony'/><author><name>Nicey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636247785983242862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l131/niceylicious/SweetieNiceOrig.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/RxoOz9wsl0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/PnezPHGgjUc/s72-c/Paseo.Lol.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136118393909341465.post-2631506817198275774</id><published>2007-10-20T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T21:28:43.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beloveds'/><title type='text'>hey stranger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I realized that most of my blog visitors are totally strangers. They have bloghopped from somewhere or saw a link from another blogsite or wherever. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My beloveds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (read: immediate family members, good friends, and some loved ones) are the only ones who know my cyberhome. I don't want &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the others &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(read: them. lol) to know this, I don't want them to know what I've been doing and what's the latest buzz about me (capital B!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am a very private person (di ba obvious? lol). There are certain things that I really cannot babble in here. I may have, but indirectly. I want to protect other people's privacy and mine too (and for some other reasons I can't tell, now that's privacy). You know what I'm saying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;And to you my visitor&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: I just want to let you know that I appreciate you a lot. Whether or not you know me or you just wandered around blogsites, I thank you for your time... for hopping in and checking my site (me) out. I hope we could be friends, not just in the cyberworld, but on the real world as well... :) You take care k? And may God bless you always :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"STRANGERS are just FAMILY you have yet to come to know..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nicey&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/6136118393909341465-2631506817198275774?l=niceylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2631506817198275774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136118393909341465&amp;postID=2631506817198275774' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/2631506817198275774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/2631506817198275774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey-stranger.html' title='hey stranger'/><author><name>Nicey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636247785983242862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l131/niceylicious/SweetieNiceOrig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136118393909341465.post-525705903312960426</id><published>2007-10-19T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T20:16:06.321+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love-dub Love-dub'/><title type='text'>i am in-love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;... in the concept of being in-love. I don't know if it's out of envy or I am just born a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;green-eyed monster&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. But I can't help to look giddy and electrocuted when I see couples as sweet as the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;asukareras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in Bacolod City. Right now, I am so addicted in a multiply site of this sweetie lovers, their both 18 years old and they've been together for 6 years and 10 months and still going stronggg! You do the Math. 18 - 6.10! Awww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ok, let's talk about my lovelife... Nah, change topic. I don't have a lovelife. But I want to be in-love. So badly that I have already prepared a love letter for that Mr. Nice Guy (not Mr. Right). Do I sound desperate? I don't think so. I think this is just a phase and I'll be able to overcome it. Hope it'll soon pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And oh, I want to have a baby. Baby girl. I want her to look like me. A mini-me. Hihi. Actually, baby girl or baby boy. Or better, twins! I already have a name for my Baby girl. I won' t tell because they say it's bad if you tell the name ahead (in my case, way way ahead).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;For now, I am waiting... for &lt;strong&gt;HIM&lt;/strong&gt;. For the &lt;strong&gt;FATHER &lt;/strong&gt;of my baby. But hey, no pressure. I am not in a rush. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;To whoever you are, this one's for you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Your Guardian Angel" by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U_AeYca12aw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U_AeYca12aw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ms. Nice Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136118393909341465-525705903312960426?l=niceylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/525705903312960426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136118393909341465&amp;postID=525705903312960426' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/525705903312960426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/525705903312960426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-in-love.html' title='i am in-love'/><author><name>Nicey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636247785983242862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l131/niceylicious/SweetieNiceOrig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136118393909341465.post-6425501592017623488</id><published>2007-10-19T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T19:52:53.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blahhhs'/><title type='text'>to the K...to the A... to the G-A-G-A-H-A-N!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Super extremes talaga ang buhay ko. Super saya tapos poof super lungkot. No wonder I hailed from Mandaluyong City, konti na lang talaga eh maaadmit na ko sa &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know where&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super saya ko since Thursday last week. Nag-mountain climbing kami ng beloved Kuya &amp;amp; Ate ko in Mt. Manabo, Batangas (Malarayat Mountain Range). Ay the best naman talaga ang feeling! Nothing beats! Super bonding galore. Inexplicable feeling of fulfillment. Ahhhhh! Pictures to follow, di pa send ni Kuya eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last day in Manila last Sunday... then  go to City of Love and Smiles na naman. Super bonding with Tatay and syempre the ultimate... tentenenennn Chicken Inasal! Wooohooo! And the oh sooo sumptuous desserts in Calea! Katabaan galore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and now, Super lungkot... kanina lang 10 minutes nag-start. Sana lungkot matapos ka na, kasi ayaw kita. Sana ayawan mo ren ako paminsan-minsan... Hmfh. Di kita bati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks sa mga nag-text at nag-miscols *lol* Di ako suplada ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136118393909341465-6425501592017623488?l=niceylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6425501592017623488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136118393909341465&amp;postID=6425501592017623488' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/6425501592017623488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/6425501592017623488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-kto-a-to-g-g-h-n.html' title='to the K...to the A... to the G-A-G-A-H-A-N!'/><author><name>Nicey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636247785983242862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l131/niceylicious/SweetieNiceOrig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136118393909341465.post-3952817112206321068</id><published>2007-10-11T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:39:47.500+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blahhhs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beloveds'/><title type='text'>brb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll be away for a while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;... will reunite with my beloveds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;... will go to M,L,B,I,B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;... will miss you guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Drop me a message just incase: (0922)831-3008 / (0917)641-4476&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;... duh. as if someone will (nobody cares. huhu. drama. arteh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...captured moment with Revy &amp;amp; Mitzi...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119889453349639970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/Rw2AVNwslyI/AAAAAAAAAKU/sWM4BAaIdnw/s320/RNM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take care &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sunburst&lt;/span&gt;! ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;will be miles away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Nicey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136118393909341465-3952817112206321068?l=niceylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3952817112206321068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136118393909341465&amp;postID=3952817112206321068' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/3952817112206321068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/3952817112206321068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/brb.html' title='brb'/><author><name>Nicey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636247785983242862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l131/niceylicious/SweetieNiceOrig.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/Rw2AVNwslyI/AAAAAAAAAKU/sWM4BAaIdnw/s72-c/RNM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136118393909341465.post-8630517462356772314</id><published>2007-10-09T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:39:47.667+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blahhhs'/><title type='text'>whoa, that was weird</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I got tagged by Miel and my B-mate Vera. I have to write 6 weird things about me. Hmmm... same with Miel, I don't consider myself weird, well I guess for some people I am. Hihi. Hayayayzzz, think think think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I sleep with my 10 babies (I have a total of twenty++, others are left in Manila), 3 pillows, 3 blankets, and 3 books (Good morning God, a dictionary, and my current read). Yeah it comes in three's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I just recently found out what a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;multicab&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is. (Don't laugh, I bet you don't know this too. Lol). I thought all vehicles with empty cargo space at the back were called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pick-ups&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Hihi. K, this is not weird, it's stupidity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I can eat Chicken Inasal (must be from Chicken House, Bacolod) , La Marea's warm brownie cup, Sasmuan's butter flavored polvoron, yema (from MRT North Ave. station &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt;), Aristocrat's Chicken BBQ (dipped in Java Sauce + tomato sauce), Starbucks/Coffee Bean's Green Tea frap, and Corn Rice (only in Cebu I think) &lt;strong&gt;EVERYDAY&lt;/strong&gt;. Again, this is not weird, it's gluttony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have an obssession with &lt;strong&gt;SUN(SHINE) &lt;/strong&gt;for some reason I can't tell&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;I want to be called Sunshine. I want yellow stuff. I have a lot of tees with Sun prints. I am a Sun cellular subscriber (koneksyon? Lol). I always wear my yellow Livestrong band (original, you'll get 10 for free when you donate to Lance Armstrong's foundation). I want to be under the sun. I want to go to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siquijor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (The Sunshine Island), I was supposed to celebrate my birthday there (alone, yesss suicidal. Haha!) last June, if not for the kind-heartedness and love of my Tatay. I always order the Sunshine Pasta at the Old Spaghetti House resto. I love songs: "You Are The Sunshine Of My Life," "Sunshine," and "My Girl (I've Got Sunshine...)," Et cetera, et cetera...