<?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-7023986</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:31:49.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VoiCes from the dEepEst reCeSses of oNes' miNd..</title><subtitle type='html'>Roots, rock, reggae... Bob Marley, Big Mountain, Indio I... Sun, sand, water... Beach, sports, reading... Clubbin, food, shopping.. mix them all together and "KABOOM!!" You get one fun lovin', nature trippin', reggae dancin' beach bummin' Dazed Angel!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>137</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-112604755544027252</id><published>2005-09-06T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T15:59:15.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boing..boing..boing..</title><content type='html'>i have so many things to write about but i just don't know where to start.. all i can say is that i'm happy and i pray that it'll remain  this way.. happy.. happy.. happy.. haven't been able to go skimming.. haven't been able to hang out at xaymaca or 70's.. but i'm still friggin happy.. sheez.. i can't wipe off this smirk on my face.. ladilalala..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time.. ciao..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-112604755544027252?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112604755544027252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=112604755544027252' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/112604755544027252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/112604755544027252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2005/09/boingboingboing.html' title='boing..boing..boing..'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-111985747198182076</id><published>2005-06-27T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T01:07:55.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>smile and wave..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's been nearly 2 months since i was last at xaymaca.. i have finallly slowed down on my weekly routine of goin there.. could it be because of you? yeah, maybe.. that's why i switched to 70's knowing that you don't (won't) go there.. i invited you once.. but you found it too far.. good! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i've been dying to get my dose of reggae music and i missed listening to BMR..&lt;br /&gt;was finally able to quench my thirst last friday.. majay, ren, arvin and i met up at xaymaca and danced the night away..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i say i was suprised when i saw you? nah.. i half expected it.. i put into good use the practice of the penguins in the &lt;strong&gt;MADAGASCAR&lt;/strong&gt; movie &lt;strong&gt;"just smile and wave.."&lt;/strong&gt; saw and bumped into a couple more people that night.. chit chatted with jan and exchanged a couple of hi's and hello's with some other peeps..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since BMR is still in my system.. here's a song for my latest abomination (&lt;em&gt;and hopefully the last..&lt;/em&gt;) why would i be dedicating such a cheesy-luvy-duvy song to an abomination you may ask? 'coz i'm a hardheaded-bonk-me-on-the-head-if-you-must-and-i-still-won't-listen kinda girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ngayong Gabi&lt;/strong&gt; by Brownman Revival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Maari ba kita &lt;br /&gt;Ilabas ngayong gabi&lt;br /&gt;Kay tagal ko na'ng pinangarap &lt;br /&gt;Makasama ka, kahit sandali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O puede mo pa ba&lt;br /&gt;Pagbigyan ngayong gabi&lt;br /&gt;Pilit ko man 'di ipakita&lt;br /&gt;Halatang matagal na ako sa'yo naakit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiwaga ng iyong ganda (hmm..guy sya)&lt;br /&gt;Lagi kong pinipinta&lt;br /&gt;Tuwing ako'y natutulala&lt;br /&gt;Tuwing ako'y nag-iisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilitin ko man limutin&lt;br /&gt;Lalo lang umiigting&lt;br /&gt;Ang hiyaw ng aking damdamin&lt;br /&gt;Na ikaw ay makapiling&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;#########################&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;on to a lighter note..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my 2 nieces spent their sunday over at the house (&lt;em&gt;man did i miss them&lt;/em&gt;)..they needed help with their homework..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i remember when i was about &lt;strong&gt;wave's&lt;/strong&gt; age (she's 5) i barged into the headmistresses office (&lt;em&gt;st.john's in zed&lt;/em&gt;) and demanded that &lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; get a certificate too (&lt;em&gt;my other siblings had received certificates during the graduation/ recognition ceremony and i was furious 'coz i didn't get one.. how was i to know that they weren't giving out certs to nursery peeps?&lt;/em&gt; :p) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, my ranting and raving and tear shedding paid off.. i was called into her office the next day and awarded a &lt;strong&gt;"most friendly"&lt;/strong&gt; certificate! beat that! hehehe.. complete with angels and all.. (&lt;em&gt;still got it safely hidden with all my important documents.. i worked hard for it you know.. imagine all the tears i shed for it.. hehe&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;strong&gt; laiya&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;wave&lt;/strong&gt; spent the day doing their homework then after we watched &lt;strong&gt;MADAGASCAR&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;RAPUNZEL&lt;/strong&gt;.. when &lt;strong&gt;malaika &lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;my dear sis&lt;/em&gt;) and her &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; got home that night we had this &lt;strong&gt;"let's-pretend-it's-your-birthday-and-party!"&lt;/strong&gt; thingy.. she cooked some hotdogs for the kids and we ate the chocolate cake that they brought.. since &lt;strong&gt;wave&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;laiya&lt;/strong&gt; got into one of their mood swings, &lt;strong&gt;malaika&lt;/strong&gt; had them sing &lt;strong&gt;"happy birthday"&lt;/strong&gt; then blow the candles just for fun..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what we did for like 20 mins or so:&lt;br /&gt;- light the candles&lt;br /&gt;- have the kids sing happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;- have them say &lt;strong&gt;"happy birthday to yoooouuu"&lt;/strong&gt; as long as they could (&lt;em&gt;what party would be complete without a game&lt;/em&gt;?)&lt;br /&gt;- have them make a wish&lt;br /&gt;- have them blow their candles&lt;br /&gt;- then we all sang "&lt;strong&gt;WE LIKE TO MOVE IT MOVE IT! WE LIKE TO MOVE IT MOVE IT!&lt;/strong&gt;" (&lt;em&gt;madagascar&lt;/em&gt;) while dancing like weirdos (&lt;em&gt;imagine what 3 grown ups and 2 kids doing this must have looked like&lt;/em&gt;..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my mom got home.. she joined in the fun.. wasn't long before their dad dropped by to pick them up.. oh well.. it'll be another long week till i see my nieces again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-111985747198182076?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111985747198182076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=111985747198182076' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/111985747198182076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/111985747198182076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2005/06/smile-and-wave.html' title='smile and wave..'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-111957547882022258</id><published>2005-06-23T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T18:11:18.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when things go wrong</title><content type='html'>did my memory fail me again last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like it did.. the same feeling of disappointment washed over me.. it was like i was looking at myself from a far.. and i knew that what was presently happening had happened before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pushing aside those negative thoughts.. i managed to smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may never learn from my past experiences.. but atleast when things go wrong.. i still have the strength to smile..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-111957547882022258?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111957547882022258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=111957547882022258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/111957547882022258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/111957547882022258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2005/06/when-things-go-wrong.html' title='when things go wrong'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-111924149102077131</id><published>2005-06-19T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T21:40:26.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>music baton..</title><content type='html'>fLoi passed on the music baton to me so here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total volume of music files on my computer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to IT for reformatting my PC.. a measley 696 MB of mp3's is all i have left on it.. the rest of my 10GB + music files are scattered and saved amongst the different external HD's of my friendly friends at the office.. (because of this unfortunate event.. i have now started my own CD collection of local artists.. i plan to buy atleast one CD per payday of a local artist.. support OPM! hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last CD I bought was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full Volume (The Best of Pinoy Alternative)&lt;br /&gt;Artists and songs included in the CD are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- As The Music Plays (Jam Version) - Bamboo&lt;br /&gt;- Burn Out - Sugarfree&lt;br /&gt;- Right Now - Sandwich&lt;br /&gt;- No Ordinary Love - Urbandub&lt;br /&gt;- Kapag Nawala Ka - Stonefree&lt;br /&gt;- Broken Sonnet - Hale&lt;br /&gt;- Forget - Typecast&lt;br /&gt;- A Day Before Pisces - Faspitch (the vocalist of this band is drop dead ggoorrggeeeoouuss!! met him during my cebu trip when my fellow filzam introduced me to him)&lt;br /&gt;- Reason Out - The Ambassadors&lt;br /&gt;- Let You Go - Coffee Break Island (catch them every saturday night at xaymaca)&lt;br /&gt;- Call It A Flick - Ciudad&lt;br /&gt;- Fever - Monsterbot&lt;br /&gt;- Breakable - Twisted Halo&lt;br /&gt;- Crime Fighting Mama - Narda&lt;br /&gt;- Daisy - 7 Foot Jr.&lt;br /&gt;- Walang Iwanan - Popfilter&lt;br /&gt;- Mahiwaga - Join The Club&lt;br /&gt;- Scream - Milk \'n Money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song playing right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rage - The Jerks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five songs I listen to a lot, or that mean a lot to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Waiting in Vain - Bob Marley (my all time fave song.. count on me to request this song everytime there's a live band playin.. hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;2. Beautiful Eyesore - Gaucho (my theme song for "E".. and no.. his real name does not start with "E"..)&lt;br /&gt;3. Every Little Thing - Sting (i find this song real soothing)&lt;br /&gt;4. Santeria - Sublime (a surfer's national anthem ika nga ni drew)&lt;br /&gt;5. Tsinelas - Enchi (i just love the beat of this song!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can go on and on an on with my list.. but i was only asked to list 5.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five people to whom I'm passing the baton:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://princessmoja.blogspot.com/"&gt;Princess Moja&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://heiress.blogspot.com/"&gt;Glaiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aikyo_no_aru.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://markoboyd421.blogspot.com/"&gt;Marko&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://loneliestperson.blogspot.com/"&gt;Summer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-111924149102077131?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111924149102077131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=111924149102077131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/111924149102077131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/111924149102077131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2005/06/music-baton.html' title='music baton..'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-111883273774112582</id><published>2005-06-15T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T03:52:17.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a glimpse of you</title><content type='html'>i caught a glimpse of you..&lt;br /&gt;how long has it been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how my heart started to beat faster with each step you took towards me..&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to forget you.. i thought that i had.. but i proved myself wrong when i saw you that morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time seemed to move slowly as you approached me.. quite the opposite of my racing heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we said are hellos.. our usual kiss on the cheek.. then you were gone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was it really you that i saw? or was i just imagining things? must have been the booze..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one look at the footprints and i knew it was true.. it had been you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were you surprised when the others had that knowing smile when you were introduced to them? you were the talk of the town that's why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were did we go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;did i do something? did i NOT do something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you fit perfectly the description of my type of guy.. we would have made a perfect couple.. well, that's what i think.. maybe i should have taken out the word "perfect", no-one is after all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish that i had never met you.. but i guess if i hadn't, then my life would not be what it is at present.. thanks to you i have what i have today..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-111883273774112582?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111883273774112582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=111883273774112582' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/111883273774112582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/111883273774112582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2005/06/glimpse-of-you.html' title='a glimpse of you'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-111801667630665193</id><published>2005-06-05T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T17:13:05.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>window shop</title><content type='html'>a text conversation with mom last friday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mom:&lt;/strong&gt; are you hanging out with your friends tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nina:&lt;/strong&gt; nope, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mom:&lt;/strong&gt; would you like to bond with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nina:&lt;/strong&gt; ok, what we gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mom:&lt;/strong&gt; window shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nina:&lt;/strong&gt; ok, i'm still in ortigas, meet you around 7? robinsons..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mom:&lt;/strong&gt; ok see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nina:&lt;/strong&gt; yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;window shopping turned into dinner..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-111801667630665193?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111801667630665193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=111801667630665193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/111801667630665193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/111801667630665193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2005/06/window-shop.html' title='window shop'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-111647421026419880</id><published>2005-05-18T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T01:50:15.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>batang baler ako.. AKAW!</title><content type='html'>friday had dinner with friends at moomba.. really nice bar and resto near timog.. the ambiance was great.. sofas, big cushions and dim lighting.. perfect place to bring your date for a "get-to-know-the-person-more" thingy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner headed off to 70's to catch my dose of rock/reggae music of The Jerks.. we could have stayed at moomba's to listen to the band but i would have fallen asleep if we hadn't moved..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sat at our regular table (right in front of the band).. right next to our table was a group of CEO look-a-likes..  when i say CEO look-a-likes.. i mean those who are actually old enough to be my dad.. they were what we called the future Glenns, Edwins and Ejays!! like 30 years from now! hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so they started their second set with my favourite song waiting in vain.. after dancing to the jerks version of waiting in vain this waiter comes up to me with a wine glass and says "ma'am.. pinapabigay po ng gentleman from the other table.." mmaaann!! did i turn beet red!! did he have to wait for the song to finish to give the friggin wine to me? just when everyone was looking!! arrghh.. but of course, me being the polite lady that i am.. i took the wine glass and acknowledged the "CEO" who gave it with a nod.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make a long story short.. i gave edwin the wine and the future Glenns, Edwins and Ejays fell asleep during the 3rd song of the second set.. i told Glenn to savor what he has right now 'coz 30 years from now, he aint gonna last to hear the second set!! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday early morning (in other words right after 70's), met up with Shee and John for our road trip to Baler, Aurora.. took us 2 hours to get to Cabanatuan and 3 friggin hours to go through the 80 km rough road of sierra madre.. but the scenery was breath taking.. mountains.. falls.. trees.. nature.. beautiful.. (except for the places where land slides had occurred.. stop illegal logging!!!!) we passed by the valley where a whole town used to be.. because of the typhoon and flash floods last year.. it's now just an empty valley.. you could sense somthing different about the place.. makes me cherish life even more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to Baler at around 12 noon, had lunch and started scouting around for locals who would teach me how to skim.. while waiting for the food to arrive, i saw these 2 guys walking by the beach wall with a skimboard.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;befriended them and got them to teach me how to skim..ended up collecting bruises and scratches but it was worth it.. the feeling of finally getting onto the board and actually skimming was excellent.. in other words i was stoked! turns out they owned surfboards, body boards and a kayak too.. got to use them for free.. thanks guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we visited the mother falls and also the biggest balete tree sunday afternoon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 2 nights straight of drinking and story telling was fantastic.. got to know the locals more.. can't wait to go back to baler.. i even asked if they could adopt me! LOL.. oh well.. i'll prolly go back during sembreak when ibu goes home to baler.. ibu's my skim guru..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were currently planning our next surf/skim trip.. this time it'll be daet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme just post pics of the Baler trip.. can't think of anything else to write:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Skye and Shee during one of our stop overs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/baler1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John and his new found friend MOO!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/baler3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the middle of Sierra Madre:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/baler2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long winding road of Sierra Madre:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/baler4.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossing one of the many bridges along the way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/baler5.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby and me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/baler6.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting lessons from Master Bu-tin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/baler7.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trek up to the Mother falls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/baler8.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shee's 4x4 making it's way up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/baler9.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get wet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/baler10.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what the locals call the "shower":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/baler11.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First night of the drinking session:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/baler15.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second drinking session night with my new found friendly friends..Upper Left - Right: John Jay aka Boogie and Me.. Lower Left - Right: Arse (mountaineer), Ibu (my skim guru) and Leonard (the trombone dude)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/baler12.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buying souvenirs from Hiyas (Ibu's sister.. they have really cool names..):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/baler13.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stoked from skimming:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/baler14.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll post more pics once we upload the ones taken with the SLR.. in the meantime visit my online album to view the rest of the pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2126530948&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lookin at the pictures makes me miss Baler more.. i wanna go back.. i've fallen in love with the place.. haaaayyy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-111647421026419880?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111647421026419880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=111647421026419880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/111647421026419880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/111647421026419880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2005/05/batang-baler-ako-akaw.html' title='batang baler ako.. AKAW!'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-111562815409896151</id><published>2005-05-09T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T01:42:34.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i need a break..</title><content type='html'>why do we have memories? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- so that in those "just-about-to-fall-asleep" times we would have something to remember and smile about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- so that on our way to work while sitting in a cab or riding in a shuttle or standing in the MRT, we can close our eyes and look back to the day when..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- so that in times when we feel doubt creeping in we would have that "special memory" to hang on to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- so that we would have something to share with our friends when we have the "so-what-did-you-do-during-the-weekend" talks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. those can be some reasons why we tend to remember or hold on to particular experiences..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe we have memories because..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- we want to torture ourselves on what could have been..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- we want to pretend everything is fine and just remain and live in the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- deep inside we wish that, that particular memory would happen again in real life so we continue to play it over and over and over again in our minds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i need.. oh wait.. i know i need a vacation!! i'm getting all cranky and emotional again.. bummer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-111562815409896151?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111562815409896151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=111562815409896151' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/111562815409896151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/111562815409896151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-need-break.html' title='i need a break..'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-111511821227930865</id><published>2005-05-03T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T04:03:32.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>after one year..</title><content type='html'>happy one year of blogging to me!!&lt;br /&gt;happy one year of blogging to me!!&lt;br /&gt;happy one year.. happy one year.. happy one year to me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 months of various rants and rambles.. hopes and dreams.. love and heartbreaks.. parties and vacations.. bits and pieces of my life shared with the online community.. some may know me personally.. others, well.. may just have happened to stumble by my humble abode one way or another.. either way.. thank you all for sharing my life with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look forward to another year of sharing my life (well not all of it though.. i'm not THAT sharing.. hehehe) with anyone who happens to read my blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look forward to writing more happy moments than defusing my anger through writing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past weeks have been quite busy for me.. busy going out with friends.. spent the past few weekends hangin out with skye.. last friday was 70's bistro night.. what a sausage fest that was! hardiharhar.. 'twas real funny 'coz the saturday before that, skye and I were trying to get people to join us at 70's.. but then everyone else seemed to be busy so 'twas just me and skye.. dancin to the music of SPY.. oh yeah.. how do you catch the attention of the vocalist/band members? DANCE WHEN NO ONE ELSE IS DANCING!! LOL.. well anyhow.. back to the sausage fest part.. so last friday.. everyone we invited showed up at 70's! the jerks was playin.. first time i ever heard them play and they're good! had soo much fun that night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday, had coffee with skye at starbucks shang.. then headed off to check out the bar saguijo in makati.. i expected to much from it.. the place was good, kinda small and crampy.. i bet all the people inside were havin a blast.. unfortunately, i was outside.. oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme just voice out some random thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i wonder when i can go back to capones and explore the island"&lt;br /&gt;"i wonder if you still know me.."&lt;br /&gt;"i wonder if you even think of me.."&lt;br /&gt;"can i just strangle you?!"&lt;br /&gt;"i can't help but want to burst into tears everytime i think of you.."&lt;br /&gt;"did i ever mean anything?"&lt;br /&gt;"what where you telling them when i caught them staring at me?.."&lt;br /&gt;"will i ever get to see you again?"&lt;br /&gt;"can you just go away and leave me at peace.."&lt;br /&gt;"here's a gun.. go shoot yourself.."&lt;br /&gt;"spell nina = L-O-S-E-R"&lt;br /&gt;"spell nina = O-N-E H-E-L-L-U-V-A G-O-R-G-E-O-U-S L-A-D-Y T-H-A-T D-E-S-E-R-V-E-S S-O-M-O-N-E B-E-T-T-E-R" (i like this spelling better)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about having multiple personalities.. sheez!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-111511821227930865?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111511821227930865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=111511821227930865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/111511821227930865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/111511821227930865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2005/05/after-one-year.html' title='after one year..'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-111451063415345099</id><published>2005-04-26T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T03:17:14.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bestfriends Wedding</title><content type='html'>my soul sister zha finally tied the knot with her boyfriend matt of 8 years.. as i watched her sing to matt as they stood infront of everyone i couldn't help but cry.. zha has such a beautiful voice and you could tell from it that she really loved the guy standing in front of her.. i'm such a cry baby when it comes to the mushy stuff.. sheez!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people around me lately have either been pressuring me to get married or they've been asking me when i'm gonna settle down.. like duh?! how do they expect me to get married when i don't even have a guy.. who wouldn't want to settle down anyway.. i know i would want to one day.. i, for one am in no hurry to do that.. i'm having so much fun as a single.. we only go through this stage once so might as well live it to the fullest.. there are still so many things i wanna do and so many places i wanna go to.. but then.. my biological clock is slowly tick tocking away.. and i can't blame my parents for wanting to see their youngest daughter living happily-ever-after with her prince charming ei?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of this crap and let me just post some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/DSC01617.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is where the saying "the first shall be last and the last shall be first" was a no-no.. we were first up for the buffet table and the first up for the photo op with the couple.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/DSC01614.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matt and zha at the "high table"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/DSC01624.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with my soul sis zha (i loved her owange motiff)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-111451063415345099?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-111380551037707258</id><published>2005-04-17T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T23:25:10.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>skimming anyone?</title><content type='html'>capones didn't push through.. hopefully by May though.. the guys only want to go there if they can catch some waves.. last weekends' forecast was flat.. deejay said that they would be going to zamba come this May 'coz they're expecting good waves by then.. oh well.. keeping my fingers crossed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to xaymaca last friday with skye and majay.. met a few new friendly friends.. had a blast as usual.. nothing beats hangin out with your friends and dancing to reggae music..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched a movie with skye saturday and ended up havin coffee at "the garden", SM North while waiting for edwin to pick us up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had fun at 70's bistro.. kinda like xaymaca but more spacious.. the band playing was pinikpikan.. real good.. first time i ever heard them play.. man.. they're good.. can't wait to catch them at another gig.. maybe next month at 70's again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/DSC01483.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(shiela, skye and me at 70's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be getting my skimboard prolly first week of May.. i found someone who makes 'em but too bad they're in davao.. the board costs 2k plus 500 for shipping.. check out the design that keitaro made for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/dazed-angel-skim-board-design.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo.. time to get into shape for my new sport!! skim.. skim.. skim..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-111380551037707258?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111380551037707258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=111380551037707258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/111380551037707258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/111380551037707258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2005/04/skimming-anyone.html' title='skimming anyone?'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-111337930702438312</id><published>2005-04-13T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T01:01:47.