<?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-6519604622496603396</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:27:36.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A French Princess...   wannabe</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pransesa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519604622496603396/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pransesa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>† pransesa †</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10886005795444488926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E7MJaaBX5bU/SX8Y0fkN7pI/AAAAAAAAACs/uwQH0CPa7UE/S220/1_730200969l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519604622496603396.post-8734185996304083690</id><published>2009-01-27T21:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:08:07.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saddest Kyle XY Episode: Electric Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I haven't been on my dashboard for almost a year. But I really can't help but burst out what I feel. It's been soo busy for the past months. And for the past weeks, but this didn't keep me from watching&lt;a href="http://community.abcfamily.go.com/blogs/kyle-xy/spoilers-electric-kiss"&gt; Kyle X&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.abcfamily.go.com/blogs/kyle-xy/spoilers-electric-kiss"&gt;Y&lt;/a&gt;. Yeah. The third season was launched January 12. And I just watched the third episode for this season. And it's sad. T_T. I don't really know what's gonna happen next but it seems that Amanda and Kyle are over. over. over. over. waa It's sad.. It's really really sad. I wish I could be more on detail but it really makes me sad whenever I remember what happened. huhuh. Oh my gosh I'm gonna cry.&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/6519604622496603396-8734185996304083690?l=pransesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519604622496603396/posts/default/8734185996304083690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519604622496603396/posts/default/8734185996304083690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pransesa.blogspot.com/2009/01/saddest-kyle-xy-episode-electric-kiss.html' title='Saddest Kyle XY Episode: Electric Kiss'/><author><name>† pransesa †</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10886005795444488926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E7MJaaBX5bU/SX8Y0fkN7pI/AAAAAAAAACs/uwQH0CPa7UE/S220/1_730200969l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519604622496603396.post-7957013868402650642</id><published>2008-07-09T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T22:47:03.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in love, inlab, in-lababo.. may gripo , in english FaUcEt</title><content type='html'>-- grabbed from a gUrL who owns the 'never-ending-fall' journal..&lt;br /&gt;   I was fascinated by the post so I'm gladly sharing it to those who consistently drops on my page and peeking for an update..&lt;br /&gt;   and so she started with a quoted quote..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal;" class="entry-header"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;faucet..ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;             &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“If you are the luckiest person in the entire planet, the person you love decides to love you back..” –Nathan Scott&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If that’s the case then maybe I’m the luckiest person.. [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;waha&lt;/span&gt; corny] dati when I see couples or hear them doing the “baby talk” or saying somke cheesy lines I’ll go.. &lt;em&gt;yuck corny..&lt;/em&gt; and then now I see myself doing that.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pero msaya kc&lt;/span&gt; when u’re inlove you just don’t care about what others think about you both.., &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;importante masaya lang&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Since I was a kid I never thought of being inlove in the future.. so I didn’t actually have the perception or qualifications of a boyfriend I wanted to have.. until I was third year highschool.. I saw a boy.. he was my classmate.. since then I knew I liked him.. unintentionally we became groupware.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ansaya&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lalu na&lt;/span&gt; when I was chosen as the leader.. and as a perk I had the opportunity to pick &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kung sino gusto qng&lt;/span&gt; assistant.. shempre I chose him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;para&lt;/span&gt; we could “work together..” ^.^ I always tried to sit beside him and make him notice me.. pero he seemed so distant kya I knew he didn’t like me.. as far as I can remember he would always sit at the last chair near the window where he would always stare.. feeling &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;q ndi xa nakking kc&lt;/span&gt; if he’s not staring out the window&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; nagdodrawing lang xa sa&lt;/span&gt; notebook..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Fourthyear &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kame ndi na kame&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mg-&lt;/span&gt;classmate.. some time in September that year I got his number from a friend.. and thought about it the whole day if I should text him or not.. then I texted him.. we became friends and our friendship went into something else.. there was this connection between us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; I can’t explain.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;basta sobrng saya&lt;/span&gt;.. it was the first time I ever felt that way in my entire life.. unusual &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pero&lt;/span&gt; everytime I see him I can see my future with him. My world litteraly revolved around him.. thenm something happened and it all ended… &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;parang asa &lt;/span&gt;heaven &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt; then in just a snap I fell into the ground.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[waha ilang feet un?!&lt;/span&gt;] it actually hurted like hell.. I developed insomnia cause I can barely sleep.. at that time I didn’t actually cared about anything more han him.. super disappointed with myself I didn’t know what to do..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; buti nlang andun si&lt;/span&gt; florence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I entered college &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;antaba q.