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I only got hooked in reading books (thick novels, nose-bleeding ones: history, biographies of people I don't even know existed, Marketing, etccc.) when I had my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;diamond-studded Levi's eyewear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I look cute wearing 'em (said a beloved). Hihi. I used to read fashion mags, self-help and pacutie-chick-books (only). Again and again, this is not weird, it's &lt;em&gt;uberly kaartehan&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't think of a no. 6. Whoa, that was weird ;) I'll fill this up later. Hihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So there! Now you tell me, am I weird? ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/Rwr0a9wslxI/AAAAAAAAAKM/iLjyjmhy17w/s1600-h/Bibis+kow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119172670552577810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/Rwr0a9wslxI/AAAAAAAAAKM/iLjyjmhy17w/s320/Bibis+kow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Meet my 4 beloved babies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dybear &lt;/em&gt;(blue)&lt;/span&gt; - given by Daddy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leklek&lt;/em&gt; (pink)&lt;/span&gt; - from Ate yan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kinks&lt;/em&gt; (purple)&lt;/span&gt; - from BB Jec&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bumbum&lt;/em&gt; (green)&lt;/span&gt; - from Revy and Mitzi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span 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style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span 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style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blahhh blahhhs&lt;/strong&gt;: I wasn't feeling well yesterday. Blame it to Pacquiao. My tummy hurts so bad because I had my 1st meal last Sunday at 6pm. Congrats Pacman, but I didn't enjoy the fight. I liked Kyla's Lupang Hinirang though. I went out 12:30 am last Sunday to eat (again), so technically it was Monday already; because I had to take meds. BBQ, Jollibee's Caramel Sundae, Dunkin Donuts' choco butternut munchkins *burp*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was talking to my BB on the phone, she said she's online so I looked for an Internet Cafe at 2am (I don't wanna go home yet), when I was about to enter the cafe, armed men in black were soon in front of me, lights and cameras everywhere, chaoticcc! The cafe was being raid. I could've end up in jail if I went there earlier (say a minute earlier?). I couldn't run, they might hunt me down and think I'm a member of some syndicate. I walked backwards... slowly... thennn... I was in a safe place... Star Mart. Hihi. If by any chance you'll see me on TV, it wasn't me! Bwahaha. Dyahe talaga! Whattamidnight for me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nicey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136118393909341465-8630517462356772314?l=niceylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8630517462356772314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136118393909341465&amp;postID=8630517462356772314' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/8630517462356772314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/8630517462356772314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/whoa-that-was-weird.html' title='whoa, that was weird'/><author><name>Nicey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636247785983242862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l131/niceylicious/SweetieNiceOrig.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/Rwr0a9wslxI/AAAAAAAAAKM/iLjyjmhy17w/s72-c/Bibis+kow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136118393909341465.post-5506928180851761652</id><published>2007-10-05T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:39:47.920+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>risks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well well well what do we have here ;-P I just finished reading &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"By the River Piedra, I Sat Down &amp;amp; Wept."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I just want to quote the following from the book:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Pitiful is the person who is afraid of taking &lt;u&gt;RISKS&lt;/u&gt;. Perhaps this person will never be disappointed or disillusioned; perhaps she won't suffer the way people do when they have a dream to follow. But when that person looks back - and at some point everyone looks back - she will hear her heart saying, "What have you done with the miracles that God planted in your days? What have you done with the talents God bestowed on you? You buried yourself in a cave because you were fearful of losing those talents. So this is your heritage: the certainty that you wasted you wasted your life."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"You have to take &lt;u&gt;RISKS&lt;/u&gt;... We will only understand the miracle of life fully when we allow the unexpected to happen..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"If pain must come, may it come quickly. Because I have a life to live, and I need to live it in the best way possible. Ih he has to make a choice, may he make it now. Then I will either wait for him or forget him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Waiting is painful&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;u&gt;Forgetting is painful&lt;/u&gt;. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Arrrrrggghh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm so proud of myself, as I took a lot of risks in my 23 years of existence in this crazy world. Because there's only one thing I'm afraid of: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm AFRAID of WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN'S... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;And this has thought me a lot. I'm so much happier NOW. Yes I'm alone, but definitely &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lonely. For there are a lot of people who loves me in spite and despite of my shortcomings. As I always tell my beloveds if they ask me how I am, I say: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I would't have experienced everything that happened from February 24 onwards, if I didn't take the leap."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Reposting:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Maybe it's luck, maybe it's destiny... All I know is that your love is the best thing that ever happened to me. My life is so much richer and happier because I'm sharing it with you. Dreams seem more possible, difficult times are easier to get through, and even ordinary moments seem more special. I could never feel more loved and happy knowing that you're there for me... loving me unconditionally..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/RwX-H9wslwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/nX3K-nh7lFs/s1600-h/Paulo+C..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117775964367787778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="138" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/RwX-H9wslwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/nX3K-nh7lFs/s320/Paulo+C..jpg" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;K k, so much for emoticons in life. Hihi. I bought a new book by Paulo Coelho, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Like The Flowing River." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;an intimate collection of Paulo's thoughts, reflections, and short stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Blahhhs: I ate &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Warm Brownie Cup&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;La Marea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm so excited. 5 sleeps to go. Yeyyy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;TGIF!!! Wooohooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Pacquiao vs. Barrera on Sunday, October 7, 2007. Please lang, maawa kayo, don't text me who won! Hmfh spoilers! Because I will be one of the poor people who will rely on the delayed telecast. Huhuhu *sniff sniff* Ahhhh I'll just turn off my phones. Bleh! ;-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY WEEKEND EVERYONE! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Nicey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;P.S., I don't just speak merely about love. Sometimes, you should learn how to read between the lines... *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136118393909341465-5506928180851761652?l=niceylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5506928180851761652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136118393909341465&amp;postID=5506928180851761652' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/5506928180851761652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/5506928180851761652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/risks.html' title='risks'/><author><name>Nicey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636247785983242862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l131/niceylicious/SweetieNiceOrig.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/RwX-H9wslwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/nX3K-nh7lFs/s72-c/Paulo+C..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136118393909341465.post-4187542729799987238</id><published>2007-10-03T08:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:39:48.110+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoblog'/><title type='text'>narcissistic me v3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hiyee! Happy Wednesday! (^_~) Sharing with you my pikchurrrs from my no. 2 stress-relief (ya'll know what the no. 1 is. Hihihi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116924710439655138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/RwL36dwsluI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/OFjDflqW1ns/s320/DUP+Hihi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last night, I had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;DUP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;FCC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, sister-company of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;MF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Thanks to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;FHLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ahhhhhh the best. Feeling Cleopatra after. *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Epitome of Grandeur,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nicey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136118393909341465-4187542729799987238?l=niceylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4187542729799987238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136118393909341465&amp;postID=4187542729799987238' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/4187542729799987238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/4187542729799987238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/narcissistic-me-v3.html' title='narcissistic me v3'/><author><name>Nicey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636247785983242862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l131/niceylicious/SweetieNiceOrig.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/RwL36dwsluI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/OFjDflqW1ns/s72-c/DUP+Hihi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136118393909341465.post-6012175258675651224</id><published>2007-10-01T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:39:48.257+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blahhhs'/><title type='text'>sweet escape</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uhuh, &lt;strong&gt;STRESSED = DESSERTS&lt;/strong&gt; spelled backwards :) I'm so stressed today, but I'm happy because I was able to accomplish so many things, not to mention nose-bleeding and mind-boggling things. Hayayayyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thank God for... tsaraaaaaannnnnn:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116369989643572930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/RwD_ZdwslsI/AAAAAAAAAJk/uowynnMJxvg/s320/Whatsfordinnah.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ahhhhh... 1 whole Banoffee pie from Red Ribbon for only 310 bucks. C'mon Indulge! ;) *** Sorry, but nothing beats the Banoffee pie at Starbucks, too bad, it's not available here. But 'tis is fine. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Banoffee Pie&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - an English dessert made from bananas, cream, and milkkk :) either on a pastry base or crumbled biscuits like Graham crackers. Yummm!