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Eyesore</title><content type='html'>there's this song that i just can't get out of my head.. i absolutely love it.. whenever i listen to it, i think of "E".. it describes him PERFECTLY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beautiful Eyesore - Gaucho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the noise in the night&lt;br /&gt;A butterfly in flight&lt;br /&gt;the solitary fatal sting&lt;br /&gt;the sunrise in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Pain in my ass&lt;br /&gt;The dew on the grass&lt;br /&gt;Cake On the kitchen floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my beautiful eyesore&lt;br /&gt;You're my beautiful eyesore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the garbage in the park&lt;br /&gt;A match in the dark&lt;br /&gt;A pothole in the landing strip&lt;br /&gt;A vacancy in a crowded jeep&lt;br /&gt;Frozen blood in the freezer&lt;br /&gt;Spare change to a beggar&lt;br /&gt;Oil to a rusty door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my beautiful eyesore&lt;br /&gt;You're my beautiful eyesore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the clicking in the courtroom&lt;br /&gt;A golden-topped mushroom&lt;br /&gt;A silence on the other line&lt;br /&gt;March with some sunshine&lt;br /&gt;A golden tooth, and a great white&lt;br /&gt;A blind man's first sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I need to say some more&lt;br /&gt;Do I need to say some more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my beautiful eyesore&lt;br /&gt;You're my beautiful beautiful beautiful eyesore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I wake up in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;All I think about is you&lt;br /&gt;Walking my way to the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;And the jeepney too&lt;br /&gt;You know all them crazy things I do them for you&lt;br /&gt;Try to hypnotize me&lt;br /&gt;But it just won't do&lt;br /&gt;I know I sound silly&lt;br /&gt;Flowing with this tune&lt;br /&gt;But I guess you better listen&lt;br /&gt;Coz we've only got till june&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time&lt;br /&gt;Since I answered you&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that I could buy some time to be&lt;br /&gt;with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-111337930702438312?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111337930702438312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=111337930702438312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/111337930702438312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/111337930702438312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2005/04/beautiful-eyesore.html' title='Beautiful Eyesore'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-111285966065395603</id><published>2005-04-07T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T00:41:00.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jars of Clay</title><content type='html'>it's been more than a month now since they've been to the Phil and since I last saw them during their concert while War and I were in Cebu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got the pictures from War yesterday so might as well post them now.. it's better late then never.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/Picture12.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/28-02-05_2037.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/28-02-05_2051.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/28-02-05_2053.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/28-02-05_2054.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/28-02-05_2100.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/28-02-05_2138.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/28-02-05_2139.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/28-02-05_2153.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/28-02-05_2155.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/28-02-05_2207.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/jars_of_clay.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/Picture11.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/Picture5.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the beach.. can't wait till the 16th.. Skye and I plan to go camping on Capones Island.. can't wait to explore the island and leave all urban life behind for a weekend.. no electricity.. no running water.. no telephones.. no televisions.. just good ol' mother nature.. a nice warm bonfire.. sleeping bags.. tents.. and the sky full of stars at night.. hope it pushes through though.. keeping my fingers crossed :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-111285966065395603?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111285966065395603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=111285966065395603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/111285966065395603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/111285966065395603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2005/04/jars-of-clay.html' title='Jars of Clay'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-111269541424889149</id><published>2005-04-05T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T03:03:34.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moments of silence..broken</title><content type='html'>wow.. haven't blogged for so long.. i guess i've had so much things that i've wanted to write about but then just didn't have the time to do so.. or maybe.. i had so much that i wanted to say, but then i didn't know how to put them into writing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past month, i was able to pass my application for grad school (UP preferably).. i was able to have my usual bonding moments with skye and war after my shift.. mostly skye though :).. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was able to party over at the mamon mansion during easter eve.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch with the whole CS team for the first time ever in my 2 years of being here.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to go to xaymaca again (after like more than a month of not going there.. man the price went up to 150 bucks but then you get 2 free drinks so it's nothing..) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were some plans that we had but never got to doing because of some unexpected happenings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all's well that end's well.. i still got to enhance my tan when i went on a "spur-of-the-moment-out-of-town-leave-all-your-worries-and-be-spontaneous" trip.. found myself on Capones Island..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was able to get myself a digi cam!! woohoo!! i bought Hazel's sony camera (thanks haze!! mwah! mwah!!) check out the pictures below :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a sad note though.. again i've fallen into the cycle that i've always been dreading.. why is it that i seem to attract that kind of "force".. do i have a big neon sign flashing above my forehead?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well..on to the lighter side of things.. here's a couple of pictures taken over the month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;party at the mamon mansion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/DSC01344.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/DSC01364.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch out with the CS team @ Lemon Grass:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/DSC01373.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/DSC01383.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hangin out @ Xaymaca:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/DSC01411.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my weekend get away:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/DSC01421.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/DSC01424.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/DSC01427.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-111269541424889149?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111269541424889149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=111269541424889149' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/111269541424889149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/111269541424889149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2005/04/moments-of-silencebroken.html' title='moments of silence..broken'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-110981995478233680</id><published>2005-03-07T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T01:12:16.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a very long post..enjoy reading!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok.. so it's a monday and i'm back at the office.. my 9 day vacation i'm sad to say is now officially over.. just when things started to get better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a quick recap of the things i did while i was in cebu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday: jars of clay concert at B.R.I.G.H.T academy.. way fun and super cool!! thanks jp for treating me and cathy to the concert :) too bad they were down a man.. one of the band members had to go back to the states because something came up in his family :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday: watched &lt;strong&gt;"Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events"&lt;/strong&gt; with war and jp after having dinner at ayala mall.. we watched the last full show.. got back to the hotel past 11..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday: woke up at 4am to get ready for the moalboal trip.. we were supposed to leave at 5am.. but uhmm.. someone had to wake up late (&lt;em&gt;aherm!&lt;/em&gt;) so we ended up leaving around 6:30.. had breakfast at mc donalds then we took a shuttle to moalboal (&lt;em&gt;which took like 2 hours&lt;/em&gt;).. from the town of moalboal we took a trike going to the resort.. the first resort we went to was not the resort we had in mind.. we had to pay to pee and to take a shower.. there was no "food" (&lt;em&gt;which is a must for me&lt;/em&gt;) soooo went scouting around for another resort..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ended up at &lt;a href="http://www.clubserenaresort.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLUB SERENA RESORT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, an extremely beautiful place where you can just laze about by the pool or get a tan on the beach.. check out our measly attempt to take pictures using a cellphone (note to self: &lt;strong&gt;BUY YOURSELF A DIGICAM!!!&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beach view from the resort:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the pool at club serena:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in my owange bikini:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;war and jp by the "serena":&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the hermaphrodite:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;more pictures of the resort:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/Picture1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/Picture8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now didn't that look relaxing? spent the whole day basking in the sun and getting a tan (&lt;em&gt;mission accomplished&lt;/em&gt;!!).. i plan to go back there probably by january (&lt;em&gt;i'll be going back to cebu for the sinulog festival and hopefully i'll have more pictures of my vacation to show, ehehehe&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.. i went through this guilt trip 'coz i asked the trike driver to pick us up at 5pm at the first resort we were dropped at 'coz there was no other way to get back to the town proper.. but then when we moved to the other resort.. well.. we kinda liked it.. so .. we didn't go back to the first resort anymore.. so then i guess the trike driver was waiting for us there at the said spot and we never showed up.. i'm sorry man.. really i am.. (batts eyelashes) it's just that we had so much fun at club serena.. oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday: woke up at around 10am then went to the mall to grab breakfast.. spent an hour surfing the net then went to have lunch at casa verde.. spent the rest of the afternoon at the ayala mall and grabbed a rasberry frap at starbucks.. did a little shopping (&lt;em&gt;hehehe.. yes.. little indeed..&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday: met up with doogie and herb for lunch at SM and we ate at this place called... &lt;strong&gt;vvv&lt;/strong&gt;... yes, call us corny.. but we were sooo hungry and that was the first resto we saw.. we couldn't find any restos that only cebu had to offer so we went with 3V..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch we went to two tourist spots.. &lt;strong&gt;magellans cross and sto. nino church&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;pictures to follow&lt;/em&gt;).. headed of to ayala mall to do more shopping then went back to the hotel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner at cafe adriatico (&lt;strong&gt;thanks war!! happy birthday!!&lt;/strong&gt;) then checked out a supposedly "reggae" bar called &lt;strong&gt;KAHAYAG&lt;/strong&gt;.. well i guess they weren't in a reggae mood 'coz when we got there this alternative rock band was playing.. oh well.. better luck for me next time.. the place was really cool though.. nicely decorated and really cosy.. oh yeah, and its smoke free!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday: checked out of the hotel and brought our stuff over at jp's house.. went to ayala mall to do some last minute shopping then met up with some filzam's after dinner.. joan and joseph anin (from Luansya) picked me up at around 10pm then we headed to &lt;strong&gt;KAHAYAG&lt;/strong&gt;.. it just wasn't my lucky day at kahayag 'coz another alternative rock band was playin (&lt;em&gt;atleast they sounded better then the other band.. LOL&lt;/em&gt;).. we decided to go to &lt;strong&gt;boss grill&lt;/strong&gt; to meet up with the teschs' (&lt;em&gt;mark and mike, somemore childhood friends from zambia&lt;/em&gt;).. Mark is the PR manager for lighter records a cebu based record label (think urbandub) and they were holding the kick off of the four-stop concert tour "Plan B - Attack of the Giant South" at boss grill.. got in for free (&lt;em&gt;thanks mark!! hehehe&lt;/em&gt;) and watched some of the best local &lt;strong&gt;"indie"&lt;/strong&gt; bands of cebu (Nuncyspungen, The Ambassadors, Faspitch, Picture Filled, Hatemail, Pointblank, Powerspoonz, Pupil and of course my newest fave indie band &lt;strong&gt;URBAN DUB&lt;/strong&gt;!!!).. thanks to mark i got to meet some of the bands' members.. (&lt;em&gt;cute tisoys.. i just can't remember what band they were in though.. too bad..&lt;/em&gt;) and also Gabby, the vocalist of urbandub (&lt;em&gt;yes.. another chance to take pictures and dang! no camera!! arrgghhh&lt;/em&gt;!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my vacation ended with a blast though 'coz gabby sang the song that i requested him to sing.. we were just about to leave (&lt;em&gt;coz i was gonna be late for my flight back to manila&lt;/em&gt;) when i hear the first strums of "&lt;strong&gt;sailing&lt;/strong&gt;".. i was like "&lt;em&gt;wait!! it's my song!! who cares if i miss my flight&lt;/em&gt;!!" (LOL) so we stayed till they finished their set and then after, it was time for goodbyes.. but i'm not a sucker for goodbyes so it was a "&lt;em&gt;see you guys soon&lt;/em&gt;!!" and "&lt;em&gt;hope to catch you guys at a gig in manila&lt;/em&gt;"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with war and jp then off to the airport we went.. was on the 4:00 am flight back to manila..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things i noticed and learned while i was in cebu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. loads of guys are sporting the "&lt;strong&gt;long hair&lt;/strong&gt;" look.. according to joseph there are lots of rocker dudes in cebu.. so that explains the look.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. loads of "&lt;strong&gt;mixed couples&lt;/strong&gt;".. when i say mixed.. an older foreign guy and a young "&lt;strong&gt;exotic&lt;/strong&gt;" looking filipina.. i'll leave it at that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. every road, street, side road has a store selling chicken.. fried, roasted, chopped, whole.. you name it.. they got it.. i'm in chicken heaven and i never got to eat a piece during my stay (oh yeah.. only one teeny tiny half of a buffalo wing.. but that started the itching again..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. the food is really affordable.. for example.. a honey glazed doughnut costs 25 pesos at starbucks.. in manila it would cost around 50 pesos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. say "&lt;strong&gt;plete&lt;/strong&gt;" when you pay for the fare in the jeep and "&lt;strong&gt;lugar&lt;/strong&gt;" when you wanna get off the jeep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. i learnt how to say "&lt;strong&gt;i'm lost or naliligaw ako&lt;/strong&gt;" in visayan.. but i'd rather not place it here.. just ask a cebuano how to say it.. ahehehe.. wink wink..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. jeeps in cebu are number coded (14-D goes to AYALA mall.. 21-B goes to SM.. those are the only two i can remember :p) and i never experienced standing around for more than 10 minutes waiting for a ride (well, exept for the time war and i decided to go to SM by ourselves.. we stood by the shed for more than 10 minutes and we never saw one dang 21-B.. why? turned out we were standing on the wrong side of the road!! ahehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. cute cebuano's come in the "&lt;strong&gt;tisoy&lt;/strong&gt;" form..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's it.. that was what happened during my cebu get-a-way.. what can i say about cebu? well.. it's not that far from what manila is like, but it still has that air of difference.. maybe it's because people speak in visayan or maybe how the jeeps look like (&lt;em&gt;really colorful mind you.. hehehe&lt;/em&gt;).. or maybe it's just that i know that i'm in a place where i know only a handful of people.. or maybe it's just that the people are very honest there and the life seems so laid back.. in other words.. i've fallen in love with the place and maybe i wouldn't mind working there.. maybe i'd find my SO there too.. ahehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-110981995478233680?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/110981995478233680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=110981995478233680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110981995478233680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110981995478233680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2005/03/very-long-postenjoy-reading.html' title='a very long post..enjoy reading!!'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-110958128823295598</id><published>2005-02-28T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T01:01:28.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a way to start my cebu vacation..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay.. so here i am in "big bucks" a coffee shop owned by big foot (&lt;em&gt;the place where JP works&lt;/em&gt;) with war surfin the net..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme let you all in on what has happened to me lately in cebu.. (&lt;em&gt;not what i expected mind you!! not one itsy bitsy bit&lt;/em&gt;..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;1. got to cebu at around 2:30 pm.. noticed red spots on my arms..&lt;br /&gt;2. got to the hotel at around 4 pm (&lt;em&gt;itching in the cab&lt;/em&gt;)..&lt;br /&gt;3. went to have dinner at ayala mall.. ate at a persian resto (&lt;em&gt;persian palate&lt;/em&gt;).. lassie!! yummy!!! (&lt;em&gt;itching while walking&lt;/em&gt;)..&lt;br /&gt;4. went to tha parlor near the hotel to get my nails done..&lt;br /&gt;5. nearly got "picked up" by a guy in a BMW on my way back to the hotel (&lt;em&gt;darn guy&lt;/em&gt;!! &lt;em&gt;do i look like a hooker&lt;/em&gt;?!! &lt;em&gt;i was wearing mojos, cargos and a racer back for friggin sake&lt;/em&gt;!!) (&lt;em&gt;i don't think a hooker dresses like that&lt;/em&gt;!! &lt;strong&gt;hmfp&lt;/strong&gt;!!.. &lt;em&gt;well atleast even if i've got allergy all over, guys still find me attractive&lt;/em&gt;!! &lt;strong&gt;LOL&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;6. got back to the hotel and started itching (&lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;)..&lt;br /&gt;7. went to bed at around 10pm and noticed that my "red spots" where uhmm.. spreading..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;1. woke up at 7 am.. red spots super itchy..&lt;br /&gt;2. Aunty Linda and JP passed by the hotel..&lt;br /&gt;3. Aunty Linda brought me to the doctor (&lt;em&gt;prescribed anti allergy meds&lt;/em&gt;)..&lt;br /&gt;4. Nearly fainted on the way back to Aunty's house (&lt;em&gt;JP and War went ahead to the house while Aunty and I went to the doctor&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;5. Had lunch at Aunty's house and rested there till around 3:30pm&lt;br /&gt;6. Had a DVD marathon at the hotel..&lt;br /&gt;7. Had delicious pizza (white sauce), large fries and a quarter pounder for dinner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:&lt;br /&gt;1. still itching..&lt;br /&gt;2. watched the oscars with war..&lt;br /&gt;3. waiting for JP at bigbucks so that we can all go to the jars of clay concert..(&lt;em&gt;yahhooooo&lt;/em&gt;!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. as you can see.. what a way to start my friggin vacation.. the doctor told me not to eat chicken.. seafood.. eggs.. or anything that could trigger the allergy!! waahhh!! this is not fun.. not fun at all!! i just hope and pray that i'll be better by wednesday.. we plan to spend the day at moalboal.. haaaayyy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. that's enough.. till next time then..ciao!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-110958128823295598?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/110958128823295598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=110958128823295598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110958128823295598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110958128823295598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-way-to-start-my-cebu-vacation.html' title='what a way to start my cebu vacation..'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-110930501847258305</id><published>2005-02-25T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T20:16:58.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>complications</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes.. i can be a real bitch if i wanted to..&lt;br /&gt;so don't friggin play around with my feelings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have lost patience and if you don't mind i would like to move on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so get out of my friggin life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried my best to win you.. but i never did.. all you gave me were half spoken promises that never did come true.. and now when i finally have the courage to drift away.. you decide to suddenly show interest again.. that's what i hate about you.. i hate it when you succeed in making me feel this way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i will never understand you.. call me a fool for actually falling for you.. to you i guess it was all just a game.. a game to see how many fish you can actually catch in your net.. it's sad to admit.. but yes.. i got caught.. stupid! stupid! stupid me! (&lt;em&gt;bangs head on PC&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't give a dang about the CD you supposedly created for me.. i already have those songs.. long before you even met me.. i just said that i wanted it 'coz i liked you.. all the times i asked you about it had a hidden meaning.. i was actually saying "i want to see you".. but did you read between the lines? i don't think so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will not allow you to treat me this way anymore.. i deserve better.. i just wish now that i never met you.. my life would have been less complicated.. but hey! that's what life is all about.. &lt;strong&gt;complications&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks though for those moments wherein you made me feel special (&lt;em&gt;i can't help but wonder now how many of us felt that way..&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just ask you to stop this.. 'coz i'm afraid that i might fall into your net again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;war and i are off for cebu tomorrow.. it's the only thing i've been looking forward to lately.. only a couple more hours.. i just wish it were that easy to erase you from my life.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-110930501847258305?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/110930501847258305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=110930501847258305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110930501847258305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110930501847258305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2005/02/complications.html' title='complications'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-110904400418739630</id><published>2005-02-21T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T19:46:44.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>realizations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmmm.. 3 days to go and i'm off to cebu.. war and i got our flight rescheduled for an earlier date so instead of the 28th of Feb, we'll be off on the 26th.. 9 whole days of pure, relaxing, sun and fun.. not to mention 9 days of not having to pretend (nuninuninu).. i'm sick and tired of it.. i'm just about this close to screaming my head off "^&amp;^%$#&amp;amp;%$!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. so had a pretty great week.. i had my ups and downs.. picked up JP from the airport last saturday (feb.12).. he spent the whole week here in manila with his SO war.. if love had a smell you could smell them (war and jp) from miles away.. hehehe.. i had been up the whole day but i still had my reserved energy for my dose of xaymaca.. i was pretty suprized that the place wasn't as full as it usually is, given that it's a saturday night.. then it hit me that everyone else was in roxas for the valentines thingy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've decided to take up my MA's at UP.. i plan on taking up SPED.. thanks to skye i finally have something to look forward to.. my life is slowly clearing up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a filzam reunion last friday (feb. 18).. met up with peeps from kitwe, mufulira and kalulushi (i think).. most were from kitwe though.. met up at chicken bacolod (metro walk) then headed off to phi bar so that we could give in to les' request for us to check out his bar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/filzam2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/filzam1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/filzam3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to UP's fairplay (feb. 19) with war and JP.. met up with skye after her class then stayed there till around 2 am.. note to self: never ever ever ride the octopus thingy again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally.. i've completed my "things to buy for my cebu trip" list..&lt;br /&gt;i got my self board shorts.. a new bikini.. a pair of flip flops.. tanning lotion.. shades..&lt;br /&gt;looks like i'm all set to go now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could really use this time to think about things.. arrrgghhh!! can someone just!! haaaaayy.. whatever.. it's like i have this big "L" stuck on my forehead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-110904400418739630?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/110904400418739630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=110904400418739630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110904400418739630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110904400418739630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2005/02/realizations.html' title='realizations'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-110794045717279499</id><published>2005-02-09T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T01:19:13.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sugar 'n spice 'n everything nice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;had a blast last saturday at Xaymaca..&lt;br /&gt;more than 5 bands played during that night (&lt;em&gt;coffee break island, hemp republic, reggae mistress, milagros dancehall, etc..&lt;/em&gt;) and they were all soooo good! man! that was the best night ever I had at xaymaca! (&lt;em&gt;too bad we didn't get to finish it though.. 'twas already 2:30 and there were still like 3 bands scheduled to play but we were already too pooped to stay&lt;/em&gt;)..&lt;br /&gt;it was like a &lt;strong&gt;"tribute"&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;bob marley&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;we celebrated his "supposedly" 60th birthday..&lt;br /&gt;the place was jam packed as usual and i met up with a couple of friends..&lt;br /&gt;if i were to describe that night using one line of a song it would be &lt;strong&gt;"touch me once and you'll know it's true.."&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;wink wink&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;ahh basta..&lt;br /&gt;i had fun..&lt;br /&gt;loads of fun (&lt;em&gt;grins&lt;/em&gt;)..&lt;br /&gt;now that was the &lt;strong&gt;"sugar"&lt;/strong&gt; part of my week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday, met up with pao then we went to ada's first birthday party..&lt;br /&gt;she is such a beautiful child..&lt;br /&gt;blessed with a family that really loves her and a whole other bunch of people too.. my prayer for ada is that she grows into a woman after God's heart and that she would be strong and full of life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday was so so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday..&lt;br /&gt;i was interviewd for one of jfk foundation's projects..&lt;br /&gt;something to do with our kind of company and BDO's..&lt;br /&gt;they were gonna air it on tv i think and during their campus tours and campaigns for their training thingy..&lt;br /&gt;they're targeting it for end of this month..&lt;br /&gt;just in time for those who'll be graduating from college..&lt;br /&gt;i was asked to go to work wearing something formal..&lt;br /&gt;businessy like..&lt;br /&gt;i was like &lt;strong&gt;"can a pair of jeans pass off as formal?!"&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;i did some negotiating till they allowed me to wear a "smart casual" attire instead..&lt;br /&gt;i was like who would actually believe that WE wear formal businessy attires to OUR kind of work?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there..&lt;br /&gt;i went to work all dressed and preppy (&lt;em&gt;soo different from my usual cargo pants, mojos and baby tees&lt;/em&gt;) and all ready to face the camera with a smile (&lt;em&gt;hmm.. i wonder how the interview's gonna turn out.. i hope they reeeaaalllyyy edit it.. wouldn't want the whole population watchin me then makin fun of me after..i even had a "dry run" with dadi gibs before the shoot so that i had an idea of what to say during the interview! hehehe&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i was asked to like &lt;strong&gt;"entice"&lt;/strong&gt; the soon-to-be-graduates to join our company..&lt;br /&gt;i was like whhaaatt? that's not in the script!!&lt;br /&gt;so i had to go and make up this "enticing" thingy so it took a couple of re-shoots till i finally got what i wanted to say right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to see the finished product..&lt;br /&gt;dadi gibs wants to see the "un-edited" version..&lt;br /&gt;maaannn.. i bet that would give all of my officemates gas after they watch it..&lt;br /&gt;it was fun though..&lt;br /&gt;atleast i still kinda get to use some stuff i learn't during my college days :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;that was basically the &lt;strong&gt;"spice"&lt;/strong&gt; that was added to my normally boring life here on earth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20&lt;/strong&gt; days left and i'm off to cebu.. woohoo!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-110794045717279499?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/110794045717279499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=110794045717279499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110794045717279499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110794045717279499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2005/02/sugar-n-spice-n-everything-nice.html' title='sugar &apos;n spice &apos;n everything nice'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-110751650389818550</id><published>2005-02-04T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T03:28:23.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i never learn..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm not my usual bubbly self today..&lt;br /&gt;i guess i never learn..&lt;br /&gt;this will always be a vicious cycle..&lt;br /&gt;and me never learning..&lt;br /&gt;always giving in to the hope that this may be it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting tired of this..&lt;br /&gt;in time i will probably just forget and move on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************&lt;br /&gt;don't say that everything will be fine 'coz that's not what i want to hear right now..&lt;br /&gt;don't feel sorry for me or feel obliged to do something to help me..&lt;br /&gt;i can handle this on my own..&lt;br /&gt;it's a struggle with my feelings..&lt;br /&gt;only i can help myself..&lt;br /&gt;and right now i don't wanna do that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna be allowed the time to wallow in what i'm "wallowing in" right now..&lt;br /&gt;i deserve this time of "wallowing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it's bob marley's birthday tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday bob.. and may you rest in peace..&lt;br /&gt;thank's for all the beautiful songs you left for us to listen to and to love..&lt;br /&gt;these songs make me relax and i just drift to a different world whenever i listen to them..&lt;br /&gt;you've touched the different emotions in your songs..&lt;br /&gt;and that's what makes you a legend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to xaymaca tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;according to skye all 5 bands will be playin 'coz it bob's birthday..&lt;br /&gt;i hope this makes me feel better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang! i need a friggin vacation!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-110751650389818550?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/110751650389818550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=110751650389818550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110751650389818550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110751650389818550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-never-learn.html' title='i never learn..'