<?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-8430466</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:01:39.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>__my.baby's.lil.princess* v02</title><subtitle type='html'>rants | raves | mesmerize | dreams | sighs | awe | visualize | hopes | prayers | agony | pain | joy | love |delight | crave | wish &lt;3</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-114397513346708058</id><published>2006-04-02T06:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T06:52:13.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Currently Drooling Over...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://legacycollection.org/mac/d/1193-2/quad_lizapm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want, I want, I want!!!!!!!!Ü&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/8430466-114397513346708058?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/114397513346708058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=114397513346708058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/114397513346708058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/114397513346708058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2006/04/currently-drooling-over.html' title='Currently Drooling Over...'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-114283610419793318</id><published>2006-03-20T00:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T08:57:30.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain &amp; Agony</title><content type='html'>Gone are the days of my eyes twinkling like diamonds from afar.&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the times of my child like laugh eventhough I long for YOU.&lt;br /&gt;Happiness has yet to find me, as long as I live.&lt;br /&gt;Love has to yet to find its way home, as long as you live.&lt;br /&gt;... &lt;em&gt;And agony made it's way on me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-114283610419793318?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/114283610419793318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=114283610419793318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/114283610419793318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/114283610419793318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2006/03/pain-agony.html' title='Pain &amp; Agony'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-114227524309955918</id><published>2006-03-13T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T13:40:43.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Proof</title><content type='html'>I've proven it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how tough a person is, there will come a time she'll find her weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for a fact, I think &lt;em&gt;my weakness has found me&lt;/em&gt;. And it is every girl's weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-114227524309955918?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/114227524309955918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=114227524309955918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/114227524309955918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/114227524309955918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2006/03/proof.html' title='Proof'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-114218252619049138</id><published>2006-03-13T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T11:55:26.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year =)</title><content type='html'>As I type this, I just finished composing an SMS for Rollz. And it's exactly 12:01AM right now, 13.03.06.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still vividly remember the day when he asked me to be his girl, even the funny feeling which I felt right at that moment. Without hesitation, I said yes Ü And from that day upto now, I'm proud to say that I've never been this happy all my life, just by having him in my life.Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my baby =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's been a year of laughter, tears, joy, and sorrow for the both of us, but at the end of it all our love still prevailed. And I'm glad that after one year, we're still together. Despite of all the trials that we went through for the past year, I can say that everything paid off in the end and we still have each other's hand to hold. How I wish tho that I can look at you straight in the eye right now and tell you these things, and everything that I feel for you. I love you so much Rolly and I miss you. I'll see you real soon mahal. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-114218252619049138?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/114218252619049138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=114218252619049138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/114218252619049138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/114218252619049138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-year.html' title='One Year =)'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-114190341205544882</id><published>2006-03-09T06:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T06:23:32.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick, sick, sick</title><content type='html'>What a good timing for me to get sick. I have to study for my EXAMS tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-114190341205544882?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/114190341205544882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=114190341205544882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/114190341205544882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/114190341205544882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2006/03/sick-sick-sick.html' title='Sick, sick, sick'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-114157148949693289</id><published>2006-03-05T07:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T04:49:52.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Skinny Days</title><content type='html'>As I type this, I'm actually eating 2 packs of the very sinful and deadly &lt;em&gt;Lucky Me Chilimansi Instant Noodles&lt;/em&gt; while gobbling on my 3rd yakult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning when I checked my reflection in the full body mirror, I was surprised when I noticed my tummy getting flatter, collarbones getting more prominent, face shrinking &amp; it only means that my upper body is shrinking but it seems that my butt area down to my legs aren't really getting thinner! ACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days when I used to think that being skinny is IN. I've accepted the fact that I can never been as skinny as Kate Moss or voluptous like Naomi Campbell and learned how to appreciate my body type and just wear what flatters my body frame. Media is one of the major culprits why more and more people are starving themselves and turning into some anorexic or bulimic chick just for them to get "skinny". YES skinny is the right word, not even thin, not even fit. I should know these things, sad to say but because I used to be bulimic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just find it funny how I whine about my sudden weight loss when I want my legs and butt to be slimmer. 'Coz everytime I try to tone down it seems that my body's cooperating except for the two mentioned earlier, doesn't make my body look balanced. Blech. And another funny thing is, I actually &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to gain some weight, thus explains why I'm being such a pig for the past 2 days, but nooo... I'm still losing weight! Weird metabolism I got I guess, I just hope that it doesn't have anything to do with my hormonal problem about a year and a half ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for examplee these pics...&lt;br /&gt;Before: Taken last January 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/1600/Lil"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/320/Lil%27babyprincess%28760%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After: Feb19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/1600/IMG_0277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/320/IMG_0277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the cheeks &amp;amp; collarbone. Waaaaaaaaahhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is a very nice reminder for me that &lt;em&gt;I can't get anything I you want&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;God never created a human being.&lt;/em&gt; Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-114157148949693289?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/114157148949693289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=114157148949693289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/114157148949693289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/114157148949693289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2006/03/skinny-days.html' title='Skinny Days'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-114119079807311154</id><published>2006-03-01T00:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T00:26:38.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crying In The Rain...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Standing in the rain, I think of you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All I can think of, is memories of you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO PLEASE hear me out 'coz I really do love you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-114119079807311154?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/114119079807311154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=114119079807311154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/114119079807311154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/114119079807311154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2006/03/crying-in-rain.html' title='Crying In The Rain...'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-114095237375114089</id><published>2006-02-27T03:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T14:22:35.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beach Addict's Diary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/1600/IMG_0074.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/200/IMG_0074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been almost a week since I went back here from Boracay after staying there for 4 days. And I swear I'm missing it so much right now. The smell of the ocean, the tingling feeling everytime rays of the sun touches my skin, sunbathing with frozen iced tea right on your side and listening to my mp3 player. And most of all, I'm missing so much the carefree life that I normally have everytime I go to the beach. Seeing the crystal clear water with small fishes swimming around is relaxing enough for me to forget about everything and not to think of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, this is the thing that people don't know about why I love going to the beach or anywhere outside the metro and stay there for a while. It's not really all about having fun, (partly I guess it is) but with me at times everytime I feel so intoxicated that I just wanna break free and let loose, then getting my ass off the Metro for a while helps somehow. Getting close with the nature once in a while helps in relieving stress. And I guess God created nature for us humans with a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Specially if you see things which you don't see on a day to day basis. Exciting isn't it? &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/1600/IMG_0228.