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walang pakialamanan ng dinnerrrr! ;p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To 200 lbs and beyond *lol*,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nicey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136118393909341465-6012175258675651224?l=niceylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6012175258675651224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136118393909341465&amp;postID=6012175258675651224' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/6012175258675651224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/6012175258675651224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/sweet-escape.html' title='sweet escape'/><author><name>Nicey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636247785983242862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l131/niceylicious/SweetieNiceOrig.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/RwD_ZdwslsI/AAAAAAAAAJk/uowynnMJxvg/s72-c/Whatsfordinnah.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136118393909341465.post-908951565240519316</id><published>2007-10-01T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T12:45:26.490+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blahhhs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>vanity vs. narcissism</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think the title of this entry should be appropriately called: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parisukat vs. Niceylicious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Hihi. Hmmmm since you flooded my shoutbox: I'll just post 'em here (read from bottom to top): ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10:40 AM Oct 01, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="oggixlink" href="http://parisukat.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;parisukat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i think ikaw hindi ganun... you're simply born pretty and you're aware of it. hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:34 AM Oct 01, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="oggixlink" href="http://parisukat.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;parisukat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hehehe paki-erase ng mga tags ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:34 AM Oct 01, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="oggixlink" href="http://parisukat.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;parisukat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and not just pride,narcissism,self-importance, conceit,arrogance, egotism, airs,bigheadedness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:33 AM Oct 01, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="oggixlink" href="http://parisukat.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;parisukat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;or when it simply becomes futility, emptiness,uselessness,pointlessness,worthlessness,ineffectuality,insignificance,ineffectiveness,hollowness, unreality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:31 AM Oct 01, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="oggixlink" href="http://parisukat.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;parisukat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok uulitin ko nalang"narcissistic" hirit paeh noh? hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:30 AM Oct 01, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="oggixlink" href="http://parisukat.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;parisukat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok uulitin ko nalang"narÂ·cisÂ·sisÂ·tic" hirit pa eh noh? hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09:54 AM Oct 01, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="oggixlink" href="http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nicey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If it reaches to that point, then that's no longer considered VANITY And nope, u didn't spell it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;09:40 AM Oct 01, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="oggixlink" href="http://parisukat.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;parisukat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;VANITY is NOT a SIN. It'sjust a way of appreciating GOD'S gifts. -- but it gets to a point that people become so narcisstic. (did i spell tht ryt?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;12:45 AM Oct 01, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="oggixlink" href="http://parisukat.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;parisukat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;translation : my cousin said your pics look socute but i told him no..and besides ur not cute\"ur pretty\" hehehe ok ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:47 AM Sep 29, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="oggixlink" href="http://parisukat.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Parisukat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wehehe ingon ako cuz.. your pics look so cute kuno. anako di wui.. di man nacute.. wafa man na xa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;VANITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is&lt;/em&gt; a quality or condition of being vain. Dictionaries have defined it in a negative way but for me it connotes a completely different affirmative meaning. When I say VANITY, I don't pertain to it as an excessive belief in one's own abilities or attractiveness or some sort of self-idolatry; but just a mere act of my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;kaartehan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Hahaha! I may have chosen the title "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;narcissistic me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" on my Photoblog entries but it doesn't mean I am. I just love taking pictures. I'ma certified &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;camwhore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Nyaaaaak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uhhhmmmm... and why am I explaining? Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagechef.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="ImageChef.com - Custom comment codes for MySpace, Hi5, Friendster and more" src="http://cdnll.users1.imagechef.com/ic/stored/users_95/477243/samp9f6ec7be4adbbc02.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136118393909341465-908951565240519316?l=niceylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/908951565240519316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136118393909341465&amp;postID=908951565240519316' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/908951565240519316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/908951565240519316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/vanity-vs-narcissism.html' title='vanity vs. narcissism'/><author><name>Nicey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636247785983242862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l131/niceylicious/SweetieNiceOrig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136118393909341465.post-8230681385286660224</id><published>2007-09-30T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:39:48.494+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoblog'/><title type='text'>narcissistic me v2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/Rv-Ff9wsllI/AAAAAAAAAIo/yROJ_XtW5mM/s1600-h/Yellerz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115954485917423186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/Rv-Ff9wsllI/AAAAAAAAAIo/yROJ_XtW5mM/s320/Yellerz.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;...EASY LIKE SUNDAY MORNING...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/Rv-FUtwslkI/AAAAAAAAAIg/LDxUza21aIE/s1600-h/Yellerz.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Straitjacket anyone?!?!?! Hihihi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Stupid-Naughty-Silly me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nicey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136118393909341465-8230681385286660224?l=niceylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8230681385286660224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136118393909341465&amp;postID=8230681385286660224' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/8230681385286660224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/8230681385286660224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/narcissistic-me-v2.html' title='narcissistic me v2'/><author><name>Nicey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636247785983242862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l131/niceylicious/SweetieNiceOrig.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/Rv-Ff9wsllI/AAAAAAAAAIo/yROJ_XtW5mM/s72-c/Yellerz.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136118393909341465.post-5710640407847082142</id><published>2007-09-30T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:39:48.529+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beloveds'/><title type='text'>mean gurls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/Rv9_ltwsliI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/maWPQ3V7hEc/s1600-h/Mean+Gurls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115947987631904290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/Rv9_ltwsliI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/maWPQ3V7hEc/s320/Mean+Gurls.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I miss mah mean gurrrls: my BB (Best Bud) Jec and my Sistah DK. Wait 'til I get backkk! Rawrrr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hi Bebey! *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Nicey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136118393909341465-5710640407847082142?l=niceylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5710640407847082142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136118393909341465&amp;postID=5710640407847082142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/5710640407847082142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/5710640407847082142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/mean-gurls.html' title='mean gurls'/><author><name>Nicey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636247785983242862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l131/niceylicious/SweetieNiceOrig.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/Rv9_ltwsliI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/maWPQ3V7hEc/s72-c/Mean+Gurls.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136118393909341465.post-2964637308593153869</id><published>2007-09-30T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:39:48.687+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelocity'/><title type='text'>the lion city</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thanks to WC! My pics were recovered. Woooohoooo. Sharing with you some pics from my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sing adventure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (longgg overdue).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115940222331033106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/Rv94htwslhI/AAAAAAAAAII/5SQWodTVu9s/s320/Singapura.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I oh soooo love this city. So clean and green. Hihi. Love the food... ahhhh spicy! I love the ice cream sandwich for $2. I bought super nice shades, skirts, dresses, bags, access, etccc. And I got my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thierry Mugler&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; here! We went to so manyyy places, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Night Safari, zoos, bird parks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! I'm such a kiddo! I was scolded twice, I was nowhere to be found. Super OA, they don't want me out of sight. Hmfh hmfh, how can I enjoy? How can I take-a-peek at my Surfbrands shoppes?! Yeyyyy there's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Billabong, Ripcurl, Roxy, Quiksilver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; everywhereeee! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ON SALE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Hayyy. I went home empty-wallet *lol* I was able to stay at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somerset Hotel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, dine at an uber shushal resto in&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Clark Quay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, ahhhhh the best! Thanks to my sponsorsss. *wink wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But but but... in every unforgettable experience, there's always a bad memory... Huhuhu I hate &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little India&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;(not the country, it's a place in Sing where... you know... I don't wanna sound like a racist... owkei shut up now), while I was browsing for a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roadbike Action Mag,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; there's this maniac who took a picture of me and was asking me to come over him... Aaaaccckkk the nerve. I was so scared, I went down the escalator, and asked for help. Hayayayyy... other than that, it was superrr fun fun fun!