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-110741564642012079</id><published>2005-02-02T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T23:27:26.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cebu.. here we come..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;war and i got our Cebu tickets the other day.. we took advantage of Cebu Pacific's promo wherein you get a round trip ticket for like less than 3k (&lt;em&gt;it's on a first come, first served basis&lt;/em&gt;)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna stay in there for 7 days and 6 nights.. we booked a hotel.. real affordable but very cosy (&lt;em&gt;according to jp&lt;/em&gt;)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll catch the jars of clay concert on the 28th then beach galore for me!!!! why just me? 'coz you'd have to tie war up and practically drag her to the beach.. that's how much she looooves the sun, sea and sand (&lt;em&gt;hehehe&lt;/em&gt;)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll be meeting up with a couple of officemates too when we get there.. dugs and herb won this raffle thingy at the office wherein the prize is a trip for two to Cebu and they get to stay at shang mactan.. all expenses paid.. with pocket money too (&lt;em&gt;cool huh?!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so atleast mid week i'd have some beach buddies!! ( &lt;em&gt;i wonder if i can crash over at their hotel for a couple of days&lt;/em&gt; :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also plan on meeting up with some filzams while i'm there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Tesches' work there so i'll prolly meet up with mike and mark and catch up on things.. it's been.. uhmm.. 11 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. were all grown up now.. mike and i used to play golf and rollerblade together when we were younger.. we spent most of the time together coz we had no choice.. there were no other kids close to our age in our town so we got stuck with each other (&lt;em&gt;ahahaha&lt;/em&gt;)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mark i know is my sister malaika's age.. i didnt get to hang out much with him then.. he was too "cool" to be seen with the little 'uns..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i chat with him once in awhile.. so it'll be great to see them again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. so i have like 3 weeks to get my stuff together.. things i need to buy.. in other words &lt;strong&gt;i want&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a new Bikini or tankini..&lt;br /&gt;2. a pair of flip flops..&lt;br /&gt;3. a new pair of shades..&lt;br /&gt;4. tanning lotion..&lt;br /&gt;5. a beach bag..&lt;br /&gt;6. board shorts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll think of more stuff in the coming days.. now for my "draft" itinerary proposal to war:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb 28: Tour the city.. Jars of Clay concert..&lt;br /&gt;March 1: Beach..&lt;br /&gt;March 2: Beach..&lt;br /&gt;March 3: Beach..&lt;br /&gt;March 4: Meet up with Dugs and Herb.. Beach..&lt;br /&gt;March 5: War's birthday (&lt;em&gt;Beach? hehehe&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;March 6: Flight back to manila at 4am :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if war will approve! bwehehehe :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that my week long vacation in Cebu will do me good.. i need to get away from here.. i don't know what i feel.. i don't know whether to be angry.. thankful.. depressed.. happy.. blessed.. all i know is that i just have to go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just get soooo tired of all of this.. arrgghhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate to admit this to myself but yes.. i am one confused.. striked out girl.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-110741564642012079?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/110741564642012079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=110741564642012079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110741564642012079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110741564642012079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2005/02/cebu-here-we-come.html' title='Cebu.. here we come..'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-110716362931224396</id><published>2005-01-31T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T01:27:09.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>turning beet red</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;how to get a really cute stranger guy &lt;strong&gt;"pick you up"&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;in other words.. how to totally embarrass yourself on a monday morning&lt;/em&gt;)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. so here's how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- stand across the hi-way from your village/ subdivision.. (&lt;em&gt;preferably at around 5 in the morning&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- look in the direction of where your ride (&lt;em&gt;jeep.. fx.. taxi&lt;/em&gt;) will be coming from..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- when you see a nice looking white honda civic in the opposite side of the road.. glance at it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you wonder if you know the person driving the car because it is moving sooo slowly.. it suddenly makes a u-turn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- when the car eventually gets in front of you.. you seem to see a familiar face.. you imagine that he's one of your friends who just happens to be passing by your village at that time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you see him looking at you as the car sllloowwlllyyy passes in front of you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you smile a big smile and wave enthusiastically as he looks at you while you say "&lt;strong&gt;hi JP!!&lt;/strong&gt;"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the car stops.. the window rolls down.. you see the face of terribly cute guy.. but then you realize that you &lt;strong&gt;DON'T KNOW HIM AT ALL!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the guy gestures for you to enter the car.. you start to turn beet red and you hear your sister laughing next to you asking you if you know the guy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you look away from the guy.. &lt;strong&gt;this is getting too embarrassing&lt;/strong&gt;.. you whisper to your sister that you don't know the guy and that you mistook him for a friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- your sister waves the guy away laughing and saying "no thank you" as the stranger continues to coax you into the car..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you look anywhere except at the car and guy.. you wish that the ground would just eat you up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the car eventually moves on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you then start to get weird stares from the by-standers who just witnesses what happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you then start to laugh about the whole thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there.. that's what happened to me today.. what a great way to start the week dontcha think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MYMP&lt;/strong&gt; sang my song.. &lt;em&gt;waiting in vain&lt;/em&gt;.. last friday.. we (&lt;em&gt;majay, skye, kapow, james, syoks, she and archie&lt;/em&gt;) listened to &lt;strong&gt;mojo fly &lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;haaayy! ang cute ng drummer!!)&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;wency&lt;/strong&gt; too.. met a guy who shares the &lt;strong&gt;same birthday as me&lt;/strong&gt;..we could have passed off as twins.. it's just that he was born 3 years ahead of me.. not to mention the fact that he's got a fair complexion.. and doesn't look like me.. so i guess we wouldn't actually pass off as twins.. it's just that we share the same birthday (teeheehaw)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished reading the "the secret on ararat" over the weekend.. staring on a new book "Lords and Ladies"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jars of clay will be coming to the philippines this year.. they'll be in manila this march and in cebu this feb..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;war and i plan to catch the cebu concert.. i'm praying that i have enough dough for our cebu vacation this feb to march..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can hear the beach calling out to me.. which reminds me i still don't have a decent bikini!! arrgghhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-110716362931224396?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/110716362931224396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=110716362931224396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110716362931224396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110716362931224396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2005/01/turning-beet-red.html' title='turning beet red'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-110687189253221046</id><published>2005-01-28T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T16:24:52.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>high on hemp (not to be taken literally)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;had coffee with &lt;strong&gt;skye&lt;/strong&gt; last monday.. we had this urge to go check out kamiseta again but good thing we had the "power" to stop ourselves from going to the store.. in other words.. we were just too lazy to get our butts off the couch at starbucks :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, had a blast at xaymaca during &lt;strong&gt;UP SB's Jamaican Night's party&lt;/strong&gt;.. it was the first time i ever heard&lt;strong&gt; Hemp Republic&lt;/strong&gt;.. i've heard alot of good feedback from other people before and when i actually heard them last tuesday.. maaaannn!.. everything that was said about them was true.. i loved their line up and it was an excellent change from the usual band we listen to.. the vocalist was wearing a really cool pair of cargo pants! hmmm.. i wonder where she bought them from.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad their sched's on a tuesday (&lt;em&gt;how sad&lt;/em&gt;).. not a really good day for me to go out on gimiks coz i've got work the next day..why don't the bands like swap scheds or something? maybe Hemp can play on a friday or saturday? (&lt;em&gt;wink wink&lt;/em&gt;) i'd really like to hear them play again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a terrible headache come wednesday.. as soon as my shift was over.. i went straight home.. had dinner and fell into the comfort of my bed.. next thing i knew it was already 4am the next day.. 10 hours of undisturbed sleep.. not bad ei..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been mall hopping looking for the perfect bikini or tankini.. but to no avail.. how hard can this be!!?!.. the top is either too skimpy (i'm not thaaat daring mind you..) or the bottom part is just too large..i checked out &lt;strong&gt;"nothing but water"&lt;/strong&gt; 'coz that's the only store i know that allows you to mix and match the tops and bottoms so it fits you perfectly but they didn't have any tops i liked..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*******************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll be havin dinner after the shift..&lt;strong&gt;war&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;kapow&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;syoks&lt;/strong&gt; etc.. then we'll be meeting up with &lt;strong&gt;skye &lt;/strong&gt;and hopefully &lt;strong&gt;majay&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;baga berde&lt;/strong&gt;.. &lt;strong&gt;MYMP&lt;/strong&gt; will be playin there.. hope they play "&lt;em&gt;waiting in vain&lt;/em&gt;".. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok back to work now.. i do work.. really i do.. ok.. enough of this crap.. ciao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-110687189253221046?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/110687189253221046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=110687189253221046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110687189253221046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110687189253221046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2005/01/high-on-hemp-not-to-be-taken-literally.html' title='high on hemp (not to be taken literally)'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-110652926677957438</id><published>2005-01-23T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T17:14:26.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamaican Nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;monday:&lt;/strong&gt; dinner with skye and clyde at balay bacolod..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tuesday:&lt;/strong&gt; dinner and spent the afternoon at the parlor with skye gettin a cellophane and footscrub w/ pedicure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wednesday:&lt;/strong&gt; dinner with skye at cravings.. coffee with skye, syoka and war at starbucks shang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thursday:&lt;/strong&gt; dinner with war and skye at balay bacolod..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday:&lt;/strong&gt; dinner with kapow, james, syoks, nino, chester and niel at saisaki..&lt;br /&gt;stuffed myself with more than the 450 bucks i paid for for the buffet (hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saturday:&lt;/strong&gt; slept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sunday:&lt;/strong&gt; bum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i live a very exciting BORING life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finished the poisonwood bible.. "Jesus is Bingala!"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in congo (now known as Zaire) that can either mean "Jesus is poisonwood (a poisonous plant found in africa)" or "Jesus is our beloved" depends on how you pronounce "bingala"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the book made me realize how blessed i was when i lived in zambia..&lt;br /&gt;i lived in a great house..&lt;br /&gt;we didn't need to walk miles to get somewhere..&lt;br /&gt;i had food to eat..&lt;br /&gt;clothes to wear..&lt;br /&gt;toys to play with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading the book transported me back into time..&lt;br /&gt;i could somehow relate to some of the stuff mentioned..&lt;br /&gt;army of driver ants..&lt;br /&gt;locusts and grubs..&lt;br /&gt;tse tse flies..&lt;br /&gt;babies on the back of mothers..&lt;br /&gt;spikey hair..&lt;br /&gt;malaria..&lt;br /&gt;huts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started on the second book in the "Babylon Rising" series by Tim LaHaye.. The Secret on Ararat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone wanna go to xaymaca this tuesday? here's an announcement from Skye's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/jamaicannights20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you all there!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-110652926677957438?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/110652926677957438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=110652926677957438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110652926677957438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110652926677957438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2005/01/jamaican-nights.html' title='Jamaican Nights'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-110592817857567931</id><published>2005-01-16T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T14:45:15.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mall critics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;friday night had dinner with &lt;strong&gt;war&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;syoks&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;majay&lt;/strong&gt; at balay bacolod..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their chicken was delicious..&lt;br /&gt;i smothered my 2 cups of rice in chicken oil..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that's off our "restos to go to" list..&lt;br /&gt;which one's next in line?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to eastwood after (&lt;em&gt;after an hour of deciding where to go&lt;/em&gt;)..&lt;br /&gt;session road had a gig there..&lt;br /&gt;after like 4 songs we went to "the basement"..&lt;br /&gt;as soon as i got in i was like thinking "where's the fire exit located?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the place uhmm.. wasn't that appealing to me (&lt;em&gt;no offense to basement lovers&lt;/em&gt;).. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i guess i'm not really into that kind of club..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it was a kinda "ok" change from my regular sched..&lt;br /&gt;people didn't start dancing till midnight..&lt;br /&gt;everyone was like waiting for someone to start dancing (&lt;em&gt;so that they could start dancing too&lt;/em&gt;)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only saving grace was the people I was with..&lt;br /&gt;if not for them i would have just gone home..&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.. the DJ was also another saving grace for the night..Kim Wasabe (&lt;em&gt;i think.. didn't hear his name right&lt;/em&gt;)..&lt;br /&gt;cool dreads..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;danced to hip hop r'n b music with syoks, majay and she till 2 am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait till friday..&lt;br /&gt;off to xaymaca again (&lt;strong&gt;thank God!&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday met up with &lt;strong&gt;war&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;watched a movie and had a late lunch at the new gateway mall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;war and i sounded like mall critics while we walked around checkin out the place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from a scale of 1-10 (&lt;em&gt;10 being the highest&lt;/em&gt;) i'd rate the new mall as an 8..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's right smack in the middle of the metro..&lt;br /&gt;very accessible..&lt;br /&gt;nearly 90% of the stores are "high end" types..&lt;br /&gt;they have this indoor garden thingy right in the middle of the mall..&lt;br /&gt;i would have rated the mall a 9 if they had that garden thingy covered (&lt;em&gt;something like a green house&lt;/em&gt;) but no..they had to go and leave it open..&lt;br /&gt;so naturally..&lt;br /&gt;there are mosquitoes biting at you while you're havin lunch or dinner at pizza hut bistro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched a movie after lunch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kung fu hustle&lt;/strong&gt; was great..&lt;br /&gt;kinda "morbid" in the beginning..&lt;br /&gt;but it gave us alot of laughs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;curiosity killed the cat..&lt;br /&gt;in my case..&lt;br /&gt;curiosity bonked the girl on the head..&lt;br /&gt;good thing the cinema walls are padded (&lt;em&gt;now i know why they're padded aside from serving as sound proofers&lt;/em&gt;)..&lt;br /&gt;they are to "soften" the collision if ever someone walks straight into it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes..&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately that someone was me..&lt;br /&gt;i walked straight into it and banged my head on the wall..&lt;br /&gt;boy! did that give both me and war a laugh..&lt;br /&gt;good thing no one was there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it ain't my fault if i was curious to see if there was a hallway around the corner..&lt;br /&gt;it was real dark and i wanted to see if there was something else there..&lt;br /&gt;so there.. SMACK! i hit the wall..&lt;br /&gt;hmfp! they should put arrow lights on the wall so that people would see that it's a dead end..(hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;if not for that..&lt;br /&gt;maybe i would have rated the mall a 10 :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-110592817857567931?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/110592817857567931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=110592817857567931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110592817857567931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110592817857567931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2005/01/mall-critics.html' title='mall critics'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-110560949290831004</id><published>2005-01-13T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T01:44:52.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>on air</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;attended a seminar thingy today..&lt;br /&gt;it was a real "eye opener" for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always thought that i had my life planned out and balanced..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out it isn't..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must learn to balance the "8ths" in my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got interviewed on air today by DJ Joshua of 99.5 RT..(after the seminar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i really say "i drink ovaltine without water or milk?"..&lt;br /&gt;i know i said "i take ovaltine without water or milk"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well everyone in the office swore that i said "drink"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it ain't my fault if i didn't want to follow the script given to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was just so.. scripted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my acting career died with a "diba it's fun!"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i wonder if my radio career will die with a "i drink ovaltine without water or milk.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got the skindred album..&lt;br /&gt;it's a mix between reggae and metal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;real interesting music..&lt;br /&gt;you can either gyrate to the music or headbang (you choose)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for sending the songs dude..&lt;br /&gt;i owe you one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HR peeps must be in a good mood..&lt;br /&gt;they gave our pay early..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aside from the ovaltine interview..&lt;br /&gt;that was another "highlight" of the day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be having dinner with a couple of friends tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss our "payday dinners"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and war have this goal wherein we have to try out all the restos in megamall..&lt;br /&gt;we're already done with the restos along mega strip..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll be checkin out "balay bacolod" tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna type anymore..&lt;br /&gt;so this is it.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-110560949290831004?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/110560949290831004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=110560949290831004' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110560949290831004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110560949290831004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2005/01/on-air.html' title='on air'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-110552268812687418</id><published>2005-01-12T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T01:38:08.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>uno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;today was a first..&lt;br /&gt;will there be a second? or third? and so on?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fingers hurt from pressing the arrows on my keyboard..&lt;br /&gt;will i ever get past level 3 now?&lt;br /&gt;thank you pala for the zip file..&lt;br /&gt;it made my day..&lt;br /&gt;i now have something to play with during my "OH i'm so bored!!" moments..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you describe your feet to someone you've never met if he asks you to? (&lt;em&gt;especially if you find out before he asks that he has a foot fettish&lt;/em&gt;!!)&lt;br /&gt;i found it kinda weird..&lt;br /&gt;here's what i said when i was asked to describe them:&lt;br /&gt;"well.. all my toes are complete.."&lt;br /&gt;what else was i to say.. (&lt;em&gt;oh i'm a size 5 1/2.. my toe nails are always in a french tip.. blah blah blah&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found out that there will be another pega reunion this coming march..&lt;br /&gt;i will not be going..&lt;br /&gt;why? coz the previous abomination will be present..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am reverse "psychology-ing" myself that i do not like you..&lt;br /&gt;maybe it'll work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ho hum..&lt;br /&gt;i'll go home na.. ciao! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-110552268812687418?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/110552268812687418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=110552268812687418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110552268812687418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110552268812687418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2005/01/uno.html' title='uno'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-110543203455174461</id><published>2005-01-11T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T00:32:04.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>midnight escapade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;my "sana magkatotoo feeling realistic" dream was interrupted at 12:30 this morning by the sound of my ringing cellphone.. i was like "who the heck could be calling me at this hour!!".. turns out that it was my college buddy rosalyn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought she was in some sort of trouble 'coz she goes "sis!! did you read my text?!" (she said that in a high pitched hurried kind of voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like "huh? what? no.. can't you see i'm sleeping.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she goes "bilis!! turn on the TV.. guess who's playing on live @ loud.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i get up and turn on the TV, press 7 and guess who i see? why it's dino of brownman and the rest of the band.. ahehehe.. so my friggin friend woke me up at that wee hour just so that she can tell me that dino was singing on TV!! arrgghhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she goes "i know how much you like their band so i just had to wake you up!! anyway..enjoy watching then go back to sleep.." (maaannn! what does she take me for? a die-hard fan of theirs?!! well.. i enjoy listening to their music at xaymaca but not to the extent of actually waking up in the middle of the night to watch them on TV!.. like i can go back to my "sana magkatotoo feeling realistic" dream..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was real sweet of her though.. she really was excited when she called me up with the news (hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was singing one of the songs that i liked "dahan dahan blah blah blah" so i stayed up to finish it (NO ONE IS TO COMMENT!! again i AM NOT a die hard fan.. it's just that i liked the song they were singing and i was already awake so might as well watch dibaah?!:p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they sound better when you listen to them live.. i'm not sure if dino was just singing too fast or if the instruments were playing a tad too slow on TV.. oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad saw that i was up and he goes "nina.. maaga pa anak.." he prolly thought i was getting ready to go to work! hehehe.. i love my work but i'm not THAT excited..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was my midnight escapade.. (hmm.. next time remind me to turn off my cellphone so that i don't get interrupted when i'm in "never never land"..) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lemme just voice my thoughts out loud here.. "i wish it were you that i were talking to on the phone and chatting with constantly and not some other person.." yun lang.. mbote!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-110543203455174461?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/110543203455174461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=110543203455174461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110543203455174461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110543203455174461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2005/01/midnight-escapade.html' title='midnight escapade'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-110531457986498476</id><published>2005-01-09T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T15:49:39.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>poisonwood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;level tnereffid a no reh wonk ot teg ot emit ekam t'nod uoy fi nosrep eht "ekil" ekil yllautca ouy taht wonk ouy dluow woh..llew..nosrep eht tuoba erom wonk ot teg uoy yllautneve neht ?nosrep taht no seye tes tsrif uoy nehw teg uoy noitcartta lacisyhp taht ti si ?enoemos ekil uoy taht wonk uoy dlouw woh..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently in the process of reading the poisonwood bible.. it's actually a really good book.. very interesting.. it's a story told by the wife and 4 daughters of a missionary based in the Congo.. somehow i can relate to some of the stories they tell in the book..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week went pretty slow for me..went to xaymaca again last friday with a couple of people (that was the only event i looked forward to..).. it was fun as usual (i missed momi jay though.. my usual partner in crime wasn't able to make it..).. i don't know when i can go back though 'coz of the vacations some of my friends have lined up already for the coming months..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they invited me to go to PG this coming Jan 21 and 22.. that reminds me.. i need to get new swim wear.. i guess i love the beach so much that even the latest tsunami tragedy can't keep me away from it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhmm.. ok... i'm not in the blogging mood today.. not in the mood to tell people what i really feel right now.. arrgghhh!! someone just take this misery away from me!!! (sniff sniff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some pictures taken last friday at the office for the QBR presentation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/P1070013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-R: (APAC CS) Jik, Nina, Pao, Cathy, Gino and Pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/P1070006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-R: Lei, Nina and Pie (doing the "hide the tummy" pose)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-110531457986498476?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/110531457986498476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=110531457986498476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110531457986498476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110531457986498476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2005/01/poisonwood.html' title='poisonwood'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-110498143890641084</id><published>2005-01-05T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T19:20:47.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what can i do.. The Corrs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have made this song my official theme song for the week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't slept at all in days&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long since we've talked&lt;br /&gt;And I have been here many times&lt;br /&gt;I haven't slept at all in days&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what I'm doing wrong&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long since we've talked&lt;br /&gt;And I have been here many times&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what I'm doing wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to make you love me&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to make you care&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to make you love me&lt;br /&gt;What can I say to make you feel this&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to make you care&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to get you there&lt;br /&gt;What can I say to make you feel this&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to get you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only so much I can take&lt;br /&gt;There's only so much I can take&lt;br /&gt;And I just got to let go&lt;br /&gt;And I just got to let go&lt;br /&gt;And who knows I might feel better, yeah&lt;br /&gt;And who knows I might feel better, yeah&lt;br /&gt;If I don't try and I don't hope&lt;br /&gt;If I don't try and I don't hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to make you love me&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to make you love me&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to make you care&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to make you care&lt;br /&gt;What can I say to make you feel this&lt;br /&gt;What can I say to make you feel this&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to get you there&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to get you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more waiting, no more, aching&lt;br /&gt;No more fighting, no more, trying...&lt;br /&gt;No more waiting, no more, aching&lt;br /&gt;No more fighting, no more, trying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there's nothing more to say&lt;br /&gt;And in a funny way I'm calm&lt;br /&gt;Because the power is not mine&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there's nothing more to say&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to let it fly...&lt;br /&gt;And in a funny way I'm calm&lt;br /&gt;Because the power is not mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to make you love me&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to let it fly...