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/320/IMG_0228.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And of course, these things are what I normally call, ONLY IN THE PHILIPPINES =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/1600/IMG_0210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/320/IMG_0210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/1600/IMG_0209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/320/IMG_0209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/1600/IMG_0193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/320/IMG_0193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my new found heaven in this so-called damned country...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/1600/IMG_0195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/320/IMG_0195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I believe no place here on Earth can be as beautiful as my homeland, Philippines. These pics, and I'm very proud to say that they do justice in proving my previous statement. Funny that I realized these things only when I moved out of the country for a while. I don't see these stuffs back in Toronto, except if I surf the internet. Hehe. Oh and speaking of Toronto...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-114095237375114089?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/114095237375114089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=114095237375114089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/114095237375114089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/114095237375114089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2006/02/beach-addicts-diary.html' title='A Beach Addict&apos;s Diary'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-114098164766655622</id><published>2006-02-26T13:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T14:20:47.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to Goodbye Manila</title><content type='html'>In about 2 days is the first day of March, officially the start of summer here in Manila. Aside from being such a busy bee nowadays with school, all the kitchen stuff, projects, recipes and all, I got like some papers to fix and not to mention still have to fix 3 visas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visas! Yeah, and this word struck me just the other day when I was checking the documents that I need for visa applications. Sooner or later, in about 2 months time... It's going to be another goodbye Manila for me. Definitely I'll feel relieved somehow on the day that I'll be leaving once again, but I know deep down despite of all the shitty things that has happened to me here and bullcrap stuffs here in Manila for sure I'll miss the place where I was born and raised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to that, last night at Roget's birthday, 2 of his friends even asked me about this and actually was telling them how excited I am right now to leave Manila. What turned into a wake up call is when they asked me how long am I going to stay here and any plans on going back here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And realization struck me. &lt;strong&gt;This time, there's no turning back for sure.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be staying there for atleast 2-3 years. Even longer if I did my math right and if I'll have a hard time looking for a kitchen job there. Pretty scared tho I might end up jobless, but I hope my backup plan's goin to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang, 2-3 years... I guess I won't be able to see my brother grow into a young man and make fun of him once I find out if he's wooing someone *evil grin hehe*, no more beach escapades with friends on a last minute *except if I want some SNOW escapades with Rolly in which case I know we'd rather not LOL*, no more slacking around once I start working again, and as what I said earlier, no turning back. &lt;strong&gt;I can't afford to make a wrong move this time if I want to set my goals straight&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 2 months left. About 60 days remaining for me to make the most out of my stay here. Time flies really fast I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With life, it's either you &lt;strong&gt;make it&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;break it&lt;/strong&gt;. Crunch time for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-114098164766655622?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/114098164766655622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=114098164766655622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/114098164766655622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/114098164766655622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2006/02/countdown-to-goodbye-manila.html' title='Countdown to Goodbye Manila'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-113999027614746570</id><published>2006-02-15T02:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T02:57:56.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boycott Mango</title><content type='html'>I heard a lot of horror stories from some reliable source about Eli Tekeli, the owner of Mango Philippines which really is one of the factors why I avoid buying from his store. To make it worse, even the employees are really snotty and arrogant I must say. Below is another horror story which I got from another blog owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the original link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://candishhh.blogspot.com/2006/02/mango-incident-of-raphie.html"&gt;http://candishhh.blogspot.com/2006/02/mango-incident-of-raphie.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard of so many horror stories from dissatisfied MANGO clients, I've read a certain email on the bad treatment or should I say 'unfair' treatments of MANGO'S management. I myself am a victim of such 'unfair-ness' of Mango. Last 2003, I bought a pair of pants that were on SALE at the Glorietta Branch - the pants cost around 1.3K - since it was on sale, I bought it because the fit was really nice. A few days after my purchase I was at the Shangri-la branch, trying my best to look for a good steal (do not take this literally). I chanced upon the same pair of pants I bought - Lo and behold, I saw the price tag - the sale price was P899.00 - DAMN! i got sa irritated that I went to the cashier and told her that I bought the exact same pair in Glorietta for 1.3K and here it was just P899.00! She told me that the SALE PRICES OF ITEMS VARIES IN EVERY STORE - how can this be so? Aren't ALL items in ALL their stores have THE SAME price tags? I was answered by a 'Eh ganon po eh!' This irritated me much more! SINCE THEN I SWORE OFF GOING IN THEIR STORES - I've boycotted their store since then - and NEVER will I go back.. mark my words - NEVER!! Sorry to all MANGO fans - but whenever I see people rushing to go to MANGO whenever they're on SALE - Lagi ko nalang naiisip ' NILOLOKO LANG KAYO NG MANGO - Kung alam nyo lang.. Hindi nyo yan pupuntahan every time'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend Imma, her husband and their daughter was a recent victim of Mango, below is my friend's narration of what exactly happened to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raphie is the daughter of my friend Imma - she just turned 2 last July 31, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Around 3:30 to 4:00 PM , December 04, Sunday, I , I went in Mango Glorietta 2. Between the time mentioned, Raphie was running within the establishment along with other children (as kids often do in presence of others) and she slipped and landed on one of the shops display racks. The display rack unfortunately had a had a sharp edge enough to slash-open Raphie’s chin.She bled profusely resulting from a 2.5cm laceration on her chin prompting us to bring her to the clinic above Mercury Drug Store in Glorietta for emergency first aid treatment. We are aware of our responsibility as parents, so a fall or two, a bruise , even the ugly ones are things we can set aside , But an open chin? A 30 minute surgery by a plastic surgeon? That’s another thing. That rack must have been that sharp or else, Raphie would have not sustained anything more than an ugly bruise or a severe scratch maybe. So no one has the right to downplay my emotions ( a mother ,at least) after seeing my daughter being laid on an operating table , while her surgeon and the anesthesiologist are prepping up and put on a gas mask on her. I can’t explain in words the pain it caused me seeing her slowing drifting to sleep knowing when she wakes up she will have a scar she will live with for a very long time. After all these things, all I get is a stone cold response from a supposed Manager in the Head Office with not a hint of compassion and apology to what happened. Any trained manager know customer complaints must be dealt with properly by first Diffusing the anger/emotion and say “sorry for what happened but we will look into what happened and will do give you a call” Even fastfood restaurants treat customers better. The incident happened in their store, they should be responsible to whatever racks they use to ensure that whoever hits there will not be slashed open! This woman, Ayie Guilberto did not even say “sori maam, I didn’t know what happened, but we will look into it” That would have made any mother feel a little better. Had we been an ayala or a cojuangco, do you think they’ll just brush us aside like that? I don’t think so. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I wrote the Mango President/owner…only after almost 4 weeks did he reply on a “printed” not official, letterhead , (seems like a scratch paper with markings at the back) put in an envelop one can buy in a sari sari store. He was telling me it was fault! He didn’t even address my complaints regarding one of his managers. To add insult to injury, he sent me a cheap looking Mango Shirt I wouldnt buy even if it were on 80% sale . I mean, after he told me it was my fault , he actually thought a shirt will just calm me, I was more infuriated, sana wala nalang tshirt. I spent more than that in his stores, and definitely spent more in Cardinal Santos Hospital.