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It was 3 days of non-stop dining and drinking ;) So Sing... 'til we meet again! *all smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Nicey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136118393909341465-2964637308593153869?l=niceylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2964637308593153869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136118393909341465&amp;postID=2964637308593153869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/2964637308593153869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/2964637308593153869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/lion-city.html' title='the lion city'/><author><name>Nicey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636247785983242862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l131/niceylicious/SweetieNiceOrig.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/Rv94htwslhI/AAAAAAAAAII/5SQWodTVu9s/s72-c/Singapura.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136118393909341465.post-9021226664081213030</id><published>2007-09-28T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T14:20:28.867+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blahhhs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelocity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beloveds'/><title type='text'>la ciudad del amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"...And so I'm back! From outer space..." Hihi. Told ya I was up for a very busy week. Hayayay, TGIF! Just got back from the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;City of Love and the City of Smiles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Just a quick run-through during my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;busy as a bee &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday - &lt;/strong&gt;super busy. Ahhhhh basta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday - &lt;/strong&gt;A beloved was here! Yeyyy! We ate kilos of lechon at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CnT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for lunch, had merienda at &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La Marea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (ahhhh, nothing beats their &lt;em&gt;Warm Brownie Cup&lt;/em&gt;), dinner at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Neo-neo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, body massage at Body &amp;amp; Sole, cakesss and frappps at Coffee Bean in I.T. Park. Non-stop chikka and &lt;em&gt;lait &lt;/em&gt;moments. Hahaha! And before I knew it, it's already 3:20am! And I have a 7:30am flight, and I haven't packed yet! OMG talaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday &lt;/strong&gt;- Woke up at 6:00 am!!! 7:10am Airport. Check-In. Boarding. Plane. No hassle. I love last minute-check ins. I love the adrenaline rush. Hihi. City of Love. Met my Tatay there. Picked-up from the airport. Had lunch at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breakthrough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Ahhhh the best seafoods evah. 5:00pm Weesam. Saw Pido Jarencio, Tatay waved at him, he smiled back, as if he knew us. 6:10pm City of Smiles. Checked-in. Freshen-up. Dinner at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chicken House&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. (I can eat here everyday promise!) And there he was, Pido! Hihi. 10:00pm Bo's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday - &lt;em&gt;Chicken House &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;again. Hihi. Looked for shoes. I want new shoes. Sneakers. I left my Nike gold in Manila. I want new swoosh, or all-star, or let's get it on. Ahhhhh new shoes. Voila! New shoes! Cake cake cake at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Calea &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(must try: Blueberry Cheesecake, Mango Slice, Sansrival). Dinner at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aboy's &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(must try: Panda local ice cream, Exotic delicacies). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday - &lt;/strong&gt;Bwahahaha! Tatay missed his flight. Hihi. Flight booobooos. Hayayay, I'm all alone again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Busy huh? Busy eating... 10...15...20 lbs... and counting...! Going once, going twice, sold in the market! Hahaha! :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-&gt; My BB Jec is in Boracay. Huhuhu. *Inggitz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-&gt; My is sooooo kulit, but I love it. &lt;em&gt;"Hi Bi! Howr u? Wer waiting for kambal's bus.San na kyo? Give r regards 2 Sir John.Luv u" "Hi Mommy, si John po ito. Kumusta na po kayo dyan?" "Hi John! K kami d2 lagi kmi nmamasyal. Kaya lng sympre lgi namin inaalala si nice kya nalulungkot kmi." "Good to know you are doing ok. Nice is well naman po. Call or text me if there is anything. Take care." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ahhhhh. I want to sleep forever. Ayyyy I take it back. *knocks on my collarbone*. TGIF!!! Wake me up Monday! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'll try to post pictures of my escapade. But for now, I hafta work work work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I have something to look forward again. Yeyyyy!!! ;) Can't waittt! 9 more sleeps!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Nicey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136118393909341465-9021226664081213030?l=niceylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/9021226664081213030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136118393909341465&amp;postID=9021226664081213030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/9021226664081213030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/9021226664081213030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/la-ciudad-del-amor.html' title='la ciudad del amor'/><author><name>Nicey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636247785983242862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l131/niceylicious/SweetieNiceOrig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136118393909341465.post-3983201736833629721</id><published>2007-09-23T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:39:48.852+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love-dub Love-dub'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>sweetest downfall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/RvZpudwslZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/SRaJyb9iNmI/s1600-h/Sweetiepie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113390673909552530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/RvZpudwslZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/SRaJyb9iNmI/s320/Sweetiepie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm oh soooo addicted with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Regina Spektor's songs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, she's like Enya. She sings from the heart, with matching birds chirping in the background, feeling calm, an ocean-size warmth, love is overflowin', ahhhh oozing with capital &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;L.O.V.E.!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Her song &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Samson" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is what I've been playing all day... (all-night; currently my ringtone too!) Goes like this: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You are my sweetest downfall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I loved you first, I loved you first..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In relation to this, in the game of LOVE, it doesn't matter who loved first, who said I love you first, who kissed first, or it does? Oh well, that's just a mere opinion from my beautiful mind, if you don't think so, that's fine. I just want to feel that moment... to experience my sweetest downfall... to love first...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Try listening to her songs! Ahhhh finest! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the mood for love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagechef.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="ImageChef.com - Custom comment codes for MySpace, Hi5, Friendster and more" src="http://cdnll.img1.imagechef.com/w/070923/anme6e037eb2d404407.gif" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx0PTExOTA1NTM4NDc0NDQmcHQ9MTE5MDU1Mzg1NjE5MSZwPTExOTMxJmQ9Jm49.jpg" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdnll.img1.imagechef.com/w/070923/anme6e037eb2d404407.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136118393909341465-3983201736833629721?l=niceylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3983201736833629721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136118393909341465&amp;postID=3983201736833629721' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/3983201736833629721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/3983201736833629721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/sweetest-downfall.html' title='sweetest downfall'/><author><name>Nicey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636247785983242862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l131/niceylicious/SweetieNiceOrig.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/RvZpudwslZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/SRaJyb9iNmI/s72-c/Sweetiepie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136118393909341465.post-3610303601665500120</id><published>2007-09-21T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:39:49.018+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoblog'/><title type='text'>narcissistic me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/RvO-9NwslRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/WQtRe1VGN6c/s1600-h/Geeky.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112639960870851858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/RvO-9NwslRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/WQtRe1VGN6c/s320/Geeky.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY WEEKEND EVERYONE! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;*mwahhhhh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/6136118393909341465-3610303601665500120?l=niceylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3610303601665500120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136118393909341465&amp;postID=3610303601665500120' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/3610303601665500120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/3610303601665500120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/narcissistic-me.html' title='narcissistic me'/><author><name>Nicey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636247785983242862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l131/niceylicious/SweetieNiceOrig.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/RvO-9NwslRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/WQtRe1VGN6c/s72-c/Geeky.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136118393909341465.post-3617949485020357893</id><published>2007-09-21T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T20:32:22.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beloveds'/><title type='text'>bloodline</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;... but sometimes,&lt;strong&gt; PRIDE&lt;/strong&gt; is thicker than both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;May it be parents, sisters, brothers, daughters, sons, cousins, aunts, uncles, great ekk, etccc. - these are your RELATIVES, with one breed (not type) of blood flowing through your veins and bloodstreams. Relatives stick together, one will do more for relation than for others. Relationships within the family are stronger than any other kind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But what if SOMEONE gets in the way? Would you just put your kin in to junk? Would you go after that SOMEONE and live happily ever after, well in fact your family is grieving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I felt sad, because I just remembered what I dreamt about last night. I killed that SOMEONE. I tortured, caused that SOMEONE an inexplicable excruciating kind of pain, black and blue, until that SOMEONE ceased to live. Then I woke up, feeling restless and exasperated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;No, don't be afraid of me. I'm not a brutal-ala-murderer kind of person. I dunno what that dream meant or is there really an explanation behind it. But I just have this one simple question... &lt;strong&gt;IF YOU'RE HAPPINESS CAUSES SOMEONE A LOT OF PAIN, WOULD YOU GO FOR IT? WOULD YOU CHOOSE YOUR &lt;em&gt;SOMEONE&lt;/em&gt; OVER YOUR RELATIVE (THE FORMER LOVE OF YOUR LIFE, YOUR PRIDE AND JOY...)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Read between the lines...