&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to make you care&lt;br /&gt;What can I say to make you feel this&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to get you there&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to make you love me&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to make you love me&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to make you care&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to make you care&lt;br /&gt;What can I say to make you feel this&lt;br /&gt;What can I say to make you feel this&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to get you there&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to get you there&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to make you love me&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to make you care&lt;br /&gt;And love me...love me....love me..&lt;br /&gt;What can I say to make you feel this&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to get you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And love me...love me....love me.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-110498143890641084?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/110498143890641084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=110498143890641084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110498143890641084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110498143890641084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-can-i-do-corrs.html' title='what can i do.. The Corrs'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-110479032258549318</id><published>2005-01-03T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T16:39:21.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>passing thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;you'll never know what you've lost until you've actually lost it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this case, why not take the opportunity and grab it? maybe because not all of us have the guts to do so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not all of us can play the game and ride the waves so smoothly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we just stare it in the face and wish that the course it would take would lead to us eventually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or simply, it could be that there was never an "opportunity" in the first place.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-110479032258549318?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/110479032258549318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=110479032258549318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110479032258549318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110479032258549318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2005/01/passing-thoughts.html' title='passing thoughts'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-110422497942165829</id><published>2004-12-28T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T01:26:45.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PJ's and GC's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;last december 23 we had our MM APAC "Pajama" Christmas party.. here are some random pictures that were taken during that day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;modeling around for jik while waiting for the shift to end (i love my m n m's shirt):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/DSC00188.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my messy station (i just finished arranging the balloons for the party):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/DSC00196.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;war finishing some work before the party started:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/DSC00199.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the others to change into their PJ's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/DSC00224.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standing in line for the food:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/IMG_0048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;newspaper dance (everyone was trying to squeeze themselves into the itty bitty folded newspaper :p hehehe):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/DSC00233.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winners of the charades game (we all got Starbucks GC's.. peppermint mocha.. here i come!!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/DSC00230.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a party won't be a party without food right? well, the menu was perfect for the APAC team.. we had a mixture of Japanese and Korean dishes.. check 'em out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- mixed sushi, sashimi and maki&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/IMG_0040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- ebi tempura and chicken teriyaki&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/IMG_0026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- chapchae, yasai itame, toho and shitake soup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/IMG_0038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now doesn't that look yummy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for the new year.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wonder what surprises 2005 has in store for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.. i got a wonderful book from &lt;strong&gt;lyn &lt;/strong&gt;(ang paboritong libro ni hudas by bob ong).. i got the revlon eye glide from &lt;strong&gt;kapow&lt;/strong&gt;.. a classy pair of indian earings from &lt;strong&gt;majay&lt;/strong&gt;.. cool colorfull socks from my &lt;strong&gt;parents&lt;/strong&gt;.. a cute henny bank from &lt;strong&gt;doogie&lt;/strong&gt;.. chocolates from &lt;strong&gt;war&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;strong&gt;drew and rhecel&lt;/strong&gt;.. a converse sling bag from &lt;strong&gt;dadi gibs&lt;/strong&gt;.. CD from &lt;strong&gt;semier&lt;/strong&gt;.. eye shadow from &lt;strong&gt;syoks&lt;/strong&gt;.. make-up from &lt;strong&gt;tin&lt;/strong&gt;.. candles from my &lt;strong&gt;NIKED&lt;/strong&gt; friends.. a bracelet from &lt;strong&gt;gino and cats&lt;/strong&gt;.. an adorable snowman puppet from &lt;strong&gt;baby jik&lt;/strong&gt;.. a starbucks shirt from my &lt;strong&gt;kris kringle mom&lt;/strong&gt;.. a rasta coin purse from &lt;strong&gt;yaeko and hatsue&lt;/strong&gt;.. and loads of other cool gifts from cool people (hey malaika.. don't forget my red chucks dude.. size 5 please!! hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks so much for remembering me this christmas!! may God bless you all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy holidays everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-110422497942165829?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/110422497942165829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=110422497942165829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110422497942165829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110422497942165829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/12/pjs-and-gcs.html' title='PJ&apos;s and GC&apos;s'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-110412017234813738</id><published>2004-12-26T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T20:02:52.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pink or red? that is the question..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;so which chuck should it be? pink or red?.. HELP!! i can't decide :( or should i just get both? hmmm.. that would be nice :p.. they're both cool.. haaaaayyy.. how difficult could buying a pair of shoes get?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/pinkchucks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/redchucks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you all had a great christmas!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-110412017234813738?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/110412017234813738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=110412017234813738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110412017234813738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110412017234813738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/12/pink-or-red-that-is-question.html' title='pink or red? that is the question..'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-110370498836850335</id><published>2004-12-21T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T00:43:08.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>babbles..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 days to go and it's christmas.. then a couple of more days then it'll be a new year.. i wonder if 2005 is a better year for me.. better in all aspects.. don't get me wrong.. i had a blast this year.. went to many places.. had fun with friends.. met new people.. but i just hope that 2005 brings in something that i didn't have in 2004.. well, let's just wait and see.. see if the 8 ball is telling the truth :p hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i want for christmas is.. world peace (ahehehe)..&lt;br /&gt;well, here is what i actually want (whhatt? everyone else is posting their wish lists:p)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a pair of red chucks (the high cut ones)&lt;br /&gt;- revlon "faithful fawn" eye glide&lt;br /&gt;- cool shirts from "BIRTH OF THE COOL" (cool nga eh!)&lt;br /&gt;- a digi cam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmmm.. sorry people if i'm not that "extravagant" in gift giving this year.. i'm kinda on a low budget.. you know.. bills to pay and stuff.. but always remember.. it's the thought that counts :) and i made most of my gifts so they were made with the "labor of love".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaaaayy.. ewan ko ba.. i'm not myself.. arrghghghgh!! i'll just keep this to myself.. whatever! (don't worry nina.. everything will fall in place in God's on perfect time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmmm.. monday.. went to BMR's benefit show at xaymaca.. it was real fun.. alot of vocalists from other bands jammed with them.. to name a few: jamir of slapshock.. yano.. hannah of session road.. jett pangan of the dawn.. vocalist and drummer of cheese.. cookie chua.. gerard of i axe (did i get that right?) and many more..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;saw january at the entrance.. he greeted us and we chit chatted for awhile.. he seems to be a really great guy.. the friendliest i guess among the band.. and of course an excellent percussionist! and did i say that he has great dreads? well he does.. i wanted to get dreads too before, but my hair is too thin :( so i find people sporting dreads real cool! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-110370498836850335?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/110370498836850335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=110370498836850335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110370498836850335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110370498836850335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/12/babbles.html' title='babbles..'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-110302109413338691</id><published>2004-12-14T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T02:45:01.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>homies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;me and jik playin around with his camera phone at the office..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/intheghetto2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/intheghetto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-110302109413338691?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/110302109413338691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=110302109413338691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110302109413338691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110302109413338691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/12/homies.html' title='homies'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-110292332420031276</id><published>2004-12-13T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T23:35:24.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'tis the season to be jolly..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow.. it's already december!! a couple of more days and it's gonna be christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't posted anything for like 2 weeks.. oh well.. nothing much really happened.. 'twas the same old daily routine of mine.. wake up at 5 am.. go to work.. have dinner or coffee with either majay, skye or war after the shift.. fridays are spent hangin out at xaymaca..last Nov.26, Session road played before Brownman Revival, so it was kinda a long night with 3 sets (and kinda refreshing too.. BMR needs to change their line up man.. but who cares anyway.. i still love dancing to their music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 3, jules and jo got married (congratulations and best wishes!!)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was on VL last December 9 and 10.. went to divisoria to buy wings for my costume.. it's easier to go there now 'coz of the LRT (i must say that the LRT is actually really clean.. KUDOS to the people who manage it!).. i got green wings and i bought feather thingys to stick on it too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with rosalyn for dinner and coffee last friday (Dec. 10) then met up with majay at the office so that we could all go to xaymaca together.. as usual, i had an excellent time..i specifically told reden the waiter that i didn't want to sit right in front of the stage.. i wanted a table kinda at the back but not on the couch.. but did he listen? i don't think so.. we ended up sitting right under the band's noses!! hahaha BMR came kinda late (prolly had another gig before that) so this other group played the first set.. i think they called themselves "neighbours" not sure if i heard it right though (my hearing must be failing me.. i was sitting right infront of the vocalist and i didn't hear their name right) they were pretty good too.. mostly Ska though.. but good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why BMR didn't sing as many songs as they usually do.. and they didn't even go along with the &lt;strong&gt;"MORE! MORE!" &lt;/strong&gt;that the people usually scream at the top of their lungs after the 2nd set is done.. hahaha.. oh well.. maybe something's bothering them..they played a great set though.. danced to their music.. talked with january the percussionist with cool dreads.. i called him over to our table so that i could introduce him to my friends.. 'twas so funny 'coz i didn't even know him myself! hehehe.. he's really nice though (not alot of people would actually approach if they didn't know you :p).. not an ass like some people i know.. good on yah january!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up saturday (Dec. 11) with a terrible hangover.. met up with war around 3 and went to check in at Traders Hotel so that we could get ready for the company christmas party (held at PICC).. Kapow was already at the hotel by the time war and i got there (thank's for doing the check in kapow!).. here are some pics taken during the party at PICC (i'll post more when the other's upload the pics on their cameras.. oh yeah and check out my new do!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majay and Dazed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/sykesparty6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meng and Me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/sykesparty3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing to the singing of Luke M.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/sykesparty2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clyde and Me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/sykesparty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my butterfly wings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/sykesparty5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left the party at around 2am then went back to the hotel to grab somthing to eat.. slept till 10am.. got ready and checked out by 12..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the afternoon at the WTC, it was the World Festival Bazaar.. bought some cute prezzies (yes.. presents for you guys.. hope you like them.. i find them cute.. so you all better too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now after a night's sleep.. i'm back at the office trying to work.. i wonder if war will allow me to take another VL.. i have 3 more to spend.. ahem ahem!.. War? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-110292332420031276?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/110292332420031276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=110292332420031276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110292332420031276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110292332420031276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/12/tis-season-to-be-jolly.html' title='&apos;tis the season to be jolly..'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-110125809917542792</id><published>2004-11-23T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T17:01:39.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sari saring pangyayari</title><content type='html'>haven't blogged in quite sometime.. lemme just bullet point some highlights of the past days that went by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Nov. 12 -&lt;/strong&gt; had dinner with War at Rasa (&lt;em&gt;food was ok but didn't really catch my taste buds&lt;/em&gt;).. got stood up by this &lt;strong&gt;*censored*&lt;/strong&gt; guy.. such an ass! hmfp! i am never ever ever gonna talk to YOU again! well anyway, that's over.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Nov. 13 -&lt;/strong&gt; went to the mall to get a foot spa, manicure and pedicure.. went shopping.. watched a movie (&lt;em&gt;i just had to unwind after what happened the night before&lt;/em&gt;) then went to dinner at &lt;strong&gt;Moksha&lt;/strong&gt; with MM NA CS people (&lt;em&gt;the food was ttooottaaallllyyy delicious!! Yum Yum!&lt;/em&gt;).. had coffee after with &lt;strong&gt;War&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Richmond&lt;/strong&gt; at Starbucks libis.. i poured all of my heartaches that night since Rich was a guy and he could give me advise from a guys point of view :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Nov. 15 to 19 -&lt;/strong&gt; work.. learned a new song (&lt;em&gt;said sadly by Smashing Pumpkins.. this is my duet with jik.. i dunno why the heck we keep on practicing.. it's not like we're gonna join a contest or somthin.. but it's fun though&lt;/em&gt;).. coffee week with &lt;strong&gt;war&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;kapow&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;skye&lt;/strong&gt;.. went scouting around for an &lt;strong&gt;iPod mini &lt;/strong&gt;(green) at a reasonable price (&lt;em&gt;till now i still can't decide what i'm gonna get&lt;/em&gt;).. friday, had dinner at a japanese resto with &lt;strong&gt;skye&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;kapow&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;war&lt;/strong&gt;.. went to xaymaca after with momi jay and alain.. met up there with malaika and ajie.. sherwin, arvin and some others arrived just as the first set of BMR was about to end.. i had so much fun that night (&lt;em&gt;too bad kapow and skye couldn't join&lt;/em&gt;).. can't wait till this friday (&lt;em&gt;or next&lt;/em&gt;).. i'm glad more and more people are starting to like reggae too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Nov. 20 and 21 -&lt;/strong&gt; was supposed to go out with mom but ended up being the nanny of my 3 nieces.. man! when i get married, please remind me to just have one kid! 3 kids (&lt;em&gt;5yrs, 3yrs and 1yr old&lt;/em&gt;) are too much!! &lt;strong&gt;aarrrrggghhh!! &lt;/strong&gt; don't get me wrong.. i love kids.. but please.. not all at the same time!!.. watched the entire series of Band of Brothers (DVD).. the series was beautiful.. real touching.. i cried during episode 9.. Medic Eugene Roe was the best..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Present time -&lt;/strong&gt; a lot of changes are happening at the office.. opportunities opened.. time to go with the flow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had my hair cut short.. time for a new change.. i feel and look (&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;naaakksss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) beautiful (&lt;em&gt;love of self&lt;/em&gt; :p).. i got tired of my curly hair so i got it chopped off.. went to the salon with &lt;strong&gt;war&lt;/strong&gt;.. she got her hair trimmed just a little bit.. maybe with my new look, life will present me with great suprises.. as dadi gibs always says &lt;strong&gt;"patience does pay off"&lt;/strong&gt;.. so there.. i'm being patient :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-110125809917542792?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/110125809917542792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=110125809917542792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110125809917542792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110125809917542792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/11/sari-saring-pangyayari.html' title='sari saring pangyayari'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-110007373693004362</id><published>2004-11-09T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T00:02:16.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>di mo lang alam</title><content type='html'>i don't know what i feel right now..&lt;br /&gt;feelings mixed and confused..&lt;br /&gt;i don't know whether i should be happy or not.. &lt;br /&gt;i guess in a way we kinda feel the same.. &lt;br /&gt;i'm looking your way.. you're looking her way.. she's looking the other way.. &lt;br /&gt;i feel for you.. &lt;br /&gt;it hurts doesn't it? funny how life treats us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only you knew.. &lt;br /&gt;would things be different? &lt;br /&gt;maybe.. maybe not.. &lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll never know.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just know that i'll be watchin' you from a distance.. &lt;br /&gt;holding back the tears so that no one knows.. &lt;br /&gt;you said that you liked my smile.. well.. &lt;br /&gt;behind that smile is a girl about to break.. &lt;br /&gt;the smile is all that people notice.. that you notice.. &lt;br /&gt;little do they and you know what is going on behind it.. &lt;br /&gt;but for you i'll continue to smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"di ako makatulog na hindi ka &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinapangarap&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ang laging nasa isipan&lt;br /&gt;At ang akala ko minsan&lt;br /&gt;Ika'y aking niyayakap&lt;br /&gt;sa pagdilat ko ay unan lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paano ko sasabihin sayo&lt;br /&gt;Ang tunay na layunin ng puso ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di mo lang alam&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ang tanging buhay ko&lt;br /&gt;Kung alam mo lang&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw lang ang iniibig ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuwing akoy napapalingon &lt;br /&gt;Isa lang aking hangarin&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ay laging nasa isipan&lt;br /&gt;at ang akala ko minsa'y kaway moy para &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa akin&lt;br /&gt;Iyon pala sa iyong kaibigan lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang kailan ako maghihintay &lt;br /&gt;o sana'y wag habang buhay&lt;br /&gt;wag na magduda ikaw lang ang nagiisang &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinta&lt;br /&gt;at kung akala mo'y hindi kita mahal&lt;br /&gt;ikaw na ang nananaginip"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- di mo lang alam - indio i -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-110007373693004362?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/110007373693004362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=110007373693004362' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110007373693004362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/110007373693004362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/11/di-mo-lang-alam.html' title='di mo lang alam'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109997963375656912</id><published>2004-11-08T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T21:53:53.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>for the first time in my whole history of going to xaymaca i DID NOT enjoy the night :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it was because we didn't have our usual table (or rather a table).. i would always call xaymaca to get a table reserved for our group.. it's easier that way.. no people walking back and forth.. you can dance with no one bothering you 'coz you have chairs to separate you from them.. this time we didn't have a table.. we had to drop by KADOS first to listen to Karims group (HMP! who didn't sing the songs i requested!) anyway.. we got to xaymaca at 11pm, just as the first set was about to start.. we had to stay at the very back 'coz the place was already jam packed.. after the first set we went to outside to get fresh air..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second set came.. i didn't finish it (another first) after like 5 songs i couldn't stand it anymore.. momi jay, skye and i went out again.. i dunno.. maybe it was 'coz dino was grinding another girl to my favourite song (TAKSIL KA! bwahahaha) nah.. my dino craze officially ended way before that.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there.. hopefully this coming friday i get to enjoy xaymaca again (note to self.. get a table reserved!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday was Yesha's birthday (my niece) she turned 1 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at around 8pm i went over to elaine's house (my highschool friend) 'coz it was also her kid's (my god daughter) 3rd birthday.. it was also our first ever NIKED (that was our HS barkada's name.. corny noh?! hehehe) reunion.. it was like 7 years since we last saw each other.. man! have we all grown!! i had so much fun catchin up with their lives as well as remembering our HS days.. elaine showed us the letters we had written to her back then.. it was such a laugh trip! i can't even remember the guys i was writing about.. i was like "uhmm elaine.. who's oliver?" "why was i angry at him?" and  elaine goes "he was your crush.. the dancer!?" i was like "oh! really?! i had a crush called oliver?!" hehehe.. I can't wait for our next reunion.. we still have loads to talk about and to remember..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday.. went to church.. had lunch and went shopping with war (my shopping buddy!!) good buys noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the pics below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESHA'S FIRST BIRTHDAY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/Happybdayyesha.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High School Barkada Reunion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/HSreunion.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DazedANgel and Ica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/NinandIca.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dazed, Tere and Kristine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/ninaterendtin.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIKED (Nina, Ica, Kristine, Elaine, Debbie and the check mark Theresa) hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/NIKED.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(l-r) nina, tere, ica, kristine, debbie and elaine &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109997963375656912?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109997963375656912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109997963375656912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109997963375656912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109997963375656912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/11/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109964114194450376</id><published>2004-11-05T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T23:52:21.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>passing thought</title><content type='html'>i'll be going to xaymaca later.. hope it stops raining.. wouldn't want it to "rain" on my parade! (bwahahaha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109964114194450376?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109964114194450376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109964114194450376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109964114194450376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109964114194450376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/11/passing-thought.html' title='passing thought'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109947804481125459</id><published>2004-11-03T02:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T02:51:58.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a week after</title><content type='html'>i just got back to work after taking two days off (supposedly my family and I were gonna go home to bicol for the "araw ng patay" thingy but as usual it got cancelled)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, last friday we went to xaymaca to listen to Brownman Revival again (anyone wanna go back this week *grins* hehehe :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that we had this pictorial thingy at the office.. we were posin around with dadi gibs' guitar and princeton took pics of us.. check them out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My alluring pose (bwahahaha):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/basidinstinct.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/syoka.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semier:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/semier.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princeton:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/princeton.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/pie.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gino:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/gino.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/cathy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DazedAngel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/ninaband.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So saturday.. slept the whole day, had dinner out with Malaika since we both didn't want to wash the dishes at home (it was just me and her).. we bought mom a gift (one of those indoor fountain thingys).. sunday.. met up with War.. she treated me to a facial as a belated birthday gift (thanks war! mwwaahh!) had dinner after with Mom and War at Kitaro (Japanese resto).. monday.. washed clothes.. finished readin Babylon Rising.. started reading Foggage.. tuesday.. movie marathon.. watched ELEPHANT.. THE ROAD HOME.. TAO OF STEVE and MY SASSY GIRL.. i loved THE ROAD HOME (Chinese movie) and MY SASSY GIRL (Korean movie).. if you guys haven't watched them yet, you should.. they are ssooooo good (well that's if you like movies that will make you cry) hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what happened to me during the last week.. will post again tomorrow.. me and war gotta head home now! ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109947804481125459?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109947804481125459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109947804481125459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109947804481125459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109947804481125459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/11/week-after.html' title='a week after'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109867680238736541</id><published>2004-10-24T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T21:00:02.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>movie addicts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;watched 2 movies last week with &lt;strong&gt;war&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;kapow&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;syoks&lt;/strong&gt;.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they both did not fail us!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;White Chicks&lt;/strong&gt; was pretty good, we laughed and laughed during the whole movie (&lt;em&gt;good thing there were like less than 15 people in the movie house at Podium or it would have been kinda embarrassing once the lights came on after the movie..we laughed like we owned the whole place!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shawn Wayans and Marlon Wayans:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/whitechicks2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shawn Wayans and Marlon Wayans as Brittany Wilson and Tiffany Wilson:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/whitechicks1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;House of Flying Daggers&lt;/strong&gt; had great fight scenes (&lt;em&gt;just like crouching tiger hidden dragon&lt;/em&gt;) (&lt;strong&gt;clap clap clap&lt;/strong&gt;).. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the only catch here is that the actors are sooo goodlooking (&lt;strong&gt;mix together Taiwanese and Japanese blood and you get a hunk like Kaneshiro Takeshi&lt;/strong&gt;) that you kinda get dizzy trying to read the subtitles and at the same time look at the actors face (&lt;em&gt;hehehe&lt;/em&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;Zhang Ziyi as Mei:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/flyingdaggers.jpg" /&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;Zhang Ziyi (mei) and Takeshi Kaneshiro (jin):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/flyingdaggers1.jpg" /&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;Andy Lau (leo) and Takeshi Kaneshiro (jin):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/flyingdaggers2.jpg" /&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;Zhang Ziyi (mei):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/flyingdaggers3.jpg" /&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;Takeshi Kaneshiro (jin):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/flyingdaggers4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who haven't watched those movies yet.. well.. you should!