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even a popular young female fashion designer told me one time she had to return a pair of jeans coz they gave her the wrong size, it still had a price tag and all..receipt pa…the sales people refused to change it until they reached to the operations manager…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I will rather wear the cheapest shirt I can find in SM stores or surplus than items in mango, kahit sale pa sila ng 80%, if they give out shirts, I ‘ll be happy to give them to the basureros so they can give them to their wives…That’s how I hate Mango. Don’t go to Polo Garage too..same group so same culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with this incident - I think you'd want to think TWICE and even THRICE whenever you're about to enter MANGO. What if this happend to you a few years from now? Would you still go and purchase items from their store?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-113999027614746570?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/113999027614746570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=113999027614746570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/113999027614746570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/113999027614746570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2006/02/boycott-mango.html' title='Boycott Mango'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-113887744524769534</id><published>2006-02-02T05:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T11:51:15.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty Must Haves</title><content type='html'>Since Valentines is fast approaching, and some friends are asking me for tips regarding makeup, skincare stuff, might as well post what are my tried and tested stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vain people, this is a good read, trust me =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Skincare:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe no amount of makeup can camouflage your skin to look good, thus the best advice that I got is to invest on skincare. If you have an acne prone skin, I highly suggest to consult a good dermatologist, NOT a facial centre to have your pimples pricked by someone who doesn't even know what's an epidermis and dermis! For goodness sakes, consult a professional! Trust me on this one, its gonna pay off in the end. I used to have a problem skin i.e. acne scars, pimples, blackheads/whiteheads and everything just stopped after I consulted my current derma, &lt;strong&gt;Dra. Gwendolyn Wong&lt;/strong&gt;. Her clinic's only located at St. Lukes in Quezon City. She also went to Boston Medical School for further studies after she finished her Dermatology course at University of Santo Tomas. Highly recommended by me! She's the only derma who was able to make my skin clear and pimple free, without even going to her on a regular basis. She's just not like other professionals who tries to rip off their patient's money. And plus she's really nice and very approachable. =) So far, I haven't had any treatments from her for almost 4 months already, except for diamond peel. Her fees are reasonably priced. Leave a message just incase you want to get hold of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For facial wash, I swear on &lt;strong&gt;Celeteque&lt;/strong&gt;. And good news, once you buy this you're patronizing a Filipino product. YES, believe it or not this is a local product here in the Philippines. And WAY better than Neutrogena! Works for my super sensitive skin, and this is a water based product so I guess that explains it. Their moisturizer is also good. &lt;em&gt;But not recommended for people with super dry skin.&lt;/em&gt; I still bet on &lt;strong&gt;Oil of Olay&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;em&gt;super dry skin&lt;/em&gt;, recommended for cold winter days and keeps windburns at bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avene&lt;/strong&gt;, on the other hand is also one of the products that I swear by. I only have their glycolic creme thingie which I got from my derma. I use this before I put on moisturizer. What it does is it makes skin smoother because of the glycolic content and lightens acne scars. I can't wait to get hold of their tinted moisturizer. But unfortunately, its not yet available here in Manila =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aveeno&lt;/strong&gt; is also on my list for being gentle on my skin. I have skin asthma which explains that I can't use some certain lotions specially if I have the red nasty marks on my skin. But from what I heard, this is not moisturizing enough for winter time. Although I think it'll work if you use it together with &lt;strong&gt;Oil of Olay Moisturizing Bodywash&lt;/strong&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To combat acne and for prevention,&lt;strong&gt; Differin&lt;/strong&gt; also is included in my list together with &lt;strong&gt;Panoxyl&lt;/strong&gt; BUT it should be used with moderation since this has a drying effect on the skin. Again, it was prescribed by my derma. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And if I have a budget, I go to my derma for &lt;strong&gt;Diamond Peel&lt;/strong&gt; treatment once every 2 months. So far I only had 3 but the results are very much visible even after the 1st session. Made my skin finer, smoother and less acne prone. And of course me being such a cheapskate, I only pay Php1500/session that's with treatments already. Compare to the infamous Vicki Belo who charges Php3500/session!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hail to the vainest person ever existed when it comes to hair, and yes that's me hehe =P Admittedly, I don't have the perfect black shiny straight hair that a typical person normally wants to have but these products really worked wonders for my rebonded, relaxed, colour treated and damaged hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kerastase&lt;/strong&gt; - You can even check the reviews at makeupalley.com and I'm not the only person on this globe who's raving for these products. Quite pricey (Shampoo for Php995 and masque for Php1350) but then again you don't have to shampoo your hair regularly if you have dry hair (interval of 2-3 days, to prevent stripping off hair's natural oils) and you can alternate the masque with your regular conditioner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A'bonne Hair Spa&lt;/strong&gt; - WAY better than Pantene! Or make it hella way better. Pantene is nothing compared to this one. I use this regularly, and does a great job in conditioning my dry hair. Market price is around Php250 but I only get mine for only Php107, thanks to my friend who sells cheap A'bonne products.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And before going out of the house, I apply hair serum to my hair to smoothen the cuticles and to make it shinier and smoother. I use L'oreal Techniart Liss Extreme Serum. This is the light version of &lt;strong&gt;Citre Shine&lt;/strong&gt; (Citre is kinda sticky and heavy on the hair if you put excessive amount). In Canada, I use &lt;strong&gt;John Freida Hair Serum&lt;/strong&gt;. Quite pricey tho, more than $15CAD per bottle if I'm not mistaken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Makeup:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now for this matter, I got so much to share BUT then again my ultra sensitive skin prohibits me from using some brands and products such as &lt;strong&gt;MAC Studiofix&lt;/strong&gt; which made my skin breakout after a day of using it, and &lt;strong&gt;Prestige e/s&lt;/strong&gt; which made my lids itchy afterwards (too bad I so love the colours in their e/s duo, but then again quality wise, its not that pigmented so it doesn't last long on my super oily lids.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now here are some products which I currently use/tested without suffering from any breakouts and allergies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fasio Fit&amp;Stay Liquid Foundation w/ SPF28&lt;/strong&gt; - My current HG foundation. For only Php425 it gives you a big bang for your money. Rub and sweat proof, what more can you ask for? :) And this is from the makers of Sekkisei and Awake, so I guess that explains why this one is pretty good, but only for a fraction of Shu Uemura's UV Liquid foundation price.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shu Uemura UV Liquid Foundation&lt;/strong&gt; - I just tried this over the counter and I love it! Doesn't give you the heavy feeling, same with Fasio. But of course since its Shu, the price is Php2100 if I'm not mistaken. Welllll... Maybe I'll get this in the future if there's no Fasio in Toronto once I get back there in a few months time =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For concealers, I really don't use one on a regular basis but here are some brands which I tried that are okay. &lt;strong&gt;VOV's Foundation/Concealer&lt;/strong&gt;, according to my little sister is the next best thing after &lt;strong&gt;Shu Uemura&lt;/strong&gt;. And it's only a fraction of Shu's price. &lt;strong&gt;Sonya&lt;/strong&gt;, on the other hand has everything that you need in a concealer. Imagine getting 5 shades in one container. Sweet isn't it? &lt;strong&gt;Physicians Formula's Instant Makeover Tool&lt;/strong&gt; in which you can use either as a concealer or foundation is also okay for me. No irritations and it covers up this slight pimple scar on my right cheek, hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Right now, I really don't use foundation even if I go out on gimmicks, what I do is I just use &lt;strong&gt;L'oreal UV Perfect Tinted Moisturizer with SPF50&lt;/strong&gt; after I apply &lt;strong&gt;Avene&lt;/strong&gt;. Dust with &lt;strong&gt;Sonya Translucent Powder&lt;/strong&gt; (the best powder I swear! And of course its cheap. Less than Php600. Texture is really fine and lasts long.)Put on lipbalm and apply blush. Speaking of blush and other makeups...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The best blush for me goes to &lt;strong&gt;Pop Beauty's Cheekypop in Sunset&lt;/strong&gt;. Runner up goes to &lt;strong&gt;MAC Sheertone Blush in Dollymix&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp;&lt;strong&gt; Sonya Blush in Sunset&lt;/strong&gt;. Cheekypop is the overall winner since staying power is REALLY good. Imagine I'm in school from 7-2 most of the time and even if I check myself in the mirror after class the blush is still there! I once tried &lt;strong&gt;NARS Angelika&lt;/strong&gt; but the shimmers are just too big. Comparing it with Dollymix, staying power is bad and Dollymix is more pigmented, thus harder to blend compare with MAC's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For e/s, Hands down to &lt;strong&gt;MAC&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Sonya&lt;/strong&gt;! Even my friend Myca (she's a makeup artist by the way) swears on these stuffs. It really clings and lasts long on my oily lids. The downside with Sonya is they don't have that much varieties when it comes to colour. Must have shade for MAC is Swish frost, Mythology and Twinks. For Sonya, I love Ginger, Moonbeam, and Hologram (I use this to highlight browbones) I even use Fudge Brownie as a brow powder, hehe. IMO, using brow powder looks more natural compare if you use a pencil one. You just have to use a long lasting one so you woudn't retouch in the middle of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't use lipsticks that much except if I'm on a nightout, so on a regular basis I use &lt;strong&gt;Forever Living's Aloe Lips&lt;/strong&gt; to prevent windburns. Downside is it doesn't have abn SPF. Back in Canada I use &lt;strong&gt;Bodyshop's Vitamin E Lipbalm w/ SPF15&lt;/strong&gt; and it's my lifesaver during winter days. I even remember they had this hemp flavoured lipbalm, darn talk about being a marijuana addict, didn't like the smell so I gave it away but it does the same job as the Vitamin E one. I only bought it 'coz Vitamin E Lipbalm is out of stock normally during wintertime and I have to find an alternative to save my windburns. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAC's Tinted Lip Conditioner in Fuchsia Fix w/ SPF15&lt;/strong&gt; gives my lips a hint of colour while it conditions. What I do sometimes is I apply Aloe Lips first then this one. Dry lips no more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now for stand out lips, my vote goes to &lt;strong&gt;MAC Lipglass stain in Spin Pink&lt;/strong&gt;. This is the better version of their lipglass. Comparing it to Lipglass this one doesn't flake off and it lasts really long. For lipsticks, &lt;strong&gt;MAC l/s in Pink Maribu&lt;/strong&gt; gets my vote. And for everyday use, &lt;strong&gt;Fasio l/s in Flowerpot Red&lt;/strong&gt; gives you the YLBB look. (Your lips but better)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, for bronzers, I use &lt;strong&gt;Bodyshop's Bronzing Stick&lt;/strong&gt;. My secret in achieving a natural looking tan is layering. I apply this on the apples of my cheek, bridge of nose, a little on the forehead and chin then I apply blush. And voila! =) I can get away with this look even if I don't have a tan. Just always remember to blend, blend, blend to make it look natural.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So far, these are the stuffs that I normally recommend everytime I'm asked about these things. But then again, sometimes it differs from the person who's using it. Specially in makeup, it is still best test it before buying one. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-113887744524769534?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/113887744524769534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=113887744524769534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/113887744524769534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/113887744524769534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2006/02/beauty-must-haves.html' title='Beauty Must Haves'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-113769430278836207</id><published>2006-01-19T13:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T13:11:42.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Girl's Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Got this somewhere, out there... Forgot where =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;kissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have that one hott kiss where your pressed against the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;Have a guy that thinks you're the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have a guy that holds on as long as possible when giving hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A boy that whispers he loves you in your ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have that moment where you just gaze into each other's eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;em&gt;When you cry, &lt;strong&gt;he kisses your tears away&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When you're not with your guy he's all that you can think about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Wearing his jacket and everytime you breath in, his scent surrounds you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;em&gt;A guy who will watch any movie with you, no matter how teary eyed you may get&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. A guy who squeezes your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. A boy that says he loves you and means it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. A guy that will play her favorite song outside her window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;A GUY WHO IS LOYAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. A guy that will sing to you no matter how bad he is at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.&lt;em&gt; A guy that will kiss you on the forehead&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. A guy that will call you beautiful or adorable...not hot, fine, or sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. A guy that will never judge you for how you look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;em&gt;A boy that says cheezy stuff to you just to make u smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. A boy that is the same when he is with you and when with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. A boy that tells you everything honestly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. A boy that is good with your family and introduces you to his family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. A guy that will always let you win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. A guy who stands up for you no matter who it is against&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. A guy who calls you at night just to say 'hi' and see how your day has been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. A boy who tells you that your smile makes his day and makes everything better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. A boy who will sit on the phone with you when you're sad, even if you're quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. A boy who you can hangout and have fun with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. A boy that will just randomly call you for no reason at all, just because he missed you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;em&gt;A guy who will hold your hand through the roughest parts of life&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. A guy who would love you forever no matter the circumstance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. &lt;strong&gt;A guy who wouldn't mind you wanting to get all dressed up and do your make up for him. Even if he says he likes you better without make up&lt;/strong&gt;. *Ehem, ehem =P*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. A guy who you can be yourself with and he will never give a care and would still tell you that you are amazing to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. &lt;em&gt;A guy who runs his fingers through your hair, like he's washing your worries/troubles away&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. A guy who tells you you make his day better, just for being you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;..another one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amazingly True.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will.YOU WILL HAVE YOUR HEART BROKEN PROBABLY MORE THAN ONCE AND IT'S HARDER EVERYTIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. YOU'LL FIGHT WITH YOUR BEST FRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back. &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/8430466-113769430278836207?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/113769430278836207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=113769430278836207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/113769430278836207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/113769430278836207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2006/01/every-girls-dream.html' title='Every Girl&apos;s Dream'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-113748695606626611</id><published>2006-01-17T03:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T03:37:22.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Go, Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6699;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be very careful if you make a woman cry&lt;/strong&gt; because God counts her tears. The woman came out of a man's rib, not from his feet to be walked on. Not from his head to be superior of, but from the side to be equal with. &lt;strong&gt;Under the arm to be protected for and next to the heart to be loved&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-113748695606626611?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/113748695606626611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=113748695606626611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/113748695606626611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/113748695606626611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-go-girl.html' title='You Go, Girl!'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-113743159583865021</id><published>2006-01-16T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T12:18:10.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos by Ken Go =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/1600/9.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/320/9.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top by Kate Torralba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jeans by Rock &amp; Republic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Shoes by Candie's =P =P =P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Makeup by Myca Velarde&lt;br /&gt;Styling by Sheena Asis *HAHAHA*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-113743159583865021?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/113743159583865021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=113743159583865021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/113743159583865021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/113743159583865021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2006/01/photos-by-ken-go.html' title='Photos by Ken Go =)'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-113735073420955253</id><published>2006-01-15T09:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T11:35:07.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is my belief...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In every single pain, suffering, agony and sacrifices we make, those things gets away with a piece of us eventually, and effortlessly. Not only in relationships these things happen. Reminds me of the Greek mythology about finding our "other half". I know I'm starting to sound so cheesy, but I guess that myth is a product of ancient Greeks on trying to explain the magic of finding the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;great love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Each and everyone of us, sooner or later will find our missing piece. And that person, is the only one who's capable of filling the missing pieces of one's soul. And I guess that's what they call the magic of true love...