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Nicey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136118393909341465-3617949485020357893?l=niceylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3617949485020357893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136118393909341465&amp;postID=3617949485020357893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/3617949485020357893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/3617949485020357893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/bloodline.html' title='bloodline'/><author><name>Nicey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636247785983242862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l131/niceylicious/SweetieNiceOrig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136118393909341465.post-2674390302554217051</id><published>2007-09-21T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T15:57:01.996+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>quotable quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I often receive so many text messages, esp. everytime I wake up in the morning. Sometimes 13 messages received, 18, 23... etc. Thank you for the inspiring messages, Inday/Ederlyn/Dalawang Batang Bading jokes, and personal sweet messages from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my beloveds &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I just wanna share with you all my most fave quotes/messages (saw on a website, watched on TV, read on a book, received from a friend through text message or just simply...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;from the beautiful mind of Nicey *wink*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If two people are meant for each other, it doesn't mean that they are meant for each other now." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Dawson's Creek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Everything that I understand, I understand only because I love." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Leo Tolstoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- E.B. Browning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In 3 words I could sum up everything I learned about life: It goes on. About love: It doesn't last. And about people: They change fast." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- sent by Donn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No matter how much we love and care for a person, if we are uncertain of our position, there will be a point when the only thing certain is to give up."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - sent by Mitzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A cynic asks: Why does everybody go crazy over happy endings? How could it be happy? If it's already the end?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- sent by Bong S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In our world of wrong choices, someday, someone will come into your world, who will make you say, 'This time, I got it right' " - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;sent by Bong J.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"SOULMATES? They say there are two people constantly in search for one another without them even knowing. They just feel incomplete somehow. Soulmates are meant to be together forever. That's why they continuously search for each other against time and space. Lucky are those who actually cross paths. However, they just cross... But who said they could actually be together?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- from a certain website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Good morning! You awake? Take a bath na, you smell na eh." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- from a beloved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Vanity is not a sin, it's just a way of appreciating God's gifts." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Nicey *hihi*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Can you share with me you're most fave quote? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Special thanks to Globe Unlitxt service and Sun Cellular for unlimited texting. Hihi ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blahhhs:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh, today is the anniversary of Martial Law. My Bro is a Martial Law baby :) Hi Kuyerwin! ;) Mishu! Do you miss your Shellane? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I got a call from my beloved Kiko a while ago. Updates on each other, super laugh trip, missing, etccc. So glad to talk to a special friend, it seems like he's just beside me, but the fact is, we're thousand miles away from each other. And oh, he's currently dating someone. I'm happy(?) for him ;) Ahhh well, goodluck! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And my guy bestfriend Alvin, is in-love! ;) Yiheeeeeee! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm happy for all of my friends who have found their love (for reals). &lt;em&gt;So akala nyo kayo lang ha? Blehhh ;p &lt;/em&gt;Hahaha! Hmmm...I'm going to shut up now ;) *wink wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And speaking of people in love, a special shout-out to my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;b-mate, vera, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;HAPPY 4TH ANNIVERSARY to you and your lucky man! ;) Keep the love flowin'! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'll be oh soooo busy (as a bee) starting Monday next week. I'll try to update you guys on my escapades ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;For now, wish me &lt;strong&gt;luck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Ahhhhh basta! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*super wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Nicey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136118393909341465-2674390302554217051?l=niceylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2674390302554217051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136118393909341465&amp;postID=2674390302554217051' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/2674390302554217051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/2674390302554217051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/quotable-quotes.html' title='quotable quotes'/><author><name>Nicey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636247785983242862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l131/niceylicious/SweetieNiceOrig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136118393909341465.post-3440466165756327443</id><published>2007-09-19T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:39:49.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blahhhs'/><title type='text'>a week that was</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/RvCKhfDxOFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qyzuLZ3Nia0/s1600-h/Geekynicey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111737884943136850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/RvCKhfDxOFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qyzuLZ3Nia0/s320/Geekynicey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sheeeeks, how time flies so fast. It seems like yesterday when I was so excited to visit Manila to be with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my beloveds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And now I'm oh soooo far away again from them. Ahhh well, that's my life, gotta live it and love it... a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;grandiosa &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;life that is ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I arrived Manila, I know that no one will pick me up (for the first time? excluding the usual &lt;em&gt;going homes &lt;/em&gt;with officemates); still, I went out of the airport looking for that mighty sleek ride... hay wishful thinking, but it's all good! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah basta ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Meetingsss. Hi's n' hello's. Beso-besos'. Kisses everywhere. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;They &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;missed me. Suhweeeeet! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Friday &lt;em&gt;midnight &lt;/em&gt;was spent with Cacai, walkathon experience! I love to walk *hekhek* Super chicha and chikka at Starbucks in Edsa Central (nyayks!). I'm not familiar with the place but that's were our feet led us :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I spent the whole Saturday with a &lt;em&gt;friend; &lt;/em&gt;picked me up, went to Chili's (Annapolis) to have lunch. We had salad, pasta, super rice, corn, chicken, ribs, burger, to name a few (haha!); then rest for a while and headed to Clark Hatch spa for ultimate pampering ;) super chikka galore at the Sauna, all eyes were on us, didn't notice the "Observe Silence" glaring above us. Hihi. Ahhhhhhh super &lt;em&gt;sarappp&lt;/em&gt; the massage! Too bad, I fell asleep during the second half of the process, &lt;em&gt;azar&lt;/em&gt;. Then I woke up, &lt;em&gt;"Mam, stretching na po."&lt;/em&gt; This is gotta be my most fave part, because the &lt;em&gt;Ate &lt;/em&gt;will &lt;em&gt;lift &lt;/em&gt;me up. Strong and might huh. Bwahahaha! We finished at around 5pm, then we went to Serendra. Got tired (Huh?) and ate at Conti's. Yummmmy! Mango Bravo, Blueberry Cheesecake, Choco Almond Sansrival, Sotanghon and Lasagna. Talking about gluttony! ;) Oh well, I loveeeee to eat! ;) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obvious ba? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Haha! Went home, watched TV; then I forgot something in the office, went there with Cacai; slept at around 2 am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Voila! Happy Fiesta Sunday! Super cook &lt;em&gt;si Cacai&lt;/em&gt;. Super eat &lt;em&gt;naman si Nicey&lt;/em&gt;. So long farewell I need to say goodbye...to you and you and you and you and youuuu... Tentenenen tentententen ten tentenenen tentennnn (to the tune of Sound of Music) Hihi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tayo po ay nakakaranas ng bahagyang pag-alog, mangyari po lamang na isuot ang inyong sinturong pangkaligtasan." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hihi. The best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Highlights:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I got my new Levi's Lady Style eyeglasses! It's white (oh yesss) and there's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;diamonds &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;on the side. Sleeeekkkkkk. (See pic above).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I discovered a new shampoo for moi, &lt;strong&gt;Clarins&lt;/strong&gt;Men! ;) Uhuh, it's for Men but it &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/RvCLSfDxOHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nrA7UuFE2ZA/s1600-h/My+Shampoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111738726756726898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="125" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/RvCLSfDxOHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nrA7UuFE2ZA/s320/My+Shampoo.jpg" width="51" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;doesn't smell so masculine though. It has Pro-Vitamin B5 that strengthens and conditions hair (you can use it for your body too!) After trying it out, my hair feels so soft and smells oh soooo good and &lt;strong&gt;ahhh basta!&lt;/strong&gt; ;) Available at Rustan's for P 1,100.00. Try it, you'll love it! ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have my new &lt;strong&gt;Thierry Mugler &lt;/strong&gt;(Cologne scent, the green one) lotion! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;New booksss and foreign magazinesss! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My ultimate breakfast galore at the best hotel, &lt;strong&gt;Parklane&lt;/strong&gt; ;) *wooooot wooooot*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Larsian &lt;/strong&gt;foodtrippp! &lt;em&gt;Ay the best pare! Barato kaayo jud! &lt;/em&gt;Hihi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;At madaming iba pa or madami pang iba? Ambot! ;) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AHHHHH BASTAAAA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Nicey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136118393909341465-3440466165756327443?l=niceylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3440466165756327443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136118393909341465&amp;postID=3440466165756327443' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/3440466165756327443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/3440466165756327443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/week-that-was.html' title='a week that was'/><author><name>Nicey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636247785983242862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l131/niceylicious/SweetieNiceOrig.