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109867680238736541?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109867680238736541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109867680238736541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109867680238736541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109867680238736541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/10/movie-addicts.html' title='movie addicts'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109809215252247840</id><published>2004-10-18T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T02:35:52.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my birthday at Xaymaca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;some pictures taken last friday (oct. 15, 2004) at my favourite reggae bar XAYMACA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.: kapow, me, malaika and skye :.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/nina2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.: waiting for the band to start :.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/nina3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.: me and my sis malaika :.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/nina4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.: kapow, me and skye's hand :.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/nina5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.: brownman revival :.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/nina6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.: posin' around with the boys :.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/nina7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.: say cheese!! :.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/nina8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.: officemates :.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/nina9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.: close up pik of me :.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/nina10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.: the guy with a bob marley shirt! :.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/nina11.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.: ajie, malaika, kapow and war :.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/nina13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.: i love you dino!! (wink wink) :.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/nina14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.: don kurt and war :.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/nina15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.: during brownman's second set :.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/nina16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.: with majay, ron and skye :.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/nina17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.: goofin around with skye :.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/nina18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.: my sexy dino takes center stage :.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/nina19.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109809215252247840?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109809215252247840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109809215252247840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109809215252247840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109809215252247840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-birthday-at-xaymaca.html' title='my birthday at Xaymaca'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109774334899310577</id><published>2004-10-13T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T01:48:10.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ich my BertDaY..i'm gonna PaRtY liKe iCh mY berTday!</title><content type='html'>This was one of the best birthday's i've ever had.. Kapow suprised me with a banner, balloons and a &lt;strong&gt;CROWN&lt;/strong&gt;!! hehehe! Thanks &lt;strong&gt;KAPOW&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;WAR&lt;/strong&gt;!! My &lt;strong&gt;MM APAC&lt;/strong&gt; family gave me my fave cake (chocolate mousse) yippeee! got fab earings as a gift from my CS buddies (thanks dudes!) mango jeans from seimer (thanks gurl!) a really cool book from Lyn (ang gwapo pa ng pang cover! hehehe thanks lyn) and other gifts that i totally loved too (thanks everyone! mwaahh!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some greetings i received via text.. thanks to all who greeted me via IM, too bad I can't post our IM conversations here.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Khris&lt;/strong&gt; (one of my friendly neighbourhood friends and my kumpare!) : Hapi Bday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buttercup&lt;/strong&gt; (one of the various code names of my sister Manay Joy): Happy bday! I luv u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ghian&lt;/strong&gt; (the early bird greeter, me friend way back pega days): Happy birthday nina!! yan ah tama na, 13 na ngayon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meme&lt;/strong&gt; (gimmik buddy.. sorry po.. i didn't have you in my contact list): Happy bday, nina! c u at xaymaca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doogie&lt;/strong&gt; (chat buddy and friendly friend): hapi bertdey muah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jouwie&lt;/strong&gt; (another friendly friend of mine from the office): Happy birthday dear! mwah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pao&lt;/strong&gt; (gimmik buddy and another friendly friend): happy birthdaaaaaaay! Mwah! Enjoy ka ha.. God bless u always! Mwaaaahh! Hav a blast okay! Mwah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Linor&lt;/strong&gt; (no comment): u excited about friday i assume! nga pala hapi bday ulit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wendy&lt;/strong&gt; (a pega buddy): Hi nina.. HAPPY BDAY! God bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marky&lt;/strong&gt; (friendly friend from the office): Happy Birthday to you. 23?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ajie&lt;/strong&gt; (Malaika's friendly friend who is now my friendly friend too): Happy beerthday nina,Happy beerthday nina,Happy beerthday,Happy beerthday,Happy beerthday NINA!! blow out hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad and Mom&lt;/strong&gt; (My handsome and beautiful parents.. i love you both!!): Hi Nina, HAPPY B-DAY my beautiful daughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lei&lt;/strong&gt; (mother of beautiful baby girl Keona!!): Hi nina! Hapi bday! ung lunch ko pag balik ko na lang ha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bryan&lt;/strong&gt; (church mate): helo! just wanna greet u a hapi hapi birthday! may the Lord continue to bless you in everything, yun lang :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lek&lt;/strong&gt; (x-man): Hapi bday seio..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cecille&lt;/strong&gt; (another pega friend of mine): Hapi Boikday! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zha&lt;/strong&gt; (my bestest best friend during my pega stay): I hope you had a great birthday. Can't wait to see you sis! Mwah! mwah! i love you sis.. hapi birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elaine&lt;/strong&gt; (a buddy of mine since highschool and my Kumare): Hello! Just dropped by to say.. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! as they said, it;s better late than never diba?! God Bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joan&lt;/strong&gt; (my soft spoken since highschool close friend): May you be blessed w/ 3 bones: wishbone to dream on.. backbone 4 strength and courage during hard times and a funny bone to make you laugh at life along the way.. HAPPY BIRTHDAY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rosalyn&lt;/strong&gt; (College buddy and a really close friend of mine): Nina! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! may you have more BFs to come! sorry i can't be there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all who greeted me via IM (officemates) thanks guys.. you all made me feel so special.. i'll never forget this birthday of mine ever!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109774334899310577?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109774334899310577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109774334899310577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109774334899310577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109774334899310577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/10/ich-my-bertdayim-gonna-party-like-ich.html' title='Ich my BertDaY..i&apos;m gonna PaRtY liKe iCh mY berTday!'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109756369925111444</id><published>2004-10-12T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T23:48:19.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uPdaTes</title><content type='html'>haven't posted for quite sometime.. hmm.. looks like i led a pretty boring life last week.. well not really.. went out for coffee and dinner the past week (&lt;em&gt;nearly everyday&lt;/em&gt;) with &lt;strong&gt;Skye&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;War&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Kapow&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Momi Jay&lt;/strong&gt;.. during one of those dinners we saw &lt;strong&gt;Malaika&lt;/strong&gt; so she joined us for dinner too (&lt;em&gt;i think that was last friday&lt;/em&gt;)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday.. watched ella enchanted (&lt;em&gt;DVD&lt;/em&gt;) then washed clothes and cleaned the house (&lt;em&gt;that made mom proud! hehehe&lt;/em&gt;)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday.. went to robinsons and met up with war and her sis (&lt;strong&gt;baby tel2&lt;/strong&gt;).. bought a pair of sandals then went to church (&lt;em&gt;yes.. i do go to church&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got advance happy birthday greetings from 2 close friends of mine.. here's our text conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10/10/2004 - 1:31 AM:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANEX: HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRIEND!! sana ako unang bumati! hehehe! wishing you the best of everything. take care. lab yah friend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: Elo Anex! yup, ikaw unang bumati sakin kasi sa 13 pa birthday ko! hehehe.. anyway, thanks friend for thinking about me! mwaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANEX: Talaga?! ngee! eh di mali pala yung kopya namin ni Ghian.. hahaha! sobra akong advance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10/10/2004 - 7:48 PM:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GHIAN: Happy Birthday Nina! Anung handa mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: Wala! kasi di ko pa birthday eh.. hehehe.. advanced kayo ng 3 days ni anex :p pero thanks for thinking about me, touch ako sobra! mwaah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GHIAN: Ngeek! ako nagsabi kay anex na 10 eh.. mali pala.. hehe.. cge, babatiin kita ulit :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so those were the 2 early birds.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a birthday wish.. but i don't wanna tell anyone what it is.. hehehe.. let's just wait and see if my wish will come true.. if it does then i'll post it.. if it doesn't then i'll just forget about it and not post it! hehehe.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109756369925111444?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109756369925111444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109688804528722946</id><published>2004-10-04T04:05:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T04:09:55.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mGa nAkaW na SanDaLi</title><content type='html'>when it come to surfing of &lt;strong&gt;"non-business related"&lt;/strong&gt; websites a.k.a &lt;strong&gt;"blogging"&lt;/strong&gt; we're kinda laying low at the moment here at the office..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.T's doin this monitoring like who goes to this and that website and how many "hits" happens..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. can't stop my itchy fingers so might as well type this first on notepad then quickly copy and paste it on to blogger.. &lt;strong&gt;(hi war! *waves*) &lt;/strong&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo.. what happened to me during the weekend.. well last friday, me, war and kapow had dinner at &lt;strong&gt;teriyaki boy&lt;/strong&gt; then we headed off to shangrila to watch the second to the last full show of &lt;strong&gt;"resident evil"&lt;/strong&gt;.. man!! that film is way cool! as usual me and kapow had our &lt;strong&gt;"untog"&lt;/strong&gt; moments.. this time we bumped our elbows (&lt;em&gt;hehehe.. last time we bumped our heads&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the movie.. we went back to the office to meet up with the other people who wanted to go to the octoberfest.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make a long story short.. this years octoberfest sucked bigtime! i paid a hundred bucks to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- get my killer shoes killed by gigantic feet who stepped on them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- have beer thrown all over me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- have my butt grabbed by God knows who they were&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- watch someone piss while eating a bar-b-que&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- scream at someone to get out of the way so that kapow could pass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time there's a big gathering of people.. remind me to go to the opposite end of where the party's bein held.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ended up at starbucks emerald.. after we winded our way out of the crowd (&lt;strong&gt;ren, kapow, war, geo and me&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prims, meng, jun and jouie got lost somewhere in the crowd so after like more than an hour that was when we all go together again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed at starbucks till 3 am talkin bout stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. why is it when i'm finally starting to move on.. something always has to come up.. wala lang.. just thinking out loud..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109653220348774881</id><published>2004-09-30T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T01:16:43.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fOoD pOisOnEd</title><content type='html'>everything that came in.. came out..&lt;br /&gt;wonder what i could have eaten..&lt;br /&gt;still feel kinda weazy though..&lt;br /&gt;and come to think of it.. hungry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109653220348774881?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109653220348774881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109653220348774881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109653220348774881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109653220348774881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/09/food-poisoned.html' title='fOoD pOisOnEd'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109645216648115554</id><published>2004-09-29T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T03:02:46.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DeDmA</title><content type='html'>i don't have anything to say today..&lt;br /&gt;yun lang..&lt;br /&gt;oh yah.. just one thing pala..&lt;br /&gt;my LSS for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"banal na aso..&lt;br /&gt;santong kabayo..&lt;br /&gt;natatawa ako HIHIHIHI"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listened to that for more than an hour!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109645216648115554?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109645216648115554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109645216648115554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109645216648115554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109645216648115554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/09/dedma.html' title='DeDmA'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109635824386740754</id><published>2004-09-28T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T00:59:43.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ChAnGeS</title><content type='html'>a new look for a new me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many things have changed the last few days/weeks..&lt;br /&gt;i have shown people that I too, as sweet as I may be (&lt;strong&gt;grin&lt;/strong&gt;) also have my limitations..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am in the slow process of &lt;strong&gt;"keeping my distance"&lt;/strong&gt; from him..&lt;br /&gt;so that I may not get hurt again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually managed to block him from my IM list (&lt;em&gt;well, i would always block him before but then after like a couple of minutes i can't help but unblock him so that i could chat with him&lt;/em&gt;)..&lt;br /&gt;it's been more than &lt;strong&gt;36 hours&lt;/strong&gt; that he's been blocked!! so here's a BIG PAT on the back for me!! (&lt;strong&gt;PAT! PAT!&lt;/strong&gt;)..&lt;br /&gt;i intend to keep it that way for uhm.. the rest of the week :p hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. enough of him.. on to more significant things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday, i cleaned the house.. when i say &lt;strong&gt;"cleaned"&lt;/strong&gt; i swept, wiped and mopped the whole house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up sunday morning with my body aching as if i did a full body work out at the gym (&lt;em&gt;that reminds me.. i wonder what my gym looks like now..&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;went to church..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched the following movies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bourne Identity&lt;br /&gt;Bourne Supremacy&lt;br /&gt;Phone Booth&lt;br /&gt;Intolerable Cruelty&lt;br /&gt;Tears of the Sun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about being a couch potato!! (&lt;em&gt;didn't get to finish watching Tears of the Sun though coz i started to see stars.. decided that i needed to call it a day and went to sleep&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday.. had a terrible headache.. got pissed off.. spent the better part of the day sulking and being a grouch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home with my usual travel buddy &lt;a href="http://i_am_an_acquired_taste.blogspot.com"&gt;War&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;don't worry war.. even though teddy bear told you that you're gettin prettier and prettier 'coz you're slimmin down, i still love you (wanna starbucks venti green tea frap with extra cream and some pastries from cinabon? hehehe) just kidding (wink wink) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. i'm done for the day.. byeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109635824386740754?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109635824386740754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109635824386740754' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109635824386740754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109635824386740754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/09/changes.html' title='ChAnGeS'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109625000595613200</id><published>2004-09-27T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T21:00:02.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beLow tHe bELt..</title><content type='html'>never ever say that again infront of my face.. &lt;br /&gt;go ahead and point out the obvious about me but don't you ever dare point it out straight at my face.. &lt;br /&gt;that was simply below the belt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109625000595613200?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109625000595613200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109625000595613200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109625000595613200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109625000595613200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/09/below-belt.html' title='beLow tHe bELt..'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109601850016726496</id><published>2004-09-24T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T02:40:51.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PicTuRe cRaZy</title><content type='html'>here's what Macromedia people love doing best..&lt;br /&gt;POSING for the camera!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;below are a couple of shots taken using &lt;a href="http://www.tabulas.com/~kapow"&gt;KAPOW's&lt;/a&gt; new camera..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MM APAC ANGELS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/angels.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PHOTO SHOOT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/apacpretties.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43RD FLOOR BALCONY SHOT OF THE DAZED ANGEL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/balcony1.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109601850016726496?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109601850016726496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109601850016726496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109601850016726496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109601850016726496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/09/picture-crazy.html' title='PicTuRe cRaZy'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109583565656714938</id><published>2004-09-22T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T23:47:36.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hApPy biRtHdaY mAnaY sHamPoO</title><content type='html'>it's my eldest sister's birthday today..&lt;br /&gt;i miss you manay sham and i love you..&lt;br /&gt;MWWAAAHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;(don't worry..i won't tell anyone how old you are :p)&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/manayshamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scott (my sis's husband), kevin (a school friend), and my sis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109583565656714938?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109583565656714938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109583565656714938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109583565656714938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109583565656714938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/09/happy-birthday-manay-shampoo.html' title='hApPy biRtHdaY mAnaY sHamPoO'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109567413629557123</id><published>2004-09-20T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T02:55:36.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sMarT rEaDer aNyOne?</title><content type='html'>call me mean but this guy really as in really needs to undergo &lt;strong&gt;"speech power"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;uhmm.. maybe i can convince him to enroll at mom's english reading center for kids! hehehe&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me give you all a background about this new guy in my life.. &lt;br /&gt;i met him last friday.. &lt;br /&gt;well actually we didn't formally meet because we just happened to be in the same elevator on the way down to the 8th floor to buy food (&lt;em&gt;that was around 7am&lt;/em&gt;)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at around 8 am, i received a message from this guy saying &lt;strong&gt;"hi"&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;so me being the curious person that i am, replied back to his message with a &lt;strong&gt;"yeessss?"&lt;/strong&gt;.. &lt;br /&gt;turns out it was the guy from the elevator, he saw my name on my ID and he searched for my email addy in outlook (&lt;em&gt;naakkss.. humaba ang hair ko&lt;/em&gt; :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so that was the start of our &lt;strong&gt;"cyber friendship"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;bwahahaha.. in your life sugar!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i find out that this guy told some other guys from his account that he met this girl (&lt;em&gt;ahem.. that was me&lt;/em&gt;) and he actually told her that he liked her (&lt;em&gt;ahh hello dude! you didn't even talk to me!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. &lt;br /&gt;so let's fast forward the events..&lt;br /&gt;monday..&lt;br /&gt;i open my mailbox today and see that the guy from the 48th floor sent me an email with &lt;strong&gt;"hi!! Gud morning!" &lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;di naman sya masyado excited noh? sa dami ng exclamation marks niya!!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;i reply to the email with a greeting and that starts our morning conversation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some &lt;strong&gt;"highlights"&lt;/strong&gt; of our email thread:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy: gud!!!Hows ur weekends? (&lt;strong&gt;marami ba ang weekend kaya naging weekends?!!&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy: yes i will, with your permission. just wanted to personally meet you!!! i already met your account supervisor, she was a friend&lt;br /&gt;of my TL here. My TL introduce me to her (&lt;strong&gt;he wanted to know if he could go down to the 43rd floor to see me&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy: so its my launch now, can i go down and meet you there at your floor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;after politely telling him that i can't see him coz i'm taking calls.. maybe some other day&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;guy: well, maybe i can just peep at your floor and try to see your workplace there. dont worry, i will not bother you!!! thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;turns out he did go down to the 43rd&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;guy: hahaha!!! i saw you laughing!!!&lt;br /&gt;k, now i'll be taking my launch now!!! nice to see you, but i hope we can meet personally!!! i'll be mailing you as soon as i finish my launch!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;ano ba!! launch ka ng launch!! i dismissed the first time he said "launch" coz i thought that it was just a typo error.. but come on!! 3 times?!! like duh!!&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy: im wearing a white polo, and a blue jeans. i am the short one!!!&lt;br /&gt;i though you saw me, but i did saw you!! and u are beautiful (&lt;strong&gt;so feeling itong lalaking ito!! feel niya i was looking at him.. excuse me pare!&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. now who can guess what he was trying to say when he sent me this message coz i have no freakin idea!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy: y did you say saw, i know its hard to believe it be it can be!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i hope i can get over that as soon as possible. i hate to think that im the only one feeling that way&lt;br /&gt;but if that is the consequence, i guess i have to endure it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure.. &lt;br /&gt;no one's perfect..&lt;br /&gt;i make mistakes too but they're not as bad.. &lt;br /&gt;so sue me for being so mean! &lt;br /&gt;but come on!! &lt;br /&gt;i was already replying to his emails in tagalog so that he would realize that i'm comfortable conversing with him in tagalog but somehow that thought just didn't occur to him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry God for making fun of someone but i just couldn't help it! &lt;br /&gt;he was just soooo funny.. (&lt;strong&gt;bad nina! bad! *grins*&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109567413629557123?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109567413629557123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109567413629557123' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109567413629557123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109567413629557123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/09/smart-reader-anyone.html' title='sMarT rEaDer aNyOne?'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109540991711082192</id><published>2004-09-17T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T01:31:57.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wHat Am I?! FLy paPeR for fReaKs?!</title><content type='html'>that's my new IM handle.. &lt;br /&gt;am i really a fly paper for freaks?..&lt;br /&gt;well come to think of it.. &lt;strong&gt;YES!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seem to attract the wrong.. uhmm.. kind of species?.. &lt;strong&gt;(sighs)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some are weird.. some are weirder..&lt;br /&gt;others can be a real pain in the neck..&lt;br /&gt;there are those who absolutely seem to be lost..&lt;br /&gt;few are easily intimidated &lt;strong&gt;(do i look like i bite?!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course we can't forget those who are a little.. i mean really &lt;strong&gt;"thick faced"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(as in super kapal!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. &lt;br /&gt;i don't feel like blogging about what happened today..&lt;br /&gt;will blog about the &lt;strong&gt;"thick faced"&lt;/strong&gt; guy on monday..&lt;br /&gt;have a good weekend fellow bloggers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109540991711082192?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109540991711082192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109540991711082192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109540991711082192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109540991711082192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/09/what-am-i-fly-paper-for-freaks.html' title='wHat Am I?! FLy paPeR for fReaKs?!'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109523847676391886</id><published>2004-09-15T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T01:54:36.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PaTiEnCe paYs ofF</title><content type='html'>i just got the two mp3's that i was looking for last week!!&lt;br /&gt;"the way you do the things you do" - UB40&lt;br /&gt;"games people play" - Inner Circle&lt;br /&gt;yipee!!&lt;br /&gt;thanks to zamby!&lt;br /&gt;love you man!!&lt;br /&gt;that made my day..&lt;br /&gt;thank you! thank you! thank you!&lt;br /&gt;BOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventhough "he" didn't IM me today..&lt;br /&gt;i don't really care..&lt;br /&gt;'coz i got my two songs!!&lt;br /&gt;nothing can spoil my happy mood!&lt;br /&gt;la la la la la!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109523847676391886?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109523847676391886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109523847676391886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109523847676391886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109523847676391886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/09/patience-pays-off.html' title='PaTiEnCe paYs ofF'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109515169459700530</id><published>2004-09-14T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T01:49:49.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aDvanCed bOoKinG</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"punta ka sa birthday ko ah.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"it's gonna be on a friday though.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"what time po?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; (thinking duh! dya think we'd hold a drinking session in the morning?!) &lt;br /&gt;    but instead i say &lt;em&gt;"at night, around 10 maybe"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"advanced booking ako seio"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"hehehe.. i'll try my best po.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"pero i appreciate it.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"ok"&lt;/em&gt; (i then set my status to "busy")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"busy ka?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(di naman obvious divvaaahh?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly remember the song with the lyrics &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"i did my best.. but i guess my best wasn't good enough"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ehehehe.. whatever!..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109515169459700530?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109515169459700530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109515169459700530' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109515169459700530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109515169459700530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/09/advanced-booking.html' title='aDvanCed bOoKinG'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109503612615450806</id><published>2004-09-13T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T17:42:06.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aNotHer bUsy wEekeNd</title><content type='html'>saturday..&lt;br /&gt;saw this really cute barista at starbucks shang (my vanilla frap has never tasted this good! yummy!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went on another KGB mission with war_movie_junkie..&lt;br /&gt;i guess we won't really make good KGB agents! (lol.. talk about being discreet :p)&lt;br /&gt;'twas fun making fun of the people there though (but the bands who played there were actually good)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a cab to xaymaca..&lt;br /&gt;met up with malaika and jojo..&lt;br /&gt;paolo arrived after a few minutes (took him forever to park his car!.. that's why it's better to take a cab to get there so that you don't have to think about parking!!)