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;The Last Time - Eric Benet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The first time I fell in love was long ago.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how to give my love at all.&lt;br /&gt;The next time I settled for what felt so close.&lt;br /&gt;But without romance, you're never gonna fall.&lt;br /&gt;After everything I've learned;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's finally my turn.&lt;br /&gt;This is the last time I'll fall... in love.&lt;br /&gt;The first time we walked under that starry sky,&lt;br /&gt;there was a moment when everything was clear.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't need to ask or even wonder why, because each question is answered when your near.&lt;br /&gt;and I'm wise enough to know when a miracle unfolds, this is the last time I'll fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;Now don't hold back, just let me know.&lt;br /&gt;Could I be moving much too fast or way too slow.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all of my life, I've waited for this day.&lt;br /&gt;To find that once in a lifetime, this is it, I'll never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know what it's taken me to say these words.&lt;br /&gt;And now that I've said them, they could never be enough.&lt;br /&gt;As far as I can see, there's only you and only me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last time I'll fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;Last time I'll fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;The last time I'll fall... in love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now, at the back of my mind, the hopeless romantic side of me is wishing, and hoping that this is going to be the last... And forever will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just don't get it why I had this &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; weird dream last night. Sheesh, I can't even explain why such dream occured. Could it be the power of &lt;em&gt;deja vu&lt;/em&gt; which normally happens to me most of the time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/1600/babytee.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/320/babytee.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My silly attempt to cheer myself up as of today. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/1600/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/320/25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True friends never fail to make my day complete (well that's aside from my beau ofcourse =P ), went out for dinner last night with friends at CPK and yes, had a blast as always =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-113735073420955253?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/113735073420955253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=113735073420955253' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/113735073420955253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/113735073420955253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2006/01/missing-pieces.html' title='Missing Pieces'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-113721590499501723</id><published>2006-01-14T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T02:38:01.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Greatest Bargain of the Year</title><content type='html'>Gawd, I've never been this hyper on a rainy saturday morning. Woke up like around 11:30 and as soon as I conditioned myself before going to the shower, I remember that I should fix the booking for Boracay trip ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First few tries line is fcuking busy. Damn, what a morning, I thought. And was &lt;em&gt;soooo &lt;/em&gt;brokenhearted after talking to an agent telling me the dates that we want are fully booked already and started panicking looking for cheap domestic flights. BUT still, me being such a persistent person I guess kinda gotten into me once more, so I tried my luck through online booking and voila! There was a window popped showing me the available flights for the cheapest ones. So after booking online, I called up Cebu Pacific again. Hmmm, it's taking 50years for the agents to pick up the phone but I guess its all worth it if they'll tell me that its almost 100% sure booked already! So yeah, for some friends who knows me I bombarded the guy agent with questions regarding online booking and asked him the chances for us to avail the promo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I'm so proud of myself right now! &lt;strong&gt;Php3011/pax for round trip&lt;/strong&gt; baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/1600/DSC01254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/320/DSC01254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 days 3 nights of pure sea, sand, fun with friends is going to be such a wonderful experience for me since God knows when.WOOOHOOOO!!!! Boracay, here we come! =) *happy happy joy joy*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-113721590499501723?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/113721590499501723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=113721590499501723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/113721590499501723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/113721590499501723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2006/01/greatest-bargain-of-year.html' title='Greatest Bargain of the Year'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-113718774421175842</id><published>2006-01-13T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T01:19:28.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolution: Shopping Rehab, Like Really?!</title><content type='html'>Okay, even if I'm a BS Math major (&lt;em&gt;bobo sa math&lt;/em&gt;, stupid in math) it takes a simple common sense for me to know that I kinda overspent once AGAIN. Errrr, no explanations needed! Not unless if I say that it's all part of being a girl is an accepted excuse. Haha what a lame excuse, sounds sooooooo... Childlike. I know, Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier I was chatting with a couple of friends about our upcoming &lt;em&gt;Boracay&lt;/em&gt; trip *whooopeeee!* and the topic went to our new years resolutions, so I decided to make one and post it HERE so that atleast, I can keep track of it. I know this is such a late post, but better late than never.=)&lt;br /&gt;- Go to school early, no more buzzer beaters. LOL&lt;br /&gt;- Do more productive things during free time aside from reading gossip or fashion mags. GUILTY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;- Try to trim down to 107-110lbs. Currently 51.5kg. Need to be fit&lt;br /&gt;- Get involved in sports &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. I miss kickboxing and swimming...&lt;br /&gt;- Find a decent job ASAP in &lt;strong&gt;Toronto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Leave the VISA card at home!&lt;br /&gt;- Last but not the least, &lt;strong&gt;SHOPPING REHAB&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of, even if I know compare to others I really don't shop that much but the thought of buying 3 pairs of shoes in less than a week is enough for me to feel guilty already, and that's aside from the things that I won from Ebay (erk, hehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/1600/Lil"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/320/Lil%27babyprincess%28762%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I was able to get a haircut last wednesday, courtesy of my friend who works for Emphasis salon at Manila Pen. I swear I want my wedding reception to be held there, LOL. It's the nicest hotel for me here in Manila, in my opinion. The lobby is just soooo... Classic. Anyways, with the haircut I swear this is the best haircut that I got eversince my hairdresser from Hairbytes before left for Dubai. And the best part is, I only paid for the blowdry so I only paid Php400! I just &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my connections =) And obviously, I can't resist not taking a pic of my new do even if my boyfriend thinks I don't even look like I had a haircut! AND, got a free makeover from MAC counter courtesy of my MA friend there, Emer =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not to mention, my first new year shopping started with a blast on that day. After class I went to G4 to meet my friends Wilson and Chare and ended up looking around Rustan's. I stumbled on this Babyphat sleeveless rhinestone logo top and I must say, that it looks cuter if it's black (they only have white) so I asked if they have black for that particular design. And inquired if it's included in the VIP card discount just incase I buy it. And surprise... The NEW ARRIVAL top is &lt;strong&gt;70% OFF&lt;/strong&gt;! The girl pointed out this dirt which can be removed but they still consider it as a damage thus explains the big discount, and ofcourse bought it right after I tried it on. From Php1950, down to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Php583&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I guess that bargain is a sign that I should start buying clothes only during sales and on UK's (&lt;em&gt;ukay-ukay&lt;/em&gt;, second hand clothing) which reminds me of a nearby UK shop here at my place... Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough Sheens, enough. Rehab time for now. (Like really...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/1600/fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/320/fireworks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G4 firework's display, December 23. Me and Rollz were waiting outside Oakwood for Roy then *kabooom*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year. Better late than never. =) Or better yet, &lt;em&gt;Kiong Hi Huat Tsai &lt;/em&gt;(Kong Hei Fat Choi in fookien) =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-113718774421175842?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/113718774421175842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=113718774421175842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/113718774421175842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/113718774421175842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-years-resolution-shopping-rehab.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolution: Shopping Rehab, Like Really?!'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-113682512683211060</id><published>2006-01-09T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T01:43:21.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Sevened?