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/RvCKhfDxOFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qyzuLZ3Nia0/s72-c/Geekynicey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136118393909341465.post-58113814267342629</id><published>2007-09-18T07:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T08:29:25.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blahhhs'/><title type='text'>splendid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;...And I'm back in the game! ;p Thanks to those who greeted, commented, and hailed (hehe) me last week... but &lt;strong&gt;NO thanks&lt;/strong&gt; ;p (capital "B", hihi) You guys don't know the whole story or even half of it. I'm not miserable, nor distressed or whatever state of sadness you want to call it. I'm livin a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;splendid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (and in my own term, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;grandiosa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) life and I've never felt this amazing bliss everrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Some things are better left unsaid; and in my case, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;unexplained&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And I'd like to leave it at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Chill people... chill. *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136118393909341465-58113814267342629?l=niceylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/58113814267342629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136118393909341465&amp;postID=58113814267342629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/58113814267342629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/58113814267342629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/splendid.html' title='splendid'/><author><name>Nicey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636247785983242862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l131/niceylicious/SweetieNiceOrig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136118393909341465.post-6347836900598567774</id><published>2007-09-13T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T07:49:53.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love-dub Love-dub'/><title type='text'>could've been</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi 'hal, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gee, it seems like yesterday when we first talk over the phone, when you professed your love for me, when we had our first kiss, when we celebrated our first monthsary, and when we had our first fight. So, shall we eat tonight at G3 or just order pizza at Yellow Cab? Our ultimate Manhattan Meatlovers' indulgence? Or Sbarro's stuffed pizza? Yummm! Whoa, still remember how we celebrate last year's? An out-of-town all expense-paid getaway and Enchanted Kingdom escapade, just the two of us. Hihi. So kiddos!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;13/09/06 00:10 Beybi k0h!Ü happy2x 4thyr anniversary!Ü 4 yrs n tau bhe!Ü h0pe maging masaya araw ntin sa sunday!Ü may nkipagpalit n nang sked sakin!Ü ks0 4 a day lang,,, 4 sunday lang, pero ok n un,ü miz u n bhe! Mahal n mahal kta ng s0bra!Ü happy 4thyr anniversary! ulit!Ü mwah! Mwah! Mwah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This was your last year's exact text message to me. I can still remember the kilig, the excitement, and I can still hear my heart beating love-dub love-dub...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh 'hal, favor for your beybi please? Buy me yema from MRT North Ave.! Owkei? Not Quezon Ave., Kamuning, or wherever. ;p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy 5th!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your EX-GIRLFRIEND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You know what's the most excruciating pain in life? It's when someone you &lt;strong&gt;KNOW &lt;/strong&gt;turns into someone you &lt;strong&gt;KNEW...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'd just like to share this with you all:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Words of Morrie Schwartz from the book &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuesdays with Morrie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by Mitch Album:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You let go, let the tears flow, feel it completely, but eventually be able to say, 'Alright, that was my moment with loneliness... I'm not afraid of feeling lonely, but now I'm going to put that loneliness aside and know that there are other emotions in the world, and I'm going to experience them as well..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;For the roller-coaster emotion I'm currently experiencing, I thought this quote would be apropos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Livin' a grandious life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagechef.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="ImageChef.com - Custom comment codes for MySpace, Hi5, Friendster and more" src="http://cdnll.users1.imagechef.com/ic/stored/users_95/477243/anmc5ec8e591086135b.gif" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136118393909341465-6347836900598567774?l=niceylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6347836900598567774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136118393909341465&amp;postID=6347836900598567774' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/6347836900598567774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/6347836900598567774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/couldve-been.html' title='could&apos;ve been'/><author><name>Nicey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636247785983242862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l131/niceylicious/SweetieNiceOrig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136118393909341465.post-3255529534776201792</id><published>2007-09-12T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:39:49.934+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blahhhs'/><title type='text'>dysphoria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/Rud3HQIyHOI/AAAAAAAAADA/NE22cBGKiCg/s1600-h/sad+nicey....jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109183268749712610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 82px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px" height="110" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/Rud3HQIyHOI/AAAAAAAAADA/NE22cBGKiCg/s320/sad+nicey....jpg" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;feeling: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;heartsick...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but but but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;buti na lang nandyan sila for me: &lt;strong&gt;*burpsss*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/Rud5ewIyHRI/AAAAAAAAADY/Tn5mg27uMFg/s1600-h/yummy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109185871499894034" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" height="208" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/Rud5ewIyHRI/AAAAAAAAADY/Tn5mg27uMFg/s320/yummy.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/Rud5kwIyHSI/AAAAAAAAADg/Bmp24nJ_PXQ/s1600-h/yummy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109185974579109154" style="WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" height="208" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/Rud5kwIyHSI/AAAAAAAAADg/Bmp24nJ_PXQ/s320/yummy+2.jpg" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cheer me up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nicey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136118393909341465-3255529534776201792?l=niceylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3255529534776201792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136118393909341465&amp;postID=3255529534776201792' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/3255529534776201792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/3255529534776201792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/dysphoria.html' title='dysphoria'/><author><name>Nicey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636247785983242862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l131/niceylicious/SweetieNiceOrig.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/Rud3HQIyHOI/AAAAAAAAADA/NE22cBGKiCg/s72-c/sad+nicey....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136118393909341465.post-8171852240590613911</id><published>2007-09-11T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T18:05:11.357+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>cruelty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;People accuse me of something I'm not. I am being judged for what they see and not for what they know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So they start hating. I'm the type of person that (as much as possible) avoids fights or arguments. But there are heads out there who are oh sooo unreasonable. I hate (lessen the degree) them because of the things they do to me; may it be directly or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't look down on people, nor talk crap about them, but they always give me enough reason to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And the weirdest part here is... I &lt;em&gt;actually &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like&lt;/strong&gt; the people who hate me. Ironic huh? I dunno. Maybe I have chosen to focus on their good side and not dwell on their &lt;em&gt;cruelty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Contemplating,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Nicey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136118393909341465-8171852240590613911?l=niceylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8171852240590613911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136118393909341465&amp;postID=8171852240590613911' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/8171852240590613911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/8171852240590613911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/cruelty.html' title='cruelty'/><author><name>Nicey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636247785983242862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l131/niceylicious/SweetieNiceOrig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136118393909341465.post-8363243649745817426</id><published>2007-09-11T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T16:56:08.621+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>delicadeza</title><content type='html'>I just wish people still have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;delicadeza &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;even if we're no longer colonized by the Spaniards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, poor you, if you don't know its meaning. Hayyy... It's so depressing to learn that not all of us were brought well by our parents. But hey, I'm not saying that I'm such a goody-goody, without a trace of bad bone in me; my point is: Why there are people out there who have a really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;evil rotten &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;side in them??? And I don't even think they deserve to be called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;people &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;because they don't act like a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;homo sapien&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Because they don't think. (haller??? Does it ring a bell???).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DELICADEZA &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- defined as an act of being refined or delicate in tastes or manners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme define it in simple words (for rotten tomatoes out there): it's just a sense of decency or how to behave well in all circumstances. An etiquette that was passed on to us by the Spanish culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad that this moral value is no longer being practiced, passed on, and has become irrelevant. I'm afraid (and won't be surprised) that soon many would lose their ethical ties and instead become more like a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;rotten tomato&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***dedicated to: Weirda and Mini-me... *** (arrrrrggghhh...) mind your own business... or should I say your own 'things'? I hate 'cherry gils.' (read: copycats).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A person's own good breeding is the best security against other people's ill manners. Save lives, save souls. Beware of rotten tomatoes! Rawrrrr!