&lt;br /&gt;randy "marlou" arrived just before the 2nd set of Coffee Break Island began (man this guy can give you gas! ei homie! ur from the south side! we're from the east side! hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;had a couple of drinks..&lt;br /&gt;danced to the music..&lt;br /&gt;got kinda pissed at a girl with dreadlocks (she kept on getting in my way.. uhmm hello! there's alot of space to dance yah know.. prolly thought i had this thing for the american she was with.. like duh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday..&lt;br /&gt;woke up past lunch..&lt;br /&gt;took a shower and went with malaika to watch the UAAP cheering competition at araneta (gooo uste! gooo uste!.. nope i ain't from UST.. just felt like rooting for them :p)&lt;br /&gt;Champion - UST (gooo uste! gooo uste!)&lt;br /&gt;2nd place - UP (unibersidad ng pilipinas! unibersidad ng pilipinas! UUU!!)&lt;br /&gt;3rd place - FEU (forgot how their cheer went.. they looked like spiders in there uniforms :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attended the 5pm service..&lt;br /&gt;had dinner out with malaika, dad and mom (thanks for the food flo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him:&lt;/strong&gt; u went to xaymaca last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; yup, went there last night.. when you gonna join us there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him:&lt;/strong&gt; mga last week of this month..i'll be joining you..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. yeah right! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109503612615450806?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109503612615450806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109503612615450806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109503612615450806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109503612615450806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/09/another-busy-weekend.html' title='aNotHer bUsy wEekeNd'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109503781600651874</id><published>2004-09-12T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T18:35:48.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i WanT..</title><content type='html'>"The Best of UB40" CD&lt;br /&gt;an "Inner Circle" CD with the song "games people play"&lt;br /&gt;the lion king 3 CD or DVD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the black super sexy halter top from "solo"&lt;br /&gt;high heels from "Mendrez"&lt;br /&gt;a new pair of hipsters from "lee"&lt;br /&gt;the bikini i saw at "nothing but water"&lt;br /&gt;the rasta beanie i saw in a "tiangge"&lt;br /&gt;the cool bohemian bag also at the "tiangge" (i'd polly make a scene everytime i pass through one of the metal detectors 'coz of all the foreign coins stuck on the bag :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to go back to boracay&lt;br /&gt;to go back to puerto&lt;br /&gt;to sun bathe and get a tan again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to get DREADLOCKS!! (i have got to get this done!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109503781600651874?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109503781600651874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109503781600651874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109503781600651874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109503781600651874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-want.html' title='i WanT..'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109481010995397258</id><published>2004-09-10T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T02:55:09.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fReaKed oUt</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;stupid elevator in our stupid building!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's what had to happen to me today..&lt;br /&gt;i was on my way to the 19th floor to buy some food for breakfast (&lt;em&gt;our account is on the 43rd floor&lt;/em&gt;)..&lt;br /&gt;so i took the elevator to the 31st floor (&lt;em&gt;our building has high zone elevators and low zone elevators by the way&lt;/em&gt;)..&lt;br /&gt;so i get off at the 31st floor to transfer to a low zone elevator that would take me down to the 19th..&lt;br /&gt;ok.. &lt;br /&gt;so i'm already at the 31st floor (&lt;em&gt;all by myself&lt;/em&gt;) waiting for an elevator..&lt;br /&gt;2 mins go by..4 mins..6 mins.. where the heck is the elevator?!!&lt;br /&gt;so after around 10 mins of waiting.. &lt;strong&gt;"ting!" &lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;and the elevator doors open!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get into the elevator and press &lt;strong&gt;"19"&lt;/strong&gt;.. &lt;br /&gt;doors close..&lt;br /&gt;elevator does not move..&lt;br /&gt;suddenly it flashes on top &lt;strong&gt;"serving lower deck, please wait"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i wait..&lt;br /&gt;after a couple of seconds the elevator starts to shake and make this weird noise..&lt;br /&gt;my heart starts to beat a little faster then usual..&lt;br /&gt;after like 2 mins the elevator still doesn't move..&lt;br /&gt;i pressed on &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;that's to open the doors&lt;/em&gt;)..&lt;br /&gt;aba! ayaw magbukas!! (&lt;em&gt;the elevator doesn't wanna open!!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;i start to panic..&lt;br /&gt;the elevator starts to move..&lt;br /&gt;i thought that was the end of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly noticed that the light on the &lt;strong&gt;"19"&lt;/strong&gt; button was no longer there..&lt;br /&gt;so i pushed again..&lt;br /&gt;it didn't wanna light up..&lt;br /&gt;the elevator stops again..&lt;br /&gt;there goes the weird noise again and the shaking..&lt;br /&gt;i try to open the elevator doors but they don't want to open..&lt;br /&gt;as i'm about to press the &lt;strong&gt;"emergency button"&lt;/strong&gt; it starts to move again..&lt;br /&gt;i take deep breaths to relax..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i push different buttons but they all don't work..&lt;br /&gt;the elevator stopped like 4-5 times..&lt;br /&gt;each time i was about to press the &lt;strong&gt;"emergency button"&lt;/strong&gt; it would move again..&lt;br /&gt;finally i reached the &lt;strong&gt;"LG"&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;lower ground&lt;/em&gt;)..&lt;br /&gt;i waited for the doors to open but they still didn't&lt;br /&gt;i kept on pressing the open button but it didn't want to..&lt;br /&gt;finally it did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that experience freaked me out..&lt;br /&gt;as in really freaked me out..&lt;br /&gt;it took me quite sometime to stop shakin and to get my heartbeat normal again..&lt;br /&gt;i spoke to the building admin about it and asked them to check it out..&lt;br /&gt;i better lessen my caffeine intake..&lt;br /&gt;i've been drinking too much coffee lately..&lt;br /&gt;oh yah.. &lt;br /&gt;the elevator was the middle one in the low zone area..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109481010995397258?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109481010995397258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109481010995397258' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109481010995397258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109481010995397258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/09/freaked-out.html' title='fReaKed oUt'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109470447245160809</id><published>2004-09-09T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T21:34:32.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tHe seArcH cOnTinuEs</title><content type='html'>for two days straight i've been surfing the net to download mp3's of the songs i'm looking for..&lt;br /&gt;no one i know has them.. (sniff sniff)&lt;br /&gt;i wanna cry now 'coz i can't even download those %$@^*! songs (screams!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how difficult can it be to find these songs?!! (or even download them!!)&lt;br /&gt;it is so frustrating!! (rolls eyes)&lt;br /&gt;i might end up buying two whole albums just to get the 2 songs (different artists)&lt;br /&gt;if anyone reading this happens to have these songs:&lt;br /&gt;1.) "the way you do the things you do" by UB40&lt;br /&gt;2.) "games people play" by inner circle&lt;br /&gt;please! please! please! send me the mp3's (batts eyelashes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna go back to sulking now..&lt;br /&gt;this is not doing me any good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109470447245160809?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109470447245160809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109470447245160809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109470447245160809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109470447245160809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/09/search-continues.html' title='tHe seArcH cOnTinuEs'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109463434621647382</id><published>2004-09-08T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T16:31:22.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tHe viDeo..</title><content type='html'>he made me smile today..&lt;br /&gt;as in really really smile..&lt;br /&gt;if he were here..&lt;br /&gt;i would have given him a big hug..&lt;br /&gt;and squeezed him real tight!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he had actually looked for the video of "good times" by eddie brickell..&lt;br /&gt;i'd already forgotten that i wanted that video..&lt;br /&gt;he made a promise before that he would give it to me..&lt;br /&gt;i didn't really expect him to find it..&lt;br /&gt;but he did..&lt;br /&gt;and he sent it to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks squirt!! you made my day (sighs..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109463434621647382?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109463434621647382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109463434621647382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109463434621647382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109463434621647382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/09/video_109463434621647382.html' title='tHe viDeo..'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109444938635187509</id><published>2004-09-06T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T22:43:06.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HeLLo frOm tHe ToWeRs</title><content type='html'>i got to work today and saw that i received a reply email from the former headmistress of my old school.. (i didn't really expect anyone to reply to my email :p)&lt;br /&gt;it was nice to hear from her.. &lt;br /&gt;here's what she had to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Nina,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so good to hear from you. Quite a few past pupils are contacting us via the internet, Although I still teach, I am no longer Headmistress. We now have a lay Headmistress who is very good and continuing the traditions of The Towers. We are very busy at the moment preparing for the girls to return. The Towers now has its own "Friends Reunited". You can't post messages yourself, but if you send news to our technician, he will post it up with your e.mail address. His name is J.Relf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sisters send their love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sr.M.Andrew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109444938635187509?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109444938635187509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109444938635187509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109444938635187509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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cook food (&lt;em&gt;i've promised myself to stop spending so much by ordering lunch from the different restos everyday.. so instead i bring my own lunch to work&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DORY&lt;/strong&gt;.. if your reading this.. &lt;br /&gt;ikaw naman magluto ng baon natin next week!!(&lt;em&gt;your turn to cook lunch next week&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sleepy..&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go grab some shut eye before vietnamese doll, kapow and I go and watch a movie later (&lt;em&gt;or i'm gonna fall asleep again in the movie house!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ZZZzzzzz..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109420536414072397?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109402917717157740</id><published>2004-09-01T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T02:11:16.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jiNgLe beLLs</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"BER"&lt;/strong&gt;.. &lt;br /&gt;the three letters that formally say that christmas is just around the corner (septem&lt;strong&gt;BER&lt;/strong&gt;, octo&lt;strong&gt;BER&lt;/strong&gt;, novem&lt;strong&gt;BER&lt;/strong&gt; and decem&lt;strong&gt;BER&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dito sa pinas (&lt;em&gt;here in the philippines.. naakkss my translation pa!&lt;/em&gt;) , once &lt;strong&gt;"ber"&lt;/strong&gt; arrives, the air suddenly gets chilly, &lt;br /&gt;you start hearing christmas songs in the malls or playin on the radio, &lt;br /&gt;you start to see christmas wrappers and other things related to this season in the shops, streets, houses, offices (&lt;em&gt;you name the place, i bet before the end of september there is at least one object related to christmas that's on display already!&lt;/em&gt;)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the time to start making your &lt;strong&gt;"people-i-wanna-give-prezzies-to"&lt;/strong&gt; list &lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;you may start off with a whole pad paper full of names divided into "family", "friends", "officemates", "churchmates", "inaanaks" but most probably as december starts to approach, the list slowly diminishes! and only those very significant people in your life get left &lt;/em&gt;:p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this christmassy feeling's gettin to me.. &lt;br /&gt;this is what i just wrote in an email to one of my customers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Should you have any questions, feel free to reply to this email and I would be glad for &lt;strong&gt;CHRISTMAS!!&lt;/strong&gt;" (&lt;em&gt;hhuuwwwaaat!? where did that come from?!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing i proof read my emails before clicking on the send button.. &lt;br /&gt;i wonder what would have happened if i did send it by mistake (&lt;em&gt;nuninuninu&lt;/em&gt;).. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well..&lt;br /&gt;let me be the first to greet all of you bloggers out there a &lt;strong&gt;"MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;make sure yah don't fall under the "naughty" list of santa&lt;/em&gt; :p)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109402917717157740?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109402917717157740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109402917717157740' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109402917717157740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109402917717157740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/09/jingle-bells.html' title='jiNgLe beLLs'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109394179975040520</id><published>2004-08-31T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T01:43:19.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aNd whAt was tHat sUppoSe to mEan?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;got home na, good night.. sweet dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;i'm still awake.. have a pleasant sleep..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;well too bad you couldn't join us &lt;/em&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;soon!&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;actions speak louder then words so the saying goes.. good night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;-------. nyt!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guys.. how weird can they get?!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109394179975040520?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109386273542378903</id><published>2004-08-30T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T03:45:35.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aN anSweRed pRaYer</title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for answering my prayer..&lt;br /&gt;Please help me last until the next pay day, another 2 1/2 weeks..&lt;br /&gt;May you always bless and touch the hearts of the people in the pay-roll team so that they may give the pay early :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your child Nina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you just love it when God answers your prayers? i do :)&lt;br /&gt;had quite a busy weekend.. friday, went straight home 'coz i got a terrible headache from packing our stuff (today's our first day at our new home.. the 43rd floor.. i just love the view from my station, especially during this time (6pm) the sun has just set and the city seems so peaceful.. i just need to turn around and voila! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday, spent the better half of the day in my bed.. woke up at around 11am to find out that i was home alone again.. stayed up long enough to have lunch then went back to sleep.. woke up around 5:30 pm to go to the mall to go shopping with my sis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went on a KBG mission with pie and flo.. the target wasn't in the place he was supposed to be so while drinking our vodka ice we just made fun of the girl band that was playing that night.. got tired of listening to them sing "my nick (hhuuwwaaat? lam ko NECK yun eh!), my back, lick my ---- and my ----" so we paid for our bill and took a cab to our home away from home.. xaymaca..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after like 2 months of not hearing them play, i finally got to listen to coffe break island again.. the sad thing is that my sax guy isn't their sax guy anymore (sniff sniff) they have a new dude playin the sax.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday woke up with a major headache (note to self.. lessen the intake of alcoholic beverages if you wish to wake up with a clear mind!) went to church with the family then had a debate with my other half whether i should have a haircut or not (as in super duper short).. half of me wanted to get a haircut the other was kinda not so sure about cutting off so much hair.. asked around for advise.. then while thinking whether i should have my hair cut or not.. i fell asleep.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109386273542378903?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109386273542378903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109386273542378903' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109386273542378903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109386273542378903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/08/answered-prayer.html' title='aN anSweRed pRaYer'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109358706874409622</id><published>2004-08-26T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T00:23:41.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sAy a LitTLe pRaYer fOr me</title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all of the blessings You have given me..&lt;br /&gt;Please give me the strength that I need to get through each day..&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah.. please let the HR-Payroll people have the heart to give our pay early..&lt;br /&gt;I am really broke and I won't last till next week..&lt;br /&gt;I promise to be a better steward..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your child Nina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109325704759910080</id><published>2004-08-23T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T03:30:47.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aKo aY iSaNg mUsHroOm</title><content type='html'>i am like a mushroom..&lt;br /&gt;like a mushroom, i just happen to appear when you (or i) least expect to appear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after probably 5 months of being absent from my cell group, i was finally dragged by mabel to attend.. (thanks mabel for dragging me :) i had a great time catching up on things with you guys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out i wasn't the only member missing in action for quite sometime.. ahem! dheng?! hehehe atleast you're in the recovery room now.. i'm still stuck in the ICU :( how saaaaddd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here's a pik taken last sunday at chuch after CG:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/CellGroup1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top (L-R): Pam, Ado and Dheng&lt;br /&gt;bottom (L-R): Ruth, Mabel, Frances and Meeh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109325704759910080?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109325704759910080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109325704759910080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109325704759910080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109325704759910080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/08/ako-ay-isang-mushroom.html' title='aKo aY iSaNg mUsHroOm'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109299341682384613</id><published>2004-08-20T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T02:16:56.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tHe weEkeNd is heRe!!</title><content type='html'>friday.. one of my 7 favourite days of the week! (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;the week went by so fast, next thing i'll know it's christmas already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't have much to say (my life has been pretty boring this week.. no fights.. no annoying people.. no "kilig moments")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah.. there is one thing that happened.. the guy from the 40th floor.. to cut the story short i saved him from getting squashed by the elevator.. he's a cutie.. (blush)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and were getting kicked out of the 44th.. we'll be moving to the 43rd by next week (others nanaman ang APAC).. NA needs the space for the additional heads they're hiring.. so it's APAC and IT on the move again.. the plus about it is that we got bigger and more spacious work stations (i got the station hidden in the corner and my back to the terrace.. yes.. we have a terrace.. i just hope they open the sliding doors!) and we'll have more space to play basketball!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all i have to say for today.. happy weekend to all!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109299341682384613?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109299341682384613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109299341682384613' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109299341682384613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109299341682384613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/08/weekend-is-here.html' title='tHe weEkeNd is heRe!!'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109291045879749457</id><published>2004-08-19T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T03:14:18.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yOu mAke mY heArt meLt..</title><content type='html'>absolutely happy and no one's gonna burst my bubble!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy! happy! happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La! La! La!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks God for giving me a reason to be happy again :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109291045879749457?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109291045879749457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109291045879749457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109291045879749457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109291045879749457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/08/you-make-my-heart-melt.html' title='yOu mAke mY heArt meLt..'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109282380163531244</id><published>2004-08-18T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T03:10:01.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One tOotH LeSs</title><content type='html'>i am currently not feeling good at all..&lt;br /&gt;i am one tooth less..&lt;br /&gt;got my molar removed..&lt;br /&gt;it broke when i ate a steak at W.. (aint eating there again!)&lt;br /&gt;good thing it's the one at the back so people won't really notice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like my other tooth is about to fall out..&lt;br /&gt;the dentist had to loosen it to pull out the other one..&lt;br /&gt;hopefully it "re-attaches" itself again soon..&lt;br /&gt;this pain is killing me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been eating ice cream the whole day to make it numb..&lt;br /&gt;can't chew properly..&lt;br /&gt;and that makes me sad..&lt;br /&gt;i love to eat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to watch The Village later..&lt;br /&gt;didn't get to watch it last friday coz the line to the movie was like so long..&lt;br /&gt;i better take a pain reliever..&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats the pain of a tooth ache!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109282380163531244?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109282380163531244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109282380163531244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109282380163531244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109282380163531244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/08/one-tooth-less.html' title='One tOotH LeSs'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109264740311475108</id><published>2004-08-16T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T02:10:03.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Xaymaca..dentist.. party</title><content type='html'>went to xaymaca last friday..&lt;br /&gt;brownman revival was on stage again (man they really can play)..&lt;br /&gt;still got an LSS from them..&lt;br /&gt;"maling akala" originally sang by the EHeads..&lt;br /&gt;they made a reggae version of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know how i can stand all the smoke from that place..&lt;br /&gt;must be extreme love for reggae that keeps me going back and back.. (or the cute musicians :p)&lt;br /&gt;either way.. i just love that place..&lt;br /&gt;i can forget all my problems and just dance and sing the night away..&lt;br /&gt;i just wish they (Brownman) would sing more bob marley songs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday, ongpin was my destination..&lt;br /&gt;went to princetons' house to visit with pie and at the same time had wendy (his wife) fix my teeth for me.. (nagpapasta po ako)&lt;br /&gt;i tasted the most delicious siopao, siomai and hakaw i had ever eaten..&lt;br /&gt;till now my mouth is still watering every time i think about it (yum yum)&lt;br /&gt;i can't forget the burning sensation on my lips from the chili..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after our appointment with wendy, we went straight to the office to meet up ith cathy..&lt;br /&gt;it rained so hard (maraming blessings si momi jay)&lt;br /&gt;at around 11, we got to momi jays' (the beef strogganoff was sooooo heavenly)&lt;br /&gt;went home at around 5 am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday.. went to the 10 am service..&lt;br /&gt;ate lunch out with mom and my sister..&lt;br /&gt;slept the whole afternoon..&lt;br /&gt;woke up just to eat dinner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now i have a splitting headache (i think i need another dose of xaymaca)&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna watch collateral with cathy later at Metro East..&lt;br /&gt;i have a craving for Mc Donalds french fries..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LSS "Maling Akala"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May mga kumakalat na balita&lt;br /&gt;(Na ang misis ni kuwan ay madaling makakuha/&lt;br /&gt;Na ang kaligtasa'y madaling makuha)&lt;br /&gt;Bago maniwala mag-isip-isip ka muna&lt;br /&gt;Marami ang namatay sa maling akala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;'Di mo na kailangang magalinlangan&lt;br /&gt;Kung tama ang gagawin mo&lt;br /&gt;Basta't huwag kalimutang magdahan-dahan&lt;br /&gt;Kung 'di sigurado sa kalalabasan,&lt;br /&gt;kalalabasan ng binabalak mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Maliit na butas lumalaki,konting gusot dumarami&lt;br /&gt;Hindi mo maibabaon sa limot at bahala&lt;br /&gt;Kapag nabulag ka-hah-ng maling akala&lt;br /&gt;Nasa'n na ba ako?&lt;br /&gt;Kaninong kama 'to?&lt;br /&gt;Ilang ulit na bang nagigising sa ibang kwarto?&lt;br /&gt;Naglalayas sa bahay akala madali ang buhay&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon ay nagsisi dahil 'di nakapagtapos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109264740311475108?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109264740311475108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109264740311475108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109264740311475108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109264740311475108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/08/xaymacadentist-party.html' title='Xaymaca..dentist.. party'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109238432578182226</id><published>2004-08-13T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T01:05:25.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nO oNe cAn sTop uS</title><content type='html'>Rule number so and so in our office:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no employee is allowed to bring in any electronic device/ equipment without the proper approval from I.T" (that would mean cameras.. CD players.. and stuff like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that still doesn't stop us from taking picures because.. tantantantan.. thank God for cellphones with built in cameras! (ahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got into this photo session craze during one of those "low volume" hours in our shift.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what happens when you put together a cellphone, a blue tooth and a couple of willing models:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/3marias.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS English Girls say "cheeezzzeee!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/CathyPie.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out cathy and pie in their girly girly pose :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/ninajik.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jik and me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/jikgins.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gino and his "popeye" look and Jik &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/Modeldaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you see my PC? can you see my PC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that was fun huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll be off to xaymaca again later (yippeeee!!)&lt;br /&gt;but first i'm gonna watch a movie with cathy and pie (the village.. hope it doesn't freak me out)&lt;br /&gt;then tomorrow, off to see the dentist of princetons' dreams (ehehe.. wendy his wife)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we plan to drop by xaymaca again tomorrow just to listen to the first set of coffee break island before we go to momi jay's party (whew! one busy weekend!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109238432578182226?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109238432578182226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>tHe "not too happy" tHingY</title><content type='html'>have you ever been told not to be "too" happy 'coz sadness comes right after that? i have.. in fact i've also told others that as a joke and i've practiced that thought too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember last summer on my way to boracay, we (me, clyde, benz and meng) were all excited that we couldn't keep still.. sa office palang, we kept on talking about what we would do there once we got to bora.. but despite the fact that i was overflowing with happiness and excitement i kept on repeating in my mind not to be "too" happy or something might happen on the way that could burst my bubble..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i kept my excitement at bay.. on the way to the pier i could feel it growing in me.. on the boat as we were slowly nearing the island, my heart felt like it would explode if i didn't jump up and down with joy.. i'm surprised that i was even able to get some sleep.. well, finally i was able to set my feet on the white sand of bora.. at last i able to release it.. i jumped around and waved my arms in the air! hehehe at last.. i got to my destination.. i felt like i was then able to feel the complete happiness of the trip..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know when i started to be like that (follow the "don't be too happy or else thingy") i guess i'm like this based on experience, or maybe i'm doing it subconsciously.. like i would be too happy and expect something then BANG! wala na.. i get hurt or disappointed.. this way of mine has become a protective shell.. it protects me from getting disappointed by not expecting too much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't not feel excited when i'm expecting something but at least i keep the feeling at bay.. it's like i cage that feeling 'till i'm ready to release it (in this case, when i actually get what i want or reach where i wanna be)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i've blogged enough for today.. i wonder if i made any sense (scratches head) i'll go and day dream now and try not to be "too" happy about what he said..(sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics from my bora trip last april (i didn't get to post them before):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/bora3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(soaking up some sunshine on the deck)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/bora4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(can't wait to get off the boat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/bora2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(lazing about on the beach)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/bora8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(clyde and me showin off our "semi-golden" tan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/bora9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(peek-a-boo with bora locals)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/bora7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(after the indio-i reggae concert)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/bora6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(we're leavin on a jet plane..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109228410326674478?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109228410326674478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109228410326674478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109228410326674478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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divertion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ebaumsworld.com"&gt;Ebaumsworld&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recommended Games:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubble Trouble&lt;br /&gt;Home Run&lt;br /&gt;Tontie&lt;br /&gt;Helicopter&lt;br /&gt;Duck Hunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109221317660355010?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109221317660355010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109221317660355010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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but it seems that i had it only for a moment.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after the text incident i had with "him" last saturday, i decided to block "him" from my IM list.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i blocked "him".. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah for like 30 mins.! (di ko rin natiis :p) ehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like "he" had time to think and to consult others about what i asked "him" last saturday 'coz when i signed in earlier, "he" apologized and said that "he" didn't reply 'coz naubusan sya ng load (kung alam ko lang eh di sana nag pasa load ako sa kanya diba?!! ehehehe) "he" brought the topic up and started off where we left..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling ko nagf-fishing sya.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kasi yung mga tanong niya sakin eh mga "read between the lines" kinda questions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakachat ko din yung isang friend niya (isa pang fisherman!)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"his" friend kept on asking about me and "him"..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kamusta na daw kami..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and kung ano na daw kami..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I said we were ok and that me and "him" were friends..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tapos he told me na mabait si "him" and asked kung yun din ang tingin ko..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sabi ko that "he" seems like the nice type but i wouldn't really know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then "he" IM's me and askes if "he" could come over to OSMA to visit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and this is what i said "dadalaw ka sakin? bakit.. my sakit ako?" (like duh!! someone please bonk me on the head for saying that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so "he" took that as a 'No' even though deep inside i was screaming 'YEESSSS'.. lemme just go and bang my head first.. there.. much better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i started the ball rolling, let's see where it takes us.. it's time to follow &lt;a href="http://loneliestperson.blogspot.com/"&gt;Summer's&lt;/a&gt; advice (thanks girl!) "let him run after you now.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109212636420124770?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109212636420124770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109212636420124770' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109212636420124770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109212636420124770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/08/spark-of-light.html' title='A sPaRk oF LiGhT'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109202684871488031</id><published>2004-08-09T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T21:51:24.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a GrAndMoTheR aT 22 aNd moRe..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me a grandmother at the age of 22? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well as much as i would like to deny it.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am a grandmother to a handsome 3 week old baby boy!!&lt;br /&gt;So you're all probably wondering how that could happen.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Filipinos by nature have very close family ties and our relatives can reach up to the nth degree.. this is how i became a grandmother/tita (try to understand the connection.. i kinda get lost at times): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My grandmother (my mom's mom) has an older sister who gave birth to a daughter (nanay natty) making nanay natty my mom's cousin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nanay natty then gave birth to a son (uncle j) making uncle j my mom's nephew (my cousin). Uncle j got married to tita josephine and they had a child (jojo). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jojo is then my nephew and he got married to mel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mel gave birth to gabriel paul.. that makes him my grandchild! ehehehe.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but that's just half of the story.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am a grandmother/tita.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm an aunt on my dad's side.. dad's sister is tita josephine.. kinda complicated huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The weekend was more of a Family Reunion weekend.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;saturday, we went to las pinas to attend kuya norman's wedding and yes, my eyes kept on wondering around.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i spotted a couple of potential men (wink wink). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sunday was gabriel paul's christening.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we went to novaliches for the celebration.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was fun to see my cousins again (dad's side) we rarely have these get togethers and i'm looking forward to the next wedding or christening to meet up with all of them again (hmm.. i wonder who's next)..&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;we all have our ups and downs.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my first part of the blog was the "ups" in my weekend.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and now for the down part.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i finally got the nerve to follow cathy's advice.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and obviously i'm not talking bout it as an "up" part..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* after he suggested that i drop by his appartment if i didn't wanna go to the wedding to baby sit:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nina :&lt;/strong&gt; thanks for the offer, i'll keep that in mind.. i have a question for you.. what do u think of girls who r straight forward?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; well for me mas ok.. the girl can stand on her own.. walang pakeme.. y did you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nina:&lt;/strong&gt; i just wanted to know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; often we also get intimidated..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nina:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, i thought so.. y would you get intimidated? wouldn't you be flattered that the girl liked you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* end of discussion.. he never replied back.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as cathy said "if they don't reply.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;most probably it's not the answer you're lookin for.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he's probably too shy to hurt my feelings.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109202684871488031?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109202684871488031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109202684871488031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109202684871488031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109202684871488031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/08/grandmother-at-22-and-more.html' title='a GrAndMoTheR aT 22 aNd moRe..'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109202590903658538</id><published>2004-08-06T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T21:31:49.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WeT to ThE bOneS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the second time in my whole 1 1/2 yrs of working here.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was late..&lt;br /&gt;darn rain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good thing i'm off to xaymaca.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that should make me feel better.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have'nt been there for quite sometime..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i always cheer up when i'm there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hope i have moolah on my birthday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i can have my party there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109202590903658538?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109202590903658538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109202590903658538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109202590903658538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109202590903658538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/08/wet-to-bones.html' title='WeT to ThE bOneS'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109177585910145011</id><published>2004-08-05T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T00:04:19.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nOtHinG inTerEstiNg hApPenEd</title><content type='html'>did the usual stuff at work..&lt;br /&gt;didn't loose my temper at anyone..&lt;br /&gt;JT sent me some mp3's..&lt;br /&gt;listened to them during the shift..&lt;br /&gt;i liked "i'll remember" by Madonna the most..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say good-bye to not knowing when&lt;br /&gt;the truth in my whole life began&lt;br /&gt;Say good-bye to not knowing how to cry&lt;br /&gt;you taught me that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'll remember the strength that&lt;br /&gt;you gave me&lt;br /&gt;Now that i'm standing on my own&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember the way that you saved&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside i was a child&lt;br /&gt;that could not mend a broken wing&lt;br /&gt;Outside i look for a way&lt;br /&gt;to teach my heart to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned to let go of the illusion&lt;br /&gt;that we can posses&lt;br /&gt;I learned to let go. i'll travel in&lt;br /&gt;stillness&lt;br /&gt;And i'll remember happiness&lt;br /&gt;i'll remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::. .::.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on our way home..&lt;br /&gt;Cathy made me realize something..&lt;br /&gt;life is too short to wait..&lt;br /&gt;if want something, we go out and get it..&lt;br /&gt;if we like someone..&lt;br /&gt;we let them know..&lt;br /&gt;we live with the answer they would give us..&lt;br /&gt;whether they feel the same way or not..&lt;br /&gt;if they do feel the same way, good then..&lt;br /&gt;if not, then move on and not waste anymore time on them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109177585910145011?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109177585910145011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109177585910145011' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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a really terrible headache when this veeerrryyy irritating guard stopped me to ask if i had a clearance for my discman?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got real pissed at him that i had to give him a taste of my "bitchiness" (i'm usually very nice to them mind you.. it's just this particular one.. i've never liked him.. ever since i first saw him).. he asked me if i had a clearance for my discman (take note.. he was stammering while asking me that) and i go what do i need a clearance for? i've been bringing that discman with me to the office ever since time immemorial (ok! ok! i'm exaggerating) well anyway he says that i need a clearance to bring in my discman to the office 'coz it's supposedly an electronic device.. i go "HHUUWWAAAATT!! so you mean to say that i also need to get a clearance for my cellphone 'coz that too is an electronic device!!" he goes "well ma'am no, cellphones are exempted 'coz we understand that they are needed" (like i don't need my discman! don't they know that it provides me with entertainment to and from the office!!) After i just turned my back on him and tapped my foot waiting for the elevator while making sounds indicating that i was annoyed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i get to the office today and I know that he would still be the guard on duty so what i did was (just to piss him off) I used my discman and made sure that the music was reeeaaallyyy loud.. I had my bag inspected by him (i was still using my discman) and then walked right into the office (never once did i glance at him!!) I also got a clearance for that damn thing just so that if he stops me again and asks if I have one, I have a clearance to shove up his throat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet everyone from my office would agree that there is this one guard that is sooooooo annoying!! He is soooo strict that sometimes it just gets on everyone's nerves! Is he like power tripping or something?!! He better think twice.. he doesn't know what kind of people he is dealing with.. yeah yeah.. he's just doin his job.. but what about the other guards? we don't complain about them.. it just goes to show that he's taking "just doin his job" way too far!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109160817685085953?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109160817685085953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109160817685085953' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109160817685085953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109160817685085953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/08/what-do-you-mean-i-need-clearance.html' title='wHat dO yOu mEan i NeEd a cLeaRanCe?!!'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109152363944943308</id><published>2004-08-03T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T02:00:39.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pSycHo PaRt 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hi Nina,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thx for your reply , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will allways mail u as a customer of the product for some querys &amp; problems &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But what I want is 2 be a friend ,&lt;br /&gt;That's the resion I mailed u my personal email id, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so that I can hv a very good friend &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Awaiitng your reply &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rohan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109152363944943308?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109152363944943308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109152363944943308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109152363944943308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109152363944943308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/08/psycho-part-2.html' title='pSycHo PaRt 2'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109152293648436590</id><published>2004-08-02T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T01:56:45.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A rEasOn tO cELeBraTe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to the gym with cathy last saturday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and this is what i did:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;did &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; sets of &lt;strong&gt;30&lt;/strong&gt; crunches each on the ab machine..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;spent &lt;strong&gt;10&lt;/strong&gt; minutes on the rowing machine..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;spent &lt;strong&gt;10&lt;/strong&gt; minutes on the treadmill..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;spent &lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt; minutes stretching those bones..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;spent &lt;strong&gt;10&lt;/strong&gt; minutes surfing the net..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;spent &lt;strong&gt;45&lt;/strong&gt; minutes watching the boxing game..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we had lunch at a coffee shop..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had a &lt;strong&gt;roast beef sandwich&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;fries&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;iced tea&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cathy had a &lt;strong&gt;chicken sandwich something&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;buko shake&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;took an FX going to Cubao..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at the back of my head i was thinking of getting off at santolan to ride the LRT to get to cubao..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then suddenly i realized that we didn't need to ride the LRT to get to cubao '&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;coz we were already riding an FX going to cubao (duh!!) (parang ang dami atang "cubao")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;spent like&lt;strong&gt; 2&lt;/strong&gt; hours going through the &lt;strong&gt;books&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;national bookstore&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ended up &lt;strong&gt;buying 2 books&lt;/strong&gt; for only &lt;strong&gt;40 bucks&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cathy also got 2 books (dunno how much hers costs) (that reminds me.. i still owe her.. hehehe.. gotta pay up!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;took an MRT to go to robinsons appartelle..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;birthday bash of trisha, bebang, jules, jubes and miggs..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;got there at around 5..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to the grocery with them to get food for the party..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/trishbday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"cathy, me and benz eating hotdogs"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went home at 10 with cathy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;too bad we had to go home early..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me and cathy were already too pooped from the day's events to party..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i know it would have been fun..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Macromedia parties always are :)&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;Went to church on sunday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;slept the rest of the day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now another &lt;strong&gt;5 days&lt;/strong&gt; left 'till saturday again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109152293648436590?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109152293648436590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109152293648436590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109152293648436590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109152293648436590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/08/reason-to-celebrate.html' title='A rEasOn tO cELeBraTe'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109118076026015641</id><published>2004-07-30T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T02:46:00.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pSyChO</title><content type='html'>a letter from a customer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Nina&lt;br /&gt;Thx , GR8 news my "product" is now running like a horse in a durbe My problem is solved. &lt;br /&gt;Thx Nina , for the quick response .&lt;br /&gt;It was a pleasure talking 2 u , &amp; I would go a head , being in touch with u as a friend. &lt;br /&gt;Can I plz have your personal E-mail id? &lt;br /&gt;Plz find my e-mail id: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(he gave his email address)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I will expect your reply , Thx a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rohan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visualizer&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhmm.. di naman sya masyado demanding noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109118076026015641?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109118076026015641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109118076026015641' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109118076026015641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109118076026015641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/07/psycho.html' title='pSyChO'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109117996727760433</id><published>2004-07-29T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T02:42:02.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hAtE LetTeR</title><content type='html'>i had to retype this all over again!! most probably blogger didn't want me to post the first one 'coz it was reeking with too much anger (hahaha!) well, here's a more suttle version of it: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think you are? &lt;br /&gt;Do you think that you are better then us? (huh?! huh?!) &lt;br /&gt;You think your ALL HIGH AND MIGHTY don't you?! &lt;br /&gt;Well here's a reality check for you bitch!! &lt;br /&gt;EARTH TO MORON! EARTH TO MORON!! &lt;br /&gt;You are just a PATHETIC! "LOST CASE"! LOSER!!! (the most pathetic among pathetics! the lost case among the lost cases and the loser of the losers!! in short.. you are SHIT!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww.. did i just hurt your poor little bitty ego? &lt;br /&gt;GOOD!! You deserve it!! &lt;br /&gt;I hate you sooooo much!! &lt;br /&gt;I can actually visualize the duct tape over your mouth!! (and it looks good on you by the way) &lt;br /&gt;If hate had a smell.. I would be reeking with its scent and most probably you would smell it a mile away!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should actually be thankful fart face 'coz i'm not the type who picks fights.. &lt;br /&gt;i find it veeerryy degrading.. &lt;br /&gt;Here's a little advise for you butt crack "GET A LIFE!! YOUR OWN LIFE!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109117996727760433?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109117996727760433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109117996727760433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109117996727760433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109117996727760433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/07/hate-letter.html' title='hAtE LetTeR'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109107642228812635</id><published>2004-07-28T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T21:47:02.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>woRk rELatEd pRanKs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Office Dares:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whoever has the most points by the end of the day WINS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE POINT DARE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) Run one lap around the office at top speed. &lt;br /&gt;2) Groan out loud in the toilet cubicle (at least one other non-player must be in the toilet at the time). &lt;br /&gt;3) Ignore the first five people who say 'good morning' to you. &lt;br /&gt;4) Phone someone in the office you barely know, leave your name and say, “Just called to say I can't talk right now. Bye." &lt;br /&gt;5) To signal the end of a conversation, clamp your hands over your ears and grimace. &lt;br /&gt;6) Someone hands you a piece of paper, finger it, and whisper huskily, "Mmmmmmm, that feels soooooo good!". &lt;br /&gt;7) Leave your zipper open for one hour. If anyone points it out, say, "Sorry, I really prefer it this way". &lt;br /&gt;8) Walk sideways to the photocopier. &lt;br /&gt;9) While riding in an elevator, gasp dramatically every time the doors open. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THREE POINTS DARES &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) Say to your boss, "I like your style" and shoot him with double-barreled fingers. &lt;br /&gt;2) Babble incoherently at a fellow employee then ask, "Did you get all that, I don't want to have to repeat it". &lt;br /&gt;3) Page yourself over the intercom (do not disguise your voice). &lt;br /&gt;4) Kneel in front of the water cooler and drink directly from the nozzle(there must be a 'non-player' within sight). &lt;br /&gt;5) Shout random numbers while someone is counting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIVE POINT DARES &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) At the end of a meeting, suggest that, for once, it would be nice to conclude with the singing of the national anthem (extra points if you actually launch into it yourself). &lt;br /&gt;2) Walk into a very busy person's office and while they watch you with growing irritation, turn the light switch on/off 10 times. &lt;br /&gt;3) For an hour, refer to everyone you speak to as "Bob". &lt;br /&gt;4) Announce to everyone in a meeting that you "really have to go do a number two". &lt;br /&gt;5) After every sentence, say 'Mon' in a really bad Jamaican accent. As in, "The report's on your desk, Mon". Keep this up for one hour. &lt;br /&gt;6) While an office mate is out, move their chair into the elevator. &lt;br /&gt;7) In a meeting or crowded situation, slap your forehead repeatedly and mutter, "Shut up, damn it, all of you just shut up!". &lt;br /&gt;8) At lunchtime, get down on your knees and announce, "As God is my witness, I'll never go hungry again". &lt;br /&gt;9) In a colleague's diary, write in 10am: "See how I look in tights". &lt;br /&gt;10) Carry your keyboard over to your colleague and ask "You wanna trade?". &lt;br /&gt;11) Repeat the following conversation 10 times to the same person: "Do you hear that?" "What?" "Never mind, it's gone now". &lt;br /&gt;12) Come to work in army fatigues and when asked why, say, "I can't talk about it". &lt;br /&gt;13) Posing as a maitre d', call a colleague and tell him he's won a lunch for four at a local restaurant. Let him go. &lt;br /&gt;14) Speak with an accent (French, German, Porky Pig, etc) during a very important conference call. &lt;br /&gt;15) Find the vacuum and start vacuuming around your desk. &lt;br /&gt;16) Hang a two-foot long piece of toilet roll from the back of your pants and act genuinely surprised when someone points it out. &lt;br /&gt;17) Present meeting attendees with a cup of coffee and biscuit; smash each biscuit with your fist. &lt;br /&gt;18) During the course of a meeting, slowly edge your chair towards the door. &lt;br /&gt;19) Arrange toy figures on the table to represent each meeting attendee, move them according to the movements of their real-life counterparts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And if that wasn't enough for you... How to keep a healthy level of insanity: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) At lunchtime, sit in your parked car with sunglasses on and point a hairdryer at passing cars. See if they slow down. &lt;br /&gt;2) Tell your children over dinner. "Due to the economy, we are going to have to let one of you go." &lt;br /&gt;3) Every time someone asks you to do something, ask if they want fries with that. &lt;br /&gt;4) Put your rubbish bin on your desk and label it "IN." &lt;br /&gt;5) Put decaf in the coffee maker for 3 weeks. Once everyone has gotten over his or her caffeine addictions, switch to espresso. &lt;br /&gt;6) In the subject field for all your e-mails, write "FOR SEXUAL FAVORS". &lt;br /&gt;7) Finish all your sentences with "In accordance with the prophecy." &lt;br /&gt;8) Don’t use any punctuation &lt;br /&gt;9) As often as possible, skip rather than walk. &lt;br /&gt;10) Ask people what sex they are. Laugh hysterically after they answer. &lt;br /&gt;11) Specify that your drive-through order is "to go." &lt;br /&gt;12) Sing along at the opera. &lt;br /&gt;13) Go to a poetry recital and ask why the poems don't rhyme. &lt;br /&gt;14) Put mosquito netting around your work area. Play a tape of jungle sounds all day. &lt;br /&gt;15) Five days in advance, tell your friends you can't attend their party because you're not in the mood. &lt;br /&gt;16) Have your co-workers address you by your wrestling name, Rock Hard. &lt;br /&gt;17) When the money comes out of the ATM, scream "I Won! I Won! 3rd time this week!!!" &lt;br /&gt;18) When leaving the zoo, start running towards the parking lot yelling, "Run for your lives, they're loose!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now who wants to play?! hehehe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109107642228812635?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109107642228812635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109107642228812635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109107642228812635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109107642228812635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/07/work-related-pranks.html' title='woRk rELatEd pRanKs'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109090438612299274</id><published>2004-07-27T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T21:59:46.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AaaChoO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;cough.. cough.. cough..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sniff.. sniff.. sniff..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this weather sure is a bummer..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's been raining like for a week now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats why i'm like this sick dog coughing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh well.. sorry nalang and pasensya sa mga mahahawa sakin.. atleast magiginig "in" kayo sa uso ngayon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food last friday was absolutley delicious..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a 9 course or was it an 8 course meal (can't really remember)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the cold cuts were yummy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had chicken and asparagus..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mushroom and cabbage..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pigeon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;crab..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chicken something..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the others i really didn't know what they were actually made off..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they just tasted good..so i ate them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;got rained on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday morning..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i woke up with a terrible headache and fever..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stayed home the whole day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;slept and finished reading "kingmakers sword"..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;got promised by someone that he would bring me to their province to eat BULALO!! (drools at the thought of eating it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't expect him to keep that promise though..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he's all talk..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;still sick and stuck at home..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;slept and slept..didn't bother to get out of bed (well, only when needed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;present time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stuffy nose and terrible headache..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can't wait to get home..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh no.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just remembered i have a reunion to go to later..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh well.. i guess i can find a bed there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109090438612299274?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109090438612299274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109090438612299274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109090438612299274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109090438612299274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/07/aaachoo.html' title='AaaChoO'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109048703972043058</id><published>2004-07-22T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T02:06:13.