&lt;/span&gt;. it’s true &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; when girls are depressed they eat their hearts out.. pag sad &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aq&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nahanap lng aq ng fud&lt;/span&gt; then I’m fine.. years passed and there was no communication between us.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pag naaalala q xa&lt;/span&gt; I look into the stars and think of what we could have been.. blame my self &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapos kaen.. &lt;/span&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I thought of asking signs &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ung tipong&lt;/span&gt; my lines na.. “Lord &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;qng xa tlga&lt;/span&gt; please give me this signs tomorrow..” then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;-enumerate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;q ung&lt;/span&gt; signs.. laughed after.. stupid little me.. I immediately forgot about the signs &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kc&lt;/span&gt; I thought I was just fooling myself believing we would ever be.. and surprisingly I saw the signs I was asking for.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;masaya pero parang ayoqng maniwla.. tapos&lt;/span&gt; I prayed&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ulet.. sbe q.. &lt;/span&gt;“Lord &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seryoso k??&lt;/span&gt;” and asked for another signs &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kc baka nagkataon lang.. wla nang&lt;/span&gt; deadline.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taz isa nlang.. isa nlang tlga.&lt;/span&gt;. take your time.. [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;parang tropa lan e nu.&lt;/span&gt;] &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pero&lt;/span&gt; he gave me the sign again.. it really fascinated me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na pngsabe ko talaga&lt;/span&gt;.. I remember telling a friend and she told me.. “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nku&lt;/span&gt; jean imagination &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mu lang yan.&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pero &lt;/span&gt;I believed in it.. I just didn’t know how it could possibly happen..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On my 17&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday one of my wishes was that I could be happy in the state of things as they already were.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mtgaltgal nrin kc.. taz&lt;/span&gt; the day after my birthday.. I received a text form him.. I thought of it ten times &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bgo q ng&lt;/span&gt;-reply.. and suddenly felt the same feelings I felt for him before.. shocks. I really never believed in destiny nor second chances till he came.. [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wazap.&lt;/span&gt; Haha. Corny &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;q&lt;/span&gt;.]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now.. I’m so damn happy.. believe it or not I have never been this happy before.. I’m soo happy I can’t remove the smile I unconsciously project.. he is not perfect.. but he loves me and me makes me sooo happy. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ngayon lng tlga q&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nagging masaya ng walang&lt;/span&gt; pretentions.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wlang regrets.. masaya ko kc masaya ko ng totoo.. hindi dahil masaya ko kc kelangan kong ipilit nay un ung maramdaman ko.. masya q ng sobra at totoo un.. masya qng mahal na mahal q xa at mahal nya rin ako.. prang hindi talaga totoo..&lt;/span&gt; its kinda hard to believe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; I’m with someone who makes me lough my loudest, smile my widest and happy sooo bigtime..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alam ko pag ndi ako mahal ng isang tao.. alam ko pag nakikipaglokohan lang. pero hindi ko alam kung bakit ayaw maniwala ng isip q na may lalake pa sa ngayon na kayang magmahal ng totoo.. pero sigurado prin aq na mahal nia q..&lt;/span&gt; when he looks into my eyes.. he’s like looking at a goddess.. [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jowklang ang part na un.&lt;/span&gt; Haha] he looks at me so different.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;basta iba&lt;/span&gt;.. so new to me.. no one ever looked at me that way before… &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grabe&lt;/span&gt; I’m so happy. I really want this post to turn out hilarious.. I mean kinda funny, kinda lite, not so&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; baduy&lt;/span&gt;.. pro what can I do? Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want to keep him.. I want him to stay.. I want this thing between us to last.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--this ends here&lt;br /&gt;  haiz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519604622496603396-7957013868402650642?l=pransesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://dyingtoday.blogs.friendster.com/a_never_ending_fall/' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519604622496603396/posts/default/7957013868402650642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519604622496603396/posts/default/7957013868402650642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pransesa.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-love-inlab-in-lababo-may-gripo-in.html' title='in love, inlab, in-lababo.. may gripo , in english FaUcEt'/><author><name>† pransesa †</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10886005795444488926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E7MJaaBX5bU/SX8Y0fkN7pI/AAAAAAAAACs/uwQH0CPa7UE/S220/1_730200969l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519604622496603396.post-9092916852514682187</id><published>2008-05-09T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T19:07:29.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peek</title><content type='html'>I've been busy for weeks now and I don't know if I could get through all this things.&lt;br /&gt;Four months to go and I'll turn 18 and I am really have lot of things planned to do.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I could have them all.. or even just one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la la la la la la ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519604622496603396-9092916852514682187?l=pransesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519604622496603396/posts/default/9092916852514682187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519604622496603396/posts/default/9092916852514682187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pransesa.blogspot.com/2008/05/peek.html' title='Peek'/><author><name>† pransesa †</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10886005795444488926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E7MJaaBX5bU/SX8Y0fkN7pI/AAAAAAAAACs/uwQH0CPa7UE/S220/1_730200969l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519604622496603396.post-3588355607092715984</id><published>2008-03-18T14:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T14:51:33.