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRR,&lt;br /&gt;Nicey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136118393909341465-8363243649745817426?l=niceylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8363243649745817426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136118393909341465&amp;postID=8363243649745817426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/8363243649745817426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/8363243649745817426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/delicadeza.html' title='delicadeza'/><author><name>Nicey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636247785983242862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l131/niceylicious/SweetieNiceOrig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136118393909341465.post-3591110925267113612</id><published>2007-09-11T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:39:50.889+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beloveds'/><title type='text'>my current mississippis in life</title><content type='html'>I woke up today feeling elated :) Because today is Tuesday so that means? tentenenennn... 2 sleeps to go before I see my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;beloveds &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*yey* Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just thought I'd share with you my so-called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mississipis &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;in life :) (what I'm currently missing on haller?!:p)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my Daddy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/RuX7THxAC0I/AAAAAAAAABY/8_RsnU_Di_w/s1600-h/Wit+my+beloved!Ã.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108765658242353986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" height="166" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/RuX7THxAC0I/AAAAAAAAABY/8_RsnU_Di_w/s320/Wit+my+beloved!%C3%9C.jpg" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when I was still in Manila, I miss the everyday morning question, "What do want to eat?" Then I'd get irritated because I don't want to think early in the morning *brattinela*; then when I transferred here, the questions were "Are you awake? Did you eat your breakfast? Office ka na?" But now, I seldom get asked with those questions *emote* I miss how he calls me every hour (sometimes every 30 minutes) in our office (in Manila), and when I moved here (through Sun cellular). I miss our weekend Rockwell moments :( . I miss our kulitan moments, especially when we're talking about Mommy Bangs *hihi* I miss him calling me "Bo." I miss him... terribly... :'( &lt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dybear's lolo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my Mommy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/RuX8x3xAC1I/AAAAAAAAABg/Sc_ChBLN6M4/s1600-h/Niceylicious2542-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108767286034959186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" height="139" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/RuX8x3xAC1I/AAAAAAAAABg/Sc_ChBLN6M4/s320/Niceylicious2542-small.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; not really because as my Ate yan said, "nandito naman si Eli d seykand" *haha* Kidding lang My, you might get tamporurot moments ;) I miss our secret moments together. My &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;kilinggerzis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, my plans of murdering some people, etccc. I miss her okoy, her calamares, her adobo, as in everything she cooks for me. I miss her s*e** *bwahahaha*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my Ate yan &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- nope, her name's not "Yan." Basta long story, just like me, "Bebi yan." :) I miss taking advantage of her *bwahahaha* enough said :D &lt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leklek's ninang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108768729143970658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" height="134" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/RuX-F3xAC2I/AAAAAAAAABo/GQqIWv8WsAE/s320/Pretty+sissies.%C3%9C.jpg" width="181" border="0" /&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my Kuyerwin &lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;/em&gt;I miss his super kulit gestures. I miss him calling me "Celine," but now, "Shellane" na. Don't ask why, ggrrrrr. I miss his sweetness and care. He's really the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;padre de familia &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;now :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kuya Dey, Ate April, Erin, Iya &amp; Uno &lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;/em&gt;the "Alabang" people errrr Batangas na pala :) I miss making Erin cry. I miss Dey Jr.'s antics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ate Loy, Kuya Alan, Earl &amp;amp; Elijah &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- I miss my super sungit Ate Loy: I miss her calling me "Siopips, Pao, Paoie." *I wish I could see my qutee nephews in the flesh...*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jec &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- I miss our &lt;em&gt;chicha 'til you drop moments. &lt;/em&gt;I miss our chikka galore, lait galore *nyahaha!*, and our shopping moments together :) &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/RuYA7HxAC3I/AAAAAAAAABw/i7KZCB5WdqM/s1600-h/Bestbuds+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108771842995260274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" height="132" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/RuYA7HxAC3I/AAAAAAAAABw/i7KZCB5WdqM/s320/Bestbuds+5.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kinky's ninang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kiko &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- I miss him... :( Earth calling Kiko, call me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cyrus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - I miss talking to the Ate's,&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I miss munching on street foods, I miss him telling me, "Ano ka ba, ang dami-dami mo namang gustong kainin!" I miss the infamous line, "I wish I could go back to London para matapos ng lahat ang problemang ito!" I miss our mallratting moments. I miss our premiere nights together. I miss him, though I know he doesn't miss me at all. *huhu*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cacaits &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- I can't take her calling me "Ate Nice," because she looks older than me, and she takes care of me. *Hihi* (OMG!!! Ala-sais na, bwahahaha! *Classic!*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Incredible Hulk &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- around the Manila Trip. bus rides. MRT North Ave's yema. Sunshine Green Peas. LRT. etcccccccccccccccccccccccc..............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Revy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- if you need non-sense talking, pointless topics, go to her! Hahaha. Kidding aside, you can always count on her if you need SL and VL excuses! *wink wink* LBM? Aaaackkk. Migraine? Gasgas. My advise? TAMADITIS!!! :D *take it from me Revy!* &lt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bumbum's 1st ninang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nerdz &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- I got the chance to have a long chat with her over the phone last week, updates on each others' lives, blahhh blahhhs, chismax, etc. Same old Nerdz, and I love her :) She shares the same birthday with my Dy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dimps &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- I miss her sweetness and touchy touchy gestures. I hope to see my inaanak soon :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hunny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - the cheesecakes, the laughters, ETC. And when I say ETC., it really is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;et cetera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sistah DK &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- I miss her crazy antics and out-of-this-world phrases! Haha! We're sisters, but from different parents :) See you here in Jan.! *yey*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alvin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - though we often text each other, iba peren pag live :) "nice!" "salvador!" "hoy!" hahaha! Goodluck on you know what. *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pauline &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- my &lt;em&gt;almost &lt;/em&gt;sister. I miss her, my forever kakampi. I miss her unique laugh, her vanity, and her creative things ek :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kuya Pong &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- my &lt;em&gt;almost &lt;/em&gt;Kuya. I dunno, I feel close to him after the &lt;em&gt;you know what&lt;/em&gt;. I admire him for his wits, his outlook in life, his passion, his pagiging Mr. Webster (boy he knows good English and voca!), and a lot more. Hope you could meet your &lt;em&gt;main woman&lt;/em&gt;. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tita Susan &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- my &lt;em&gt;almost &lt;/em&gt;Mom... I miss her TLC... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Najee &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- I miss his voice! Like mine! Hihi! ;) "Tita Nice" awwww sweetness! :) More pictures with you cutie lil boy! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mitzi Pearl &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- I miss her calling me "Eunice." I miss arguing with her. I miss fighting with her. We're &lt;em&gt;carinyo brutal&lt;/em&gt; eh. Haha! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;- Bumbum's 2nd ninang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/RuYNdnxAC5I/AAAAAAAAACA/FGJ6fhyOAmo/s1600-h/Wit+Nicey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108785629840280466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" height="138" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/RuYNdnxAC5I/AAAAAAAAACA/FGJ6fhyOAmo/s320/Wit+Nicey.jpg" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sir John &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- I miss his &lt;em&gt;local 2206 &lt;/em&gt;calls. I miss his &lt;em&gt;pang-aasars&lt;/em&gt;. I miss Starbucks. I miss flower vase. I miss "suntukin kita dyan eh." I miss "Niceyyyyy!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ETCCC.........................................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hayyy... I miss a lot of people! Wish I have the power of Hiro Nakamura :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THEY &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;miss me too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagechef.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="ImageChef.com - Custom comment codes for MySpace, Hi5, Friendster and more" src="http://cdnll.img1.imagechef.com/w/070910/samp393f92c06689fc59.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagechef.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="ImageChef.com - Custom comment codes for MySpace, Hi5, Friendster and more" src="http://cdnll.img1.imagechef.com/w/070910/samp8d58146bce55dd52.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136118393909341465-3591110925267113612?l=niceylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3591110925267113612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136118393909341465&amp;postID=3591110925267113612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/3591110925267113612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/3591110925267113612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-current-mississippis-in-life.html' title='my current mississippis in life'/><author><name>Nicey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636247785983242862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l131/niceylicious/SweetieNiceOrig.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8weYs6PsY/RuX7THxAC0I/AAAAAAAAABY/8_RsnU_Di_w/s72-c/Wit+my+beloved!%C3%9C.