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tHe pOweR frOm wiThin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;YES! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;another pat on the back for me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;once again, i was able to suppress the urge to IM him first..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not only that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when he did IM me to ask if something was wrong..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i didn't go into all the details so that he would "comfort" me like i used to..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;check this out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[08:09:51 AM] ddarth_ass: hey...wat wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[08:09:57 AM] ddarth_ass: hus bothering u?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[08:11:22 AM] nina©..shoo fly don't bother me&amp;nbsp;: nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh well, i'm starting to feel better now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as the song of Madonna goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Are you wasting my time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;are you just being kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh no baby my love isn't blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Are you wasting my time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;are you just being kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Don't go givin' me one of your lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Say what you mean, mean what you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Don't go and throw our love away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;God strike me dead if I did you wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is not a love song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;that's my song for him :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7023986-109048703972043058?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109048703972043058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109048703972043058' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109048703972043058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109048703972043058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/07/power-from-within.html' title='tHe pOweR frOm wiThin...'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109040402449021428</id><published>2004-07-21T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T03:00:24.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ThiNgS fOr me To buY tOdaY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i went to sleep in the rec room..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wore my hood over my&amp;nbsp;head protectively&amp;nbsp;so that i don't get those "lines" on my face..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i woke up after an hour..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i saw my face in the mirror..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;despite the fact that my face was supposedly protected using the hood..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had "lines" on my face.. (what a give away that i was sleeping! at least i didn't have drool though! hahaha :p)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* note to self.. don't set the alarm exactly as the break ends.. leave at least 5 mins to get your body ready for work again or else you get a heart beating so fast and messed up thoughts (i was like.. uhhmm.. ahh.. where am i? what am i doing here!?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll need to pass by the mall today..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i need to buy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- seamless __________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- a nice, elegant clip to tie my hair with for friday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- anything else worth buying (those are the two main things i need to buy anyway..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanna congratulate myself and give myself a pat on the back..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the only reason why i come in early is so that i could chat with "him"..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this time, i didn't sign in as soon as i came..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he didn't IM me.. i suppressed the urge to IM him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he texted me after lunch..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i replied after an hour..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think i'm improving when it comes to self control..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he must realize&amp;nbsp;that i'm not a play thing.. (naks! ang lalim!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will do the same tomorrow.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will let him feel that i've changed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now i must leave..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's 6 pm already..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i need to go to the mall..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ciao!&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/7023986-109040402449021428?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109040402449021428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109040402449021428' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109040402449021428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109040402449021428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/07/things-for-me-to-buy-today.html' title='ThiNgS fOr me To buY tOdaY'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109031437733505543</id><published>2004-07-20T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T02:06:17.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ThE eNtRanCinG kiSs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="entrancing" src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/ghettokitty/1047299736_entrancing.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have an entrancing kiss ~ the kind that leaves &lt;br /&gt;your partner bedazzled and maybe even feeling&lt;br /&gt;that he is dreaming.&amp;nbsp; Quite effective; the kiss &lt;br /&gt;that never lessens and always blows your &lt;br /&gt;partner away like the first time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ghettokitty/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20kiss%20are%20you%3F/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What kind of kiss are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109031437733505543?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109031437733505543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109031437733505543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109031437733505543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109031437733505543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/07/entrancing-kiss.html' title='ThE eNtRanCinG kiSs'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-109021985325586802</id><published>2004-07-19T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T23:53:48.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mY tHoUGhts aT RaNdoM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok.. today is monday.. i'm sitting in front of my pc at work eating lunch.. watchin as ants lazily walk around on my table.. as if daring me to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SQUASH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; them!! &lt;br /&gt;where are these ants coming from!!? i know i spend a lot of time eating at my station but i am very careful so that i don't drop crumbs around.. i don't throw my excess food or styros in the trash bin under my table.. i go all the way to the pantry just&amp;nbsp;to throw it there.. so where the heck are these ants coming from!!? and they're not just any ants.. they're the small, red ones that really hurt and itch when they bite!! oh well, i guess i need to buy me some anti ant spray.. &lt;br /&gt;enough of the ants.. i won't give them the pleasure of knowing that they're buggin me :p hehehe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately my friends (&lt;em&gt;those in a relationship&lt;/em&gt;) have been trying to set me up with different people (&lt;em&gt;i wonder why they think that it is &lt;strong&gt;sooo important&lt;/strong&gt; that they see me happily in a relationship with someone&lt;/em&gt;).. but unfortunately for various reasons.. none of them have worked out.. well at least, none of them passed my "standards" i guess that's why up to now, after 2 years, ready to move on i'm still not in a relationship.. i'm a very choosy person, ika nga "pihikan ako".. no one has yet matched Lek.. everyone i've dated lately (&lt;em&gt;those that have been introduced to me by friends&lt;/em&gt;)&amp;nbsp;are totally the opposite of what i'm looking for in a guy (&lt;em&gt;well, ok, ok.. in the physical sense&lt;/em&gt;) but in all total fairness, some at least have sense to talk to.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's true.. what you want is sometimes not really for you therefore it is not given to you.. no matter how much you want someone or something.. if it's not ment for you.. it's not.. there is this one person though.. but i can't seem to understand him.. the signals he gives out are so confusing.. he would be all sweet and stuff, say that he wants to go out and all, bring me here.. bring me there.. then when i say "ok, that would be nice" he suddenly stops! freezes! now what's up with him?! i try not to get my hopes up on him, sometimes i would be the one to distance myself.. let him make the first move.. then once again the cycle begins.. sweet then cold.. was i really that bad in my first relationship to deserve this? to have my feelings played around with by someone i wish i had but seems to be so&amp;nbsp;far off.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't get me wrong.. i love being single.. it has its advantages.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. i had dinner with zha, matt and matt's cousin pj last saturday at fazzolis.. i love pasta.. sunday, spent most of the time sleeping and reading.. woke up at around 2 pm (originally woke up at around 6 am then i would read &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Magician"&lt;/span&gt; it's a great book by Raymond Feist, then go back to sleep, then wake up, then fall asleep again).. met up at 5pm with a friend to watch &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ARTHUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(some said that it was crappy.. i dunno.. i sort of liked it.. i love anything that deals with medieval times.. thats why i had to watch it despite the negative criticisms that it received from some people) after watching the movie, we had dinner.. when i got home.. i started reading again and didn't put down the book 'till i reached the end.. finally went to sleep at around 3 am.. right now.. feeling crabby and sleepy.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-109021985325586802?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109021985325586802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=109021985325586802' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109021985325586802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/109021985325586802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/07/my-thoughts-at-random.html' title='mY tHoUGhts aT RaNdoM'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-108996785109698499</id><published>2004-07-16T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T01:52:34.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DoWn to tHe LaSt cEnT..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;its another rainy friday afternoon.. we just got our pay yesterday but right now i'm a broker.. it's like i'm workin just to pay off bills and stuff.. i do admit that i do spend alot.. i love to pamper myself.. go to the spa.. get a massage.. get my nails done.. go shopping.. eat out with friends.. i guess i have no right to complain coz i know where my money is going! hehehe.. &lt;br /&gt;i watched a movie (mean girls) with cathy and pie.. it's a chick flick but it was soooo funny! i had such a fun time watching it.. this is one of those movies that you could watch over and over again and still make you laugh.. here are some quotes from the movie that gave me a real laugh: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:: Mean Girl Quotes ::.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cady:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, there must be something you're good at. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karen:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, there is this one thing, it's like I have a fifth sense. It's like I have ESPN or something? My breasts can always tell when it's raining. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gretchen:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm sorry that people are so jealous of me, but I can't help it that I'm so popular! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regina:&lt;/strong&gt; I love your skirt! Where'd you get it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl:&lt;/strong&gt; It's my mom's old skirt from the '80s. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regina:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, vintage,so adorable &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl:&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regina:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;[after girl walks away]&lt;/em&gt; That is the ugliest effing skirt I have ever seen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Duvall:&lt;/strong&gt; There is a serious problem here and we're going to solve it right now. I'll keep you here all night if I have to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Secretary:&lt;/strong&gt; We can only keep them until four. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Duvall:&lt;/strong&gt; I will keep you here until four. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karen:&lt;/strong&gt; If you're from Africa, why are you white? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gretchen:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh my God, Karen, you can't ask people why they're white. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coach Carr:&lt;/strong&gt; Don't have sex! Because you will get pregnant... and DIE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Duvall:&lt;/strong&gt; I should cancel your Spring Fling, but I'm not going to do that. We've already paid the DJ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.::&amp;nbsp; ::.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; .::&amp;nbsp; ::.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; .::&amp;nbsp; ::.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be going to the spa later.. i'm gonna get a facial and a treatment for "pink feet".. i want to look good for tomorrows meeting.. (sighs) i'll be meeting up with one of my friends from my previous account.. &lt;br /&gt;i don't know what else to blog about.. i'll leave it at that.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-108996785109698499?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/108996785109698499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=108996785109698499' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/108996785109698499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/108996785109698499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/07/down-to-last-cent.html' title='DoWn to tHe LaSt cEnT..'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-108987574552837124</id><published>2004-07-15T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T00:15:45.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WhY is VioLeNce wRoNg?</title><content type='html'>as explained by a 5 year old:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;violence are played in an orchestra..&lt;br /&gt;the orchestra is located in the lower part of a theatre..&lt;br /&gt;theatre begins with the letter "T"..&lt;br /&gt;a tee is used in golf..&lt;br /&gt;gulf is a body of water..&lt;br /&gt;but where can you get water?..&lt;br /&gt;you can get water from a restaurant..&lt;br /&gt;what do you do in a restaurant?..&lt;br /&gt;you rest..&lt;br /&gt;after you rest you left..&lt;br /&gt;the opposite of left is right..&lt;br /&gt;the opposite of right is wrong..&lt;br /&gt;therfore..&lt;br /&gt;violence is wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i heard that explanation i just had to share it and i couldn't stop laughing.. it's funny how witty and clever kids can get when you ask them to explain something.. according to dadi gibs, the 5 year old girl who once told him that is now in college and aspires to work for National Geographic.. i just love the innocent ways of a child! God Bless them (us) all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-108987574552837124?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/108987574552837124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=108987574552837124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/108987574552837124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/108987574552837124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/07/why-is-violence-wrong.html' title='WhY is VioLeNce wRoNg?'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-108979945281952501</id><published>2004-07-14T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T03:04:12.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I jUsT tUrNeD 10!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/jsimner/1062440431_ten.jpg" border="0" alt="My inner child is ten years old today"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;My inner child is ten years old!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adult world is pretty irrelevant to me. Whether&lt;br&gt;I'm off on my bicycle (or pony) exploring, lost&lt;br&gt;in a good book, or giggling with my best&lt;br&gt;friend, I live in a world apart, one full of&lt;br&gt;adventure and wonder and other stuff adults&lt;br&gt;don't understand.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am still a child at heart.. i love to watch cartoons.. i love to read fairy tales.. i love to play "dress up".. i love to play with my nieces.. i play "barbie" with them.. i play "make believe" with them.. i'm happy whenever i get the chance to visit a zoo.. i get excited when i'm in an amusement park.. my eyes light up with wonder and amazement when i see fireworks explode in the sky.. i can spend countless hours in the beach making sand castles.. i believe that like in the fairy tales i read, a sweet prince charming will sweep me off my feet and carry me off to his kingdom to live happily ever after..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/jsimner/quizzes/How%20Old%20is%20Your%20Inner%20Child%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;How Old is Your Inner Child?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-108979945281952501?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/108979945281952501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=108979945281952501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/108979945281952501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/108979945281952501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-just-turned-10.html' title='I jUsT tUrNeD 10!!'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-108971162166126164</id><published>2004-07-13T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T02:40:21.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a QuoTe fRom LovE aNd dEaTh..</title><content type='html'>To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering, one must not love; but then one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer, to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love; to be happy then is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy; therefore to be unhappy one must love or love to suffer or suffer from too much happiness. I hope you're getting this down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confusing yes.. but still somewhat true..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-108971162166126164?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/108971162166126164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=108971162166126164' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/108971162166126164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/108971162166126164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/07/quote-from-love-and-death.html' title='a QuoTe fRom LovE aNd dEaTh..'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-108962690232426614</id><published>2004-07-12T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T03:08:22.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CuRLy me..</title><content type='html'>went to the parlor last week with cathy..&lt;br /&gt;got a new look..&lt;br /&gt;in other words..&lt;br /&gt;got my hair curled..&lt;br /&gt;what the hell got in to me?!&lt;br /&gt;well..&lt;br /&gt;this is what happens when you got nothin better to do with your life..&lt;br /&gt;finally after 2 months..&lt;br /&gt;went back to the gym..&lt;br /&gt;mental note to self "think of the money you paid!"&lt;br /&gt;that should be enough motivation to go back to gymming..&lt;br /&gt;currently feeling happy..&lt;br /&gt;why?!&lt;br /&gt;i don't know..&lt;br /&gt;finally i feel at peace with my self..&lt;br /&gt;in the end..&lt;br /&gt;you find out..&lt;br /&gt;life's happiness doesn't depend on others..&lt;br /&gt;but on your self..&lt;br /&gt;this is working for the better..&lt;br /&gt;lemme just post some pictures of what's been goin on in my life the past few weeks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img4.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/Curly_me.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curly Me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img4.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/bf06d868.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesha and me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img4.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/jaypeecub.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby jaypee and me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img4.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/normal_subic_kesh_021.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to zoobic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img4.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/normal_subic_kesh_067.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playin w/ the "big birds!"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img4.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/normal_subic_kesh_093.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strikin a pose with cathy and pie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img4.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/normal_subic_mikel_048.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cathy, me and ces..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img4.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/normal_subic_kesh_104.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boardwalk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img4.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/normal_subic_kesh_106.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at an angle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img4.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/normal_subic_mikel_071.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macromedia..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-108962690232426614?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/108962690232426614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=108962690232426614' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/108962690232426614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/108962690232426614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/07/curly-me.html' title='CuRLy me..'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-108927321884639593</id><published>2004-07-08T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T00:53:38.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fLiRtTextiOus..</title><content type='html'>A sample text discussion with someone who manages to always make me smile.. parang marami atang "hehehe".. i wonder what he's playin at.. oh well, whatever it is.. two can play at it (wink wink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nina : waah! iniwan mo ako :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: iniwan niyo po me.. just when i needed you most.. hehe.. i'm still here po.. what did you buy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: I left but you never waited for me.. hehehe.. i bought a longanisa burger from BM.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: If i waited, would you still be mine? hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: the question is.. am i really yours? hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: when i asked you if you would still be mine.. you didn't say yes but you also didn't say no.. hehehe.. Good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: i didn't answer yes or no because in the first place.. am i really yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: so i could assume anything right? hehehe.. let me do that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: assumptions can sometimes be very confusing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: hehehe, ok ok.. i give up! you win..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: you give up? put up some challenge! hehehe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. i don't think we got any straight answers from each other.. we just kept on answering with a question back.. hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-108927321884639593?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/108927321884639593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=108927321884639593' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/108927321884639593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/108927321884639593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/07/flirttextious.html' title='fLiRtTextiOus..'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-108919065503461395</id><published>2004-07-07T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T01:57:35.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The mErmAid in Me..</title><content type='html'>Here is another "get to know me a little more" post.. i guess i've been kinda "busy" with work and all so i havent really had the time to write what i really feel.. i guess right now i'm moving on with my life.. setting my priorities and simply havin fun.. either on my own or with friends.. anyway.. here's my post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/EeveeCSA/1084633315_mermaid.jpg" border="0" alt="mermaid"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am a Mermaid:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mermaids, similar to Centaurs, have a torso of a&lt;br&gt;human and the body of a fish. I am curious&lt;br&gt;yet reserved in my actions.  I like to have&lt;br&gt;fun but never at the expense of others.&lt;br&gt;I love water and the&lt;br&gt;creatures in it and I feel it is my job to make&lt;br&gt;sure they stay safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/EeveeCSA/quizzes/What%20Mythological%20Creature%20Are%20You%20(Many%20Results%20and%20Beautiful%20Pics)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Mythological Creature Are You (Many Results and Beautiful Pics)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-108919065503461395?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/108919065503461395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=108919065503461395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/108919065503461395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/108919065503461395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/07/mermaid-in-me.html' title='The mErmAid in Me..'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-108910293213825238</id><published>2004-07-06T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T01:35:32.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DaZedAnGeL beArs hEr sOuL..</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/I/Iceangel143/1078085643_cturesfree.JPG" border="0" alt="free"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You have a free soul! As all the souls go, yours is&lt;br&gt;the most free-spirited and adventurous. You&lt;br&gt;like camping, hiking, or interaction with other&lt;br&gt;people. Your a social butterfly, but not&lt;br&gt;because of your style, but because of your&lt;br&gt;willingness to communicate with everyone. You&lt;br&gt;probably have close friends who can rely on you&lt;br&gt;because you always seem to know whats going on&lt;br&gt;in the world. You love music and are&lt;br&gt;free-spirited and someone fun to be around. A&lt;br&gt;born leader and great explorer-dont ever&lt;br&gt;change-the world needs more people like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Iceangel143/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20SOUL%20do%20you%20posses%3F%20(For%20Girls%20only)%20Incredible%20Anime%20Pictures!/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind of SOUL do you posses? (For Girls only) Incredible Anime Pictures!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-108910293213825238?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/108910293213825238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=108910293213825238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/108910293213825238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/108910293213825238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/07/dazedangel-bears-her-soul.html' title='DaZedAnGeL beArs hEr sOuL..'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-108900836741093089</id><published>2004-07-05T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T23:19:27.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mOviEs aNd moRe..</title><content type='html'>i had a great weekend.. better than i had expected it to be.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to podium to watch spiderman 2 (&lt;strong&gt;the movie was great, touches your emotions&lt;/strong&gt;).. originally i was suppose to watch it with around 7 other people but, well, some backed out and the others had work to do at the last minute.. so in the end, only 3 of us watched the movie.. can't blame the others for not coming..(&lt;strong&gt;gives a blank look&lt;/strong&gt;) i decided to watch it with or without them! hehehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the movie, i went to the ophthalmologist for a check up and to get my glasses then when straight to rosalyns house.. man! did she gain weight!! i haven't seen her since she got married last Feb!! funny how life can be.. just last friday, i was thinking of her while i was havin a facial (&lt;strong&gt;i really needed one!! i needed to defuse and relax&lt;/strong&gt;).. wishing she was in manila so that i could talk to her.. then i received a text from her saying that she just arrived and that she wanted to meet up to catch on things!! talk about mental telepathy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there.. after my appointment with the doctor, i went over to her house..'twas fun talking with her.. she shared her new experiences as a married woman.. we shared problems.. exchanged stories and made fun of people in our highschool and college year books!! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked dinner for her and her family (&lt;strong&gt;they were too polite to comment on my cooking&lt;/strong&gt;) then stayed till midnight before they drove me home.. this is the reason why i had a great weekend.. got to catch up on things with my best friend.. though we don't really get to spend much time with each other, the bond is still there.. i'll miss her when she goes back to nueva ecija..(&lt;strong&gt;sniff sniff&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday.. went to church.. spent lunch with my mom.. went shopping with her.. watched "coming to america and my best friends wedding".. went to sleep with a smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-108900836741093089?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/108900836741093089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=108900836741093089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/108900836741093089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/108900836741093089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/07/movies-and-more.html' title='mOviEs aNd moRe..'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023986.post-108874712548341847</id><published>2004-07-02T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T22:45:25.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nOtHinG in pArTicuLaR</title><content type='html'>a time bomb about to blow... that is me... bottled up emotions... frustrations and hurt... never have i said anything... i'm afraid that if i do... everything will come tumbling out... like a dam breaking from holding in too much water...the water rushes free... words, feelings, emotions will flow... i close my eyes and count to 10... that still does not work... i want to scream... i want to shout... but i will not stoop that low... the clock will continue to tick... the storm will pass... calm waters will eventually come... till that day comes... i close my eyes, cover my ears and lock my heart... hardened to the world... no more feelings shall be felt...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7023986-108874712548341847?l=reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/108874712548341847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7023986&amp;postID=108874712548341847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/108874712548341847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7023986/posts/default/108874712548341847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reggaerootsprincess.blogspot.com/2004/07/nothing-in-particular.html' title='nOtHinG in pArTicuLaR'/><author><name>DaZedAnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877336200747943788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1103/dazedangel/surf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