</title><content type='html'>Got SE7ENed&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://pinkroxx.blogspot.com" target="_new"&gt;Diane&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules: Express your Love for SE7EN... and get others to know more about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copy and Paste the following into your own blog and complete all SE7EN bulletsof the SE7EN questions. Then, pick SE7EN ppl to pass it on! Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S E 7 E N Things that make me Smile =) :&lt;br /&gt;01) Rolly&lt;br /&gt;02) My Coffee baby!&lt;br /&gt;03) Mom's phonecalls&lt;br /&gt;04) Compliments&lt;br /&gt;05) Cute kids/babies&lt;br /&gt;06) 4 letters: S A L E =P&lt;br /&gt;07) Bonding sessions with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S E 7 E N Ways to Win my Heart (Right Now):&lt;br /&gt;*Hmm, he should be --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01) Sweet&lt;br /&gt;02) Caring&lt;br /&gt;03) Patient&lt;br /&gt;04) Understanding&lt;br /&gt;05) Be LOYAL&lt;br /&gt;06) Baby me *face the facts, girls love being babied and spoiled by their guys ;)&lt;br /&gt;07) And of course.. Honesty is the best policy =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S E 7 E N Things I Believe In:&lt;br /&gt;01) God&lt;br /&gt;02) Angels&lt;br /&gt;03) True love&lt;br /&gt;04) Coincidence&lt;br /&gt;05) Ghosts&lt;br /&gt;06) Fate&lt;br /&gt;07) Power of prayer =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S E 7 E N Things I'm Afraid Of that are just BLAH:&lt;br /&gt;01) Cockroach *YUCK!!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;02) Arachnids&lt;br /&gt;03) Dark places&lt;br /&gt;04) Snakes&lt;br /&gt;05) Blood&lt;br /&gt;06) Ghosts? Hehe&lt;br /&gt;07) Rejection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S E 7 E N Things I Do Everyday:&lt;br /&gt;01) Text Rollz&lt;br /&gt;02) Eat, eat and eat!&lt;br /&gt;03) ... And start to analyze how many calories I consumed. Eh?&lt;br /&gt;04) Look at myself in the mirror. *vain =P&lt;br /&gt;05) Browse through femalenetwork.com&lt;br /&gt;06) Check my email&lt;br /&gt;07) Talk to Rollz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S E 7 E N People I Want to See Right Now:&lt;br /&gt;01) Rolly&lt;br /&gt;02) My not-so-little anymore little brother&lt;br /&gt;03) My bestfriend&lt;br /&gt;04) and of course my newly born goddaughter, Jersey Claire! =)&lt;br /&gt;05) Bianca *grrr you didn't show up to me here in Manila waaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;06) Atchie Lily, my churchmate in Toronto&lt;br /&gt;07) Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S E 7 E N People who should also do this:&lt;br /&gt;01) Myca&lt;br /&gt;02) Ylla&lt;br /&gt;03) Beej&lt;br /&gt;04) JR&lt;br /&gt;05) Atchie Gina&lt;br /&gt;06) can't think of...&lt;br /&gt;07) anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2005 Review&lt;/u&gt; from &lt;a href="http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com" target="_new"&gt;Sheena&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****PLACES:&lt;br /&gt;1) PLACE YOU HUNG OUT THE MOST IN THIS YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;Eastwood, because of their nice theatres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) FAVORITE NEW PLACE YOU DISCOVERED:&lt;br /&gt;Not so new tho my first time to go there, BORACAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) PLACES YOU MADE OUT IN (OR MORE) THIS YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****PEOPLE:&lt;br /&gt;1) PERSON/S WHO TAUGHT YOU A LOT THIS YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;Rolly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) AN OLD FRIEND YOU REDISCOVERED THIS YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember any, maybe because they're insignificant =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) PERSON WHO TOLD YOU THE NICEST THING ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, Rolly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) PERSON WHO DID SOMETHING REALLY GREAT FOR YOU (AND WHAT):&lt;br /&gt;Rolly, extended his stay for me! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) PERSON YOU SPENT THE MOST TIME WITH THIS YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;Rolly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) PERSON YOU DID SOMETHING REALLY GREAT FOR (AND WHAT):&lt;br /&gt;Same person, Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) SOMEONE YOU WISHED YOU TALKED TO THIS YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) SOMEONE WHOM YOU STARTED A GREAT NEW FRIENDSHIP WITH:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) OLD ENEMY/S YOU MADE PEACE WITH THIS YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;Eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) SOMEONE YOU LOST THIS YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;Like who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) PERSON/S YOU KISSED THIS YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;Only my baby and my coffee LOL =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) PERSON WHO MADE YOU LAUGH THE MOST:&lt;br /&gt;Rolly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) PERSON WHO MADE YOU CRY:&lt;br /&gt;Rolly? Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) PERSON YOU DISLIKED WHEN THE YEAR BEGAN BUT ENDED UP BECOMING GOOD FRIENDS WITH:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) PERSON YOU CRUSHED ON THE ENTIRE YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) PEOPLE YOU WENT OUT ON DATES WITH:&lt;br /&gt;Rolly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) COOLEST PERSON YOU MET THIS YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;The mean girls, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****STUFF:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) CLOTHING ITEM YOU WORE MOST THIS YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;Poloshirts.. Is this me? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) NICEST PRESENT YOU GOT THIS YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, my baby =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) FAVORITE SONG FOR THE YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;any song from the CD Rollz burned for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) COOLEST EVENT FOR THE YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;my baby's birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) NEW 'HOBBY' YOU PICKED UP THIS YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;reading "more" books to replenish my braincells. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) BEST BOOK OF THE YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;Eleven Minutes =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) BEST MOVIE:&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, Kingkong is overrated so... I don't really know for this year hehe. Just like heaven is also nice. To each his own!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) MOST SHOCKING NEWS HEADLINE OF THE YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;The president of the Philippines cheated on the elections, well as what I always say, Only in the Philippines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) FAVORITE FOOD FOR THE YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;Chickenjoy forever! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) FAVORITE NEW ARTIST THAT CAME OUT THIS YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;Pussycat Dolls. Harhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****LESSONS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) WISEST THING YOU DID THIS YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;Save money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) STUPIDEST THING YOU DID THIS YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember any for now. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) BIGGEST CHANGE IN YOUR LIFE THIS YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;Learned a lot more things about this so-called life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) BIGGEST CHALLENGE OF THE YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;Being in a long distance relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) SOMETHING YOU LEARNED THE HARD WAY:&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) GREATEST LESSON YOU LEARNED ABOUT:&lt;br /&gt;A. LOVE - It does exist.&lt;br /&gt;B. LIFE - Life's better when you're younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) BEST JOKE YOU'VE HEARD ALL YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;The farting joke that my baby told me. Hehe Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) BIGGEST DISAPPOINTMENT OF THE YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;A LOT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) BIGGEST BLESSING OF THE YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;Rolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) BIGGEST THING YOU DISCOVERED ABOUT THE WORLD:&lt;br /&gt;That the world is not round but rather oblate shaped and tils on its axis. =O HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) BIGGEST THING YOU DISCOVERED ABOUT PEOPLE IN GENERAL:&lt;br /&gt;You can't please everybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****AND LASTLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;1) GOALS/DREAMS FOR THE NEW YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;Move back to Toronto&lt;br /&gt;Use my money wisely&lt;br /&gt;Save up&lt;br /&gt;Shopping rehab&lt;br /&gt;Get my driver's license =D&lt;br /&gt;Travel before I head back to Toronto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) PREDICTIONS FOR THE NEXT YEAR ON:&lt;br /&gt;A. LOVE - go back to Torontooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;B. CAREER - Find a decent job in Tdot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-113682512683211060?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/113682512683211060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=113682512683211060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/113682512683211060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/113682512683211060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2006/01/got-sevened.html' title='Got Sevened?'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-113636827587060915</id><published>2006-01-04T01:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T04:51:15.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Since You Went Away</title><content type='html'>I hate being redundant, and I just hate it whenever people sometimes ask me the same question over and over. But I know &lt;em&gt;I am getting redundant&lt;/em&gt; lately about Rolly and how I miss him so much and all those stuff. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking alone, or should I say going out alone for me now makes me feel pathetic somehow. I just found myself staring on my ride side area when I took a cab going home from the mall, and in less than a second I found myself teary eyed once again, wishing and hoping that he can be with me right at that moment =( Everything's just seem so hard for me, why can't I just go back to the way things used to be before? I'm starting to be feeble again. And I'm &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; loving this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's just so different right now, my heart's really crushed. Feels like I'm getting insane little by little because of this. Sigh, but what can I do? All I have to do is to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, oh gawd... I &lt;em&gt;REALLY&lt;/em&gt; miss him so bad =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-113636827587060915?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/113636827587060915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=113636827587060915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/113636827587060915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/113636827587060915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2006/01/since-you-went-away.html' title='Since You Went Away'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-113623219856314743</id><published>2006-01-03T02:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T15:24:39.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stick Wit U</title><content type='html'>My current song for my one and only &lt;em&gt;mahal Ü Click &lt;a title="The Pussycat Dolls - Stick Wit U" href="http://www.youtube.com/?v=dsHDaOuXEN4" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; to watch the video!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's so amazing to know that the lead singer of this group is Hawaiian-FILIPINO-Russian. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't wanna go another day,&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;em&gt;I'm telling you &lt;u&gt;exactly what is on my mind.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like everybody's breaking up&lt;br /&gt;Throwing their love away,&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;em&gt;I know I got a &lt;strong&gt;good thing&lt;/strong&gt; right &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;here&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I say (Hey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nobody&lt;/strong&gt; gonna &lt;em&gt;love me better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; must stick with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;forever.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nobody&lt;/strong&gt; gonna take me higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; must stick with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;You&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; know how to appreciate &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; must stick with &lt;u&gt;you,&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody ever made me feel this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I must stick with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I don't wanna go another day&lt;br /&gt;So I'm telling you &lt;strong&gt;exactly&lt;/strong&gt; what is &lt;em&gt;on my mind&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;See the way we ride in our private lives,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ain't &lt;strong&gt;nobody&lt;/strong&gt; getting &lt;u&gt;in between&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I want &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to know that &lt;em&gt;you're the &lt;strong&gt;only one&lt;/strong&gt; for me&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;(one for me)&lt;br /&gt;And I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ain't nothing else I can need&lt;/em&gt; (nothing else I can need)&lt;br /&gt;And now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm singing&lt;/strong&gt; 'cause &lt;u&gt;you're so, &lt;strong&gt;so &lt;/strong&gt;into me.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll be making love endlessly&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you (baby, I'm with you)&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you're with me (Baby, you're with me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;em&gt;don't you worry about&lt;br /&gt;People hanging around&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;They&lt;strong&gt; ain't&lt;/strong&gt; bringing &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;us&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and you know me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that's all&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;that counts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't you worry about&lt;br /&gt;People hanging around,&lt;br /&gt;They &lt;strong&gt;ain't&lt;/strong&gt; bringing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;us&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; down.&lt;br /&gt;I know &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and you know me&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-113623219856314743?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/113623219856314743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=113623219856314743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/113623219856314743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/113623219856314743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2006/01/stick-wit-u.html' title='Stick Wit U'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-113621742757336735</id><published>2006-01-02T08:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T10:57:07.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummer Days</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I was able to manage to stay home *technically, I just went to the grocery earlier to buy some paper towels etc. &amp; &lt;em&gt;bibingka&lt;/em&gt; *rice cake** for the WHOLE DAY! Woooo no shopping and all?! Can't believe it haha! After all the shopping escapades that I made last week since &lt;em&gt;Rolly&lt;/em&gt; went back to Toronto, I guess that means no shopping for now. Can't imagine that I was able to buy 3 pairs of shoes in less than 3 days, tsk! Uhm, not unless it's true that Zara has an upcoming sale this coming friday. Uh-oh, there goes my credit card again... = Was supposed to go to Starbucks to read a book, but I'm feeling too lazy to move around for now specially with the humid weather that we have here in Manila. Weird, I expect that it's gonna be colder since its January already. Makes me want to go to Boracay this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooops, speaking of &lt;em&gt;Boracay&lt;/em&gt;, my crazyass friend Myca is actually planning to go this week. I don't mind as long as I won't take the plane! It's so expensive to go there by plane, it's even cheaper to go to Hong Kong nowadays. If I go to HK, It's gonna cost me less than 4K (with all the taxes), if I go to Boracay, cheapest is almost 6K! I just don't get it why local flights are way more expensive compare to overseas flights nowadays. Even if I go to Malaysia, Singapore, or Thailand they still come cheaper. Tsk. So much about the gov't. promoting Philippine tourism. Blech *bitter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't imagine that I was able to survive New Year &lt;strong&gt;all by myself&lt;/strong&gt;. There's always a first time for everything as what they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I have an option to go to my grandmother's house, I'd rather not go there than to ruin my new year. Although I miss my dog so much and I really want to see her =( For some maybe it's quite depressing to be alone, but for me in some instances I'd rather be alone than to get &lt;em&gt;shit&lt;/em&gt; from other people. The view of the fireworks from my place is nice , tho I personally think it's better to watch those fireworks displays with someone =( And of course, at the back of my mind I was wishing and hoping that I'll celebrate it with &lt;em&gt;Rollz&lt;/em&gt;. Well, there's next year anywayz.Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hate it whenever I get ulcer attacks, I just can't do anything about it and its soooo painful argh! And that's what I'm feeling right now =( Stupid me, I drank pop that's why. *Errrr Sheeeeeensss when will you learn not to eat/drink stuff not meant for you!?* I just really wish that &lt;em&gt;Rolly's here&lt;/em&gt;, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's starting by next week, &lt;em&gt;Shit&lt;/em&gt;. I don't wanna go to school yet for now since I really dread waking up early! And I really don't feel like going to school &lt;em&gt;yet.&lt;/em&gt; No, no no...!!!!! I still want to hibernate for like... another month? Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, I'm not yet really ready to go back to school for now. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-113621742757336735?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/113621742757336735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=113621742757336735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/113621742757336735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/113621742757336735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2006/01/bummer-days.html' title='Bummer Days'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-113596311548232230</id><published>2005-12-30T12:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T10:10:21.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Friday Night</title><content type='html'>As usual, I'm hella bored. Surfing around the net till I stumbled on this quote that I saw from a forum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;He holds me when I start to cry, makes me smile with just his eyes. He shares my hopes, dreams, fears and wipes away all my tears. I love him without regret, I just haven't found him yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-113596311548232230?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/113596311548232230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=113596311548232230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/113596311548232230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/113596311548232230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/12/boring-friday-night.html' title='Boring Friday Night'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-113558176197353374</id><published>2005-12-26T04:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T02:25:20.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;somewhere&lt;/strong&gt; out there, there is someone who is meant&lt;br /&gt;to be the &lt;strong&gt;love of your life&lt;/strong&gt;, your best friend, &lt;u&gt;your soulmate&lt;/u&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;the one you can tell your dreams to, he'll smile at you when you tell him,&lt;br /&gt;but he will never laugh at your &lt;strong&gt;heart&lt;/strong&gt;. he'll &lt;u&gt;brush the hair&lt;/u&gt; out of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; send you flowers when you least expect it.&lt;br /&gt;he'll call you to tell you goodnight just before you get into bed,&lt;br /&gt;or just because he's thinking about you..