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136118393909341465.post-5453010684276729885</id><published>2007-09-10T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T20:27:48.899+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blahhhs'/><title type='text'>random thingamabobs</title><content type='html'>What's wit the word &lt;em&gt;thingamabob? &lt;/em&gt;Hihi. I'd rather use this word instead of my usual &lt;em&gt;chervaloos &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;eklavoos&lt;/em&gt;. *ngok ngok* I acquired this word when I was a kid while watching Sesame Street; although wordreference.com website defines it as &lt;em&gt;something whose name is either forgotten or not known&lt;/em&gt;. O di bah, makes sense ;) Hep hep, why am I stressing on this? This isn't the topic of my post; ngeks, knowing me, I can jump into several subject matter and in the end, I didn't make any sense at all. My &lt;em&gt;beloveds&lt;/em&gt; can attest to that! *boo me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random blah blahhhs of what I'm currently experiencing/feeling/thinking/etccc.: *duh as if you care* hohoho :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;feeling: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ecstatic *yey jumps for joy* at the same time contemplative *sigh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my beloveds (you know who you are! raise your hands!) *hug hug*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;missing: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my Dy &amp; My, my Ate yan, my Kuyerwin, my bestbuds: Cyrus, Gucci &amp;amp; Jec, ETC. &lt;- ayan, nandyan ka sa ETC. *wink*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;will miss: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my Momsie, her last day is on Friday and I can't be with her since I'll be flying to Manila the night before *cry*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;craves: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aristocrat's chicken bbq (dipped on java sauce + tomato ketchup) *yummm* owkei now I'm hungry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;can't wait: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fhtbmh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hates: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ff &lt;- may kwentong Nicey ka ba?! *bwahaha* hmfh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wants: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be my sexy old me again (yessssh may ganun?!) *you wish* hihi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got this questionnaire from another blogsite:&lt;/p&gt;1. Are you smiling? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I always do :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever kissed a girl/boywhose name started with a D? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daddy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is irritating you now? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think the right question is 'who' *evil smile*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When did you last eat pizza? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;last August 30 wit Ate Pinks, Momsie &amp; Glaze&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you drink beer? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hell no! *grins*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you have any friends who are famous? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rinch :) we're friends right? Hihi. Supermodel in the making! Move over Laetitia Casta! ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you any good at poker? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pusoy dos, tong-its,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;pares-pares, peke (bluff), unggoy-ungguyan, pekwa, yes I am :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you want? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;world peace. Hihi :) But seriously, only GOD knows what I want. What I really really want...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Are you tired? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nah... It's just a state of mind :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you like anyone? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like everyone (yessssh)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Coke or Pepsi? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I prefer H2O&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you ever throw up? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ask them. *hik*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Last text message received? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;from Ate April, saying thanks; it's her birthday today :) *ohhhh wait, why there's no number 13 question?* :'( Could it be a sign? Hmfh. chura! owkei, moving on...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Taco Bell or McDonald's? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Both :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Last thing you said? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"ok bahboo" - on the phone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What are you wearing? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;yellow top with sun prints :) Levi's jeans (ano pa nga ba) and my pony hi-cut sneaks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. How many american eagle shirts doyou own? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;di ko type.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How many Friendster views do you have? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dunno, i don't care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Want to be a king? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nope, want to be a queen on someone's kingdom :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you believe dreams come true? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;who doesn't?!?!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Last song you heard? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I Think God Can Explain" by Splender&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you like Batman? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"swakto" lang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Who is in the room with you? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What are you wearing on your feet? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my pony shoes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What's your favorite accessory? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my Livestrong baller &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Who was the last person you told you loved them? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dy &amp; My&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What was the last thing you ate? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cookies (freebie from Parklane) Hihi; love it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What were you doing before this? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;working (naks)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What is the closest item near you that is black? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;laptop haller&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What was the last instant message you received? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't chat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Who's house did you go to lastnight? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you mean what hotel? Sowi, shushal ako. *bwahahaha*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What do you wear more, jeans or sweatpants? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dresses and skirts (don't ask why! hmfh)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What is the last movie you watched? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A Love Story" *mahal mo ba ako? oo kahit alam kong mali na* hihihi (no questions 35 and 36???)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Ever been to QuizPox.com? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nope, have you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Where are your parents? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;states with my Ate Loy, Kuya Dabs, and cutie patootsie twin nephews&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Coach Purse or NFL game tickets? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NFL para astig ;) *huh?* :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Where was your default blogspot picture taken? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;restroom! hihi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Why did you pick your background? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think it's the coolest among the ready-made templates, hehe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Who are you currently texting? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Are you happy with where you are? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you really want me to answer this question?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Where do you wanna be right know? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;only GOD knows where&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Have you ever loved somebody so much that it made you cry? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brandy is that you? *lol* OH YES.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Dream vacation? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;residence: Australia; vacation: Hawaii, Florida, or anywhere in Europe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you love someone? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love my BELOVEDS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Do you want someone you can't have?&lt;br /&gt;50. Who makes you smile the most? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my BELOVEDS...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;told yah! I'm non-sense. *lol*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need coffee now :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagechef.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="ImageChef.com - Custom comment codes for MySpace, Hi5, Friendster and more" src="http://cdnll.users1.imagechef.com/ic/stored/users_95/477243/sampfa97fcfd3312bbc7.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136118393909341465-5453010684276729885?l=niceylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5453010684276729885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136118393909341465&amp;postID=5453010684276729885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/5453010684276729885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/5453010684276729885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/random-thingamabobs.html' title='random thingamabobs'/><author><name>Nicey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636247785983242862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l131/niceylicious/SweetieNiceOrig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136118393909341465.post-7523634233773021276</id><published>2007-09-10T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T20:26:15.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blahhhs'/><title type='text'>twisted SUNSHINE</title><content type='html'>Hey yo wazzup Cyberspace! *laughs* That's my usual greeting to anyone (or anything, oh yes, I talk to non-living things), my infamous &lt;em&gt;hey yo wazzup&lt;/em&gt;. Hihi. Blahhh, I'm talking non-sense here now. Allow me to invade the &lt;em&gt;wonderful&lt;/em&gt;(?) world of blogging. I had (have) Friendster account, MySpace and Multiply, but decided to cancel 'em already (or no longer open 'em, in the case of Friendster and Multiply), simply because I find it too high-schoolish (yesssh, so mature ka na nyan? Haha!). But seriously, just want to blurt out my &lt;em&gt;rants n' raves &lt;/em&gt;about my so-called roller-coaster life (read: boring *lol*); and I think, blogging is the best therapeutic cure for my &lt;em&gt;emo &lt;/em&gt;moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I won't lose track - I'm the type of person that does it well in the beginning and after a while, loses interest :p like Multiply or YouTube *giggles.* (I'm just talkin' about this cyberthingamabob, nothing else owkei... if you know what I mean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to F!#%^%$ster account, Multiply, etccc. And say hello to &lt;a href="http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; ;) See yah around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagechef.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="ImageChef.com - Custom comment codes for MySpace, Hi5, Friendster and more" src="http://cdnll.users1.imagechef.com/ic/stored/users_95/477243/samp24c0a5ef53f2cd5d.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136118393909341465-7523634233773021276?l=niceylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7523634233773021276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136118393909341465&amp;postID=7523634233773021276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/7523634233773021276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136118393909341465/posts/default/7523634233773021276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceylicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/twisted-sunshine.html' title='twisted SUNSHINE'/><author><name>Nicey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636247785983242862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l131/niceylicious/SweetieNiceOrig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