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clueless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hay bored..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's already vacation and it stinks. it makes me lazy. It's hot and it doesn't feel good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There isn't a  month but it had widened my body a bit. Now I wonder what will I look &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like on  friend Ilyn's big day.. It's gonna be on Saturday. [sigh] And there's my 3 year old baby brother who just grabbed my pen and insists on going to school. things are really getting a lot weird lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's a lot of things I really wanna do on for the holidays and for the rest of the vacation as well. But I don't know where and how to start. Anyways I'll just do a list and give an update about it. I'm also planning on to change my layout [finally!] but again I'll be needing a butterfly's help..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;               &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♫ .. I never really cared until I met you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                   and now it chills me to the bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                   How do I get you ... Alone      ♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6519604622496603396-3588355607092715984?l=pransesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519604622496603396/posts/default/3588355607092715984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519604622496603396/posts/default/3588355607092715984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pransesa.blogspot.com/2008/03/hay-bored.html' title='Clueless'/><author><name>† pransesa †</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10886005795444488926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E7MJaaBX5bU/SX8Y0fkN7pI/AAAAAAAAACs/uwQH0CPa7UE/S220/1_730200969l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519604622496603396.post-7420803515571516218</id><published>2007-12-27T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T12:17:58.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2-week Holiday</title><content type='html'>No classes! Haha! I would really enjoy this season not having Calculus to think about.. Haha Though this will only be for two weeks. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pwede na un. &lt;/span&gt;Enjoy everyone! Let's talk about it after seasons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519604622496603396-7420803515571516218?l=pransesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519604622496603396/posts/default/7420803515571516218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519604622496603396/posts/default/7420803515571516218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pransesa.blogspot.com/2007/12/2-week-holiday.html' title='2-week Holiday'/><author><name>† pransesa †</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10886005795444488926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E7MJaaBX5bU/SX8Y0fkN7pI/AAAAAAAAACs/uwQH0CPa7UE/S220/1_730200969l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519604622496603396.post-8209131706862353273</id><published>2007-12-09T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T22:15:45.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`Til When??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E7MJaaBX5bU/R1v4DfQJZkI/AAAAAAAAABg/Ultn2hADqXM/s1600-h/65552105215_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E7MJaaBX5bU/R1v4DfQJZkI/AAAAAAAAABg/Ultn2hADqXM/s200/65552105215_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141976138386073154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Feeling so irresponsible..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have given enough time for this. But then I chose to flatter myself than to do the tasks. And now I see myself crave.. huhuhuh.. when would this be all gone? I cannot do this. I cannot blame and curse myself.. Waaahh!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ayoko na!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But then.. Hopes are still up.. brought by heaven-made man..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519604622496603396-8209131706862353273?l=pransesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519604622496603396/posts/default/8209131706862353273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519604622496603396/posts/default/8209131706862353273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pransesa.blogspot.com/2007/12/til-when.html' title='`Til When??'/><author><name>† pransesa †</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10886005795444488926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E7MJaaBX5bU/SX8Y0fkN7pI/AAAAAAAAACs/uwQH0CPa7UE/S220/1_730200969l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E7MJaaBX5bU/R1v4DfQJZkI/AAAAAAAAABg/Ultn2hADqXM/s72-c/65552105215_0_ALB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519604622496603396.post-4154458806619345597</id><published>2007-12-04T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T19:15:46.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumbfull Speaking</title><content type='html'>There were no classes last Friday, so I asked my friend to be with me at SM-Dasmariñas for some purposes. When we're on the jeepney, on the way to the mall, a girl, particularly a student from the Health and Sciences Campus(rumored to be already an Institute) of the Green Archer's School get in the same vehicle we were in with his (nevertheless) boyfriend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I remember, they fare a hundred-peso bill.  Of course, as a student of such prestigious(????!) school, you were expected to act accordingly to know that you're educated person, having the fact that you're wearing the school's name as your uniform says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the vehicle was a bit crowded and people were paying their fares almost at the same time; that would possibly and probably confuse a driver. So as I said, they paid a hundred-peso bill. Possibly in confusion, the driver gave them their change. Then the companion of the girl said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kanino po ito?&lt;/span&gt;". Realizing the fault, the driver immediately raise an apology. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ay! Pasensya na ho, nagkamali lang. Ito na ho yung kulang sa sukli. Pasensya ho. Sorry ho!&lt;/span&gt;". It should have been all fine when the girl  irritably raised her voice with the most unpleasant word we should never hear from a student of GAS.. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Utak ah!!?&lt;/span&gt;".. She said and everybody turned to silence. What duh??!! I almost dump her out of the window. And she really looks stupid, I swear!! Good they dropped off somewhere, minutes from what happened. She really is a shame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519604622496603396-4154458806619345597?l=pransesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519604622496603396/posts/default/4154458806619345597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519604622496603396/posts/default/4154458806619345597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pransesa.blogspot.com/2007/12/dumbfull-speaking.html' title='Dumbfull Speaking'/><author><name>† pransesa †</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10886005795444488926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E7MJaaBX5bU/SX8Y0fkN7pI/AAAAAAAAACs/uwQH0CPa7UE/S220/1_730200969l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519604622496603396.post-8830295556686051594</id><published>2007-11-11T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T20:45:57.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel like home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My Heart, Your Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hillsong Kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Come and make my heart Your home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Come and be everything I am and all I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Search me through and through 'till my heart becomes a home for You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A home for You, Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A home for You, Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Let everything I do open up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A door for You to come through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And that my heart would be a place where You want to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Come and make my heart Your home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Come and be everything I am and all I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Search me through and through 'till my heart becomes a home for You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You are my portion, filling up everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You are the fortune that's causing my heart to sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;That it's amazing, that You could make Yourself at home with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Come and make my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Come and make it Your home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Come and be everything I am and all I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Search me through and through 'till my heart becomes a home for You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519604622496603396-8830295556686051594?l=pransesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519604622496603396/posts/default/8830295556686051594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519604622496603396/posts/default/8830295556686051594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pransesa.blogspot.com/2007/11/feel-like-home.html' title='Feel like home'/><author><name>† pransesa †</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10886005795444488926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E7MJaaBX5bU/SX8Y0fkN7pI/AAAAAAAAACs/uwQH0CPa7UE/S220/1_730200969l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519604622496603396.post-2647506481859723885</id><published>2007-11-05T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T13:43:25.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fixed Destiny</title><content type='html'>Whenever I hear the word destiny, it seems to be very magical to me. So I looked up to our Merriam-Webster dictionary and it says that it has something to do with a person's fate or fortune, or a predetermined course of events. And so it made me wonder why are there people who believe in destiny and there's who don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a professor who asked me if I do believe in destiny? And I remembered telling him that I do believe that everything happens for a reason. If that's so we then could say that destiny is something that 'happened' to you. Aw! This really gets me confuse. Ha-ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inagree people say that it is you who does your fate and so there's no such thing as destiny. As well as everything you do corresponds to a particular consequence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever people say about it, I know something that might give different consequences but will be a hundred percent sure, fixed destiny. It is the eternal life that God given us that we'll receive  when we receive God's gift of salvation through  Jesus Christ to be our Lord and Savior. And will dwell in God's kingdom forever. At the moment we are given the eternal inheritance, it'll "never fade away, and is reserved in heaven" for us. Our salvation is secure because God does the holding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;"Our destiny is not riding on the next pitch (or fate) we make. Through faith, it is forever fixed in heaven."&lt;/span&gt; -DHR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519604622496603396-2647506481859723885?l=pransesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519604622496603396/posts/default/2647506481859723885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519604622496603396/posts/default/2647506481859723885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pransesa.blogspot.com/2007/11/whenever-i-hear-word-destiny-it-seems.html' title='Fixed Destiny'/><author><name>† pransesa †</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10886005795444488926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E7MJaaBX5bU/SX8Y0fkN7pI/AAAAAAAAACs/uwQH0CPa7UE/S220/1_730200969l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519604622496603396.post-169360769231683409</id><published>2007-10-23T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T22:13:16.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling Metro</title><content type='html'>I've read my previous post several times and i found it hmm.... doesn't it sound annoying? Ha-ha. Anyways, yesterday I went to lolo's branch office to submit copy of my so-so grades and get my tuition certificate as well. I left home before 9 in the morning wearing my pransesa outfit. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nyahahah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Well of course, riding my fave transpo vehicle, the rolling metro. It was like one and a half hour trip ata sa bus, and also in a non-airconditioned one or else i would spit myself out. Thought it was a bit crowded inside, I was comfortable with my seat. And I still feel alone. Happy trip with me-self. Ha-ha. Riding off the bus gotta ride a colored vehicle naman for me to get to the office. Akala ko pa nga naligaw na ko eh but then I saw the mini metro. wahaha! Bad thing was there's no public vehicle that would drop me exactly where I'm going. So there, off from &lt;a href="http://www.smprime.com/index.php"&gt;MOA&lt;/a&gt; super walkathon under the sun till I reach building A ng sorporate offices. Grabeh! It was really walkathon. Imagine walking from building D to A?? Harsshhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there.. got everything I need. I approached the receptionist and heard them talking bout the girl sitting inches behind me. Yeah she was pretty cute and super puti. Don't think she wears on casual. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dami kasing borloloy eh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Though she's just on shirt and jeans. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pero casual na din siguro yun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Di ko naman agad na-gets na si &lt;a href="http://www.igma.tv/profile/lj-reyes"&gt;LJ Reyes&lt;/a&gt; pala yun. Kundi pa sinabi ni BobJr. Stroll a bit, buy something to eat and go! We rode the rolling metro and this time made my trip better. Haayy.. Sometimes it really feels better if you're along din nuh? Kasi ako, the moment that I walked along the stores, I feel very strange. But I'm happy. Feel ko talaga na I'm alone, I'm free! Nobody knows me, nobody cares on what you're doing, who you are and where you're going.  It may look like pakalat-kalat lang ako but at least no one bothers me! Haayy sarap. Ha-ha.&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519604622496603396-169360769231683409?l=pransesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519604622496603396/posts/default/169360769231683409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519604622496603396/posts/default/169360769231683409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pransesa.blogspot.com/2007/10/rolling-metro.html' title='Rolling Metro'/><author><name>† pransesa †</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10886005795444488926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E7MJaaBX5bU/SX8Y0fkN7pI/AAAAAAAAACs/uwQH0CPa7UE/S220/1_730200969l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519604622496603396.post-8672183435761353168</id><published>2007-10-19T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T00:40:28.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me-self Intro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                Whew! This is great! Finally i had my very first blog. And because this is my first post, I'm very excited to share everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;            Hi everyone! My name is Florence. A chinita girl from Philippines. And yes, isa kong pransesa! A french princess.. wannabe. I'm currently in college at Green Archers' University. Some people say I'm nice. That's all. Ha-ha. Maybe because that's all they can say, or that's all they know. There is this girl, a rockerchick who says I'm more mysterious than her. Well, let's try revealing those mysteries li'l by l'l. Actually, i love talking about myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh how I hate roaches!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's just that wala naman akong makakausap. No one to talk to. I love myself.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who doesn't?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But sometimes, or should say most of the time, I'm having a hard time on how would I make myself look like what I wanted it to be. I'm a moody person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And  don't know how to organize things.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See, everything's gonna be in random.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I've got few little things about myself that I know for certain.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Laging in doubt?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And alam ko din na ako lang ang naaaliw sa mga pinagsasabi ko dito. I'm open-minded.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kaya lang it make me more confuse sometimes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I always wanted to know what other people think about me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Though it may hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm weak. I'm a cry baby.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Super! Lalo na before.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm sweet.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's for sure kahit di halata.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Marami akong alam, by means of... I can sing, quite dance, play guitar, tip the piano, draw. Ang I love music very much! MUSIC is my bestfriend. Hmmm... I don't lose myself at school.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Never should I.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm a very sensitive person. Love to keep secrets.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I love GOD!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He's all I have&lt;/span&gt;. I&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; really thank G&lt;/span&gt;od &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;that I've known Him, that I believe in Him, that He saved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;               &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm clumsy. I'm unknown. Never been popular. I'm not pretty.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cute lang!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've never been best in anything. I'm not as good as what other people think of me. I just do what I can. Show what I got. Share what I have. I'm not funny and got little of humor. But I always try to be good. But still show me-self. And continue telling stories.. On how does the life of a pransesa goes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519604622496603396-8672183435761353168?l=pransesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pransesa.blogspot.com/feeds/8672183435761353168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519604622496603396&amp;postID=8672183435761353168&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519604622496603396/posts/default/8672183435761353168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519604622496603396/posts/default/8672183435761353168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pransesa.blogspot.com/2007/10/me-self-intro-whew-this-is-great.html' title='Me-self Intro'/><author><name>† pransesa †</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10886005795444488926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E7MJaaBX5bU/SX8Y0fkN7pI/AAAAAAAAACs/uwQH0CPa7UE/S220/1_730200969l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