&lt;br /&gt;he'll be bursting to talk to you &lt;em&gt;each morning&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;just to hear the sound of your voice,&lt;br /&gt;he'll look into &lt;strong&gt;your eyes&lt;/strong&gt; and tell you that&lt;br /&gt;you are the &lt;strong&gt;most beautiful girl&lt;/strong&gt; he's ever seen&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; for the first time in your life, you'll actually &lt;strong&gt;believe it&lt;/strong&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/8430466-113558176197353374?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-113553724210099212</id><published>2005-12-26T03:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T14:01:58.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;When you wake up each morning&lt;br /&gt;And you feel like calling&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;When the road seems uncertain&lt;br /&gt;And you can't stop the hurtin'&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there's no one beside you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there to guide you&lt;br /&gt;Catch you each time you fall&lt;br /&gt;When the stars won't shine anymore&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the world's unkind&lt;br /&gt;And your dreams, they need more time&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the rules they keep breaking&lt;br /&gt;And the future is fading&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rainbow will end&lt;br /&gt;In the palm of your hand&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever let it go&lt;br /&gt;When the stars won't shine anymore&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows where we'll go&lt;br /&gt;What will tomorrow bring&lt;br /&gt;But we have each other, just hold on tight&lt;br /&gt;We can take to the skies and fly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rainbow will end&lt;br /&gt;In the palm of your hand&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever let it go&lt;br /&gt;When the stars won't shine anymore&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing YOU so bad... ;(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-113553724210099212?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/113553724210099212/comments/default' 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Gone.</title><content type='html'>Feels like it was just yesterday when me and Rollz hugged for the last time, even the times when he'll just kiss me out of nowhere is still so fresh. Oh Gawd, how am I supposed to go on now that he's not right beside me anymore? =( I just feel so shattered. Why do all good things comes to an end? Why can't I just be with him all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All good things &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; comes to an end. That's the old saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sending one of the longest emails that I ever composed in the whole galaxy so far, I just hope that the ending has something better in store for us. A new start, and this time I know it's gonna be better. It breaks my heart to be away from my baby, but all I can do so far is just to cry till my eyes gets dry and swollen... And long for the presence of Rolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's no other way to say it&lt;br /&gt;And I, and I can't deny it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to see&lt;br /&gt;I miss you and me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Baby I miss you so much. Wait for me ok? I love you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-113550841665746459?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/113550841665746459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=113550841665746459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/113550841665746459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/113550841665746459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/12/gone.html' title='... Gone.'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-113528175569832582</id><published>2005-12-22T14:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T15:27:02.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas, errrr Canada, errr Toronto Blues</title><content type='html'>Christmas is fast approaching. In about 45 hours, aside from I'll get numerous text messages and greetings from friends, for sure I'll find myself pathetically crying again for the nth time over something that I know is bound to happen. Rolly's leaving by lunchtime on Sunday. I just hate it whenever I get depressed in an instant. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And obviously, I'm not yet ready to be away from him &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess time flies really fast, about 2 months ago I was so excited that I can finally see him and all, but it seems that 2 months is not enough even if he extended for like about 3 times already. Sigh, talk about life being fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And shit, I miss Toronto as well. I wanna go back to Tdot! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surfing around the net for some possible job offers in Toronto when all of a sudden I got an urge to check &lt;a href="http://torontoeatoncentre.com" target="_blank"&gt;Eaton Centre's Website&lt;/a&gt; and got giddy and excited when I saw that they have a couple of new shops already such as H &amp; M and Bebe Sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmmm, they surely know how to make me get enticed to get my ass back to Toronto huh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those times when I'll walk from Yonge &amp; Bloor going down to Yonge &amp;amp; Dundas to go to school and do a little window shopping for my next shopping project, LOL. Those were the days when I feel contented, even with only less than $5 on my pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days when I know whom I should trust and run to, in times of wearyness and depression. Those were the days when I feel peace in myself, even if I'm miles away from this fcukingholycrappyshitty place called Manila where other people consider it as a home and I don't *blech*, obviously. I just hate the fact that I'm currently here in Manila and not yet back in Toronto. Argh. Despite of the presence of my mom, relatives and some friends here, I just know that I don't belong in this place... And NEVER will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with no one there, i.e. no relatives, friends except for 1 shittyjackasswipepatheticmoron there (Über long story!), I know for a fact that God was actually watching me and protecting me all the time when I was still in Toronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, if I can just warp going back there! =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-113528175569832582?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/113528175569832582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=113528175569832582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/113528175569832582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/113528175569832582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-errrr-canada-errr-toronto.html' title='Christmas, errrr Canada, errr Toronto Blues'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-113498912134768966</id><published>2005-12-19T05:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T05:45:21.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Holiday Activity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/1600/zzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/320/zzz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TA-DAAAAH!!!!!!!Ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-113498912134768966?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/113498912134768966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=113498912134768966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/113498912134768966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/113498912134768966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/12/favorite-holiday-activity.html' title='Favorite Holiday Activity'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-113475750689172988</id><published>2005-12-16T12:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T13:25:06.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanely Lunatic Friday Nights</title><content type='html'>Finally, school's over. After almost a month and a half of cooking and forcing myself to eat what we cook (I normally don't eat what I cook), finally I can breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past few months since my boyfriend got here in Manila, things were not in their usual order, or should I say scenario. Less Embassy nights, less bonding sessions with friends &lt;em&gt;(they don't invite me as much as before thinking that I should be spending time with my beau. Grr) &lt;/em&gt;, and I should say that I sorta miss the old days. Well, I guess this is the price that I have to pay for having a boyfriend? Errr. I don't know and I don't think so &lt;em&gt;(?)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But then again life's not fair as what they always say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atleast now that school's over, I have a valid excuse for getting atleast 10 hours of sleep and staying up late every night. But for now I'd rather &lt;em&gt;sleep&lt;/em&gt; than to be up all day. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just feel like being silent for a while and think of all the things that's been running through my mind for the longest time. And everytime I get to think about these things most of the time I just end up being teary eyed and pitying myself for being such, such, this, and that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm on the verge of losing my mind. The only thing that keeps me sane is the love that I saved for myself. Call me selfish, but since I experienced too much pain, agony and hurt from people in my past I've been so protective of myself, having all my guards up from almost everybody even from the people whose close to my heart (remember the saying that these people are the ones who can hurt you really bad? I believe in this saying. Been there, done that). Funny how sometimes I don't even feel any single pain when I know IT is actually painful. Don't get me wrong, I'm not (yet) a masochist. I guess sometimes when you experience too much pain, you get used to it and either it makes you strong as well. For some maybe, they turn into a masochist. With me, I take it as a step to be strong. But sometimes when pain is just like a cycle that repeats over and over, I feel like I'm being a masochist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know deep down, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;pain is killing the frail, old me little by little that I choose to keep to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I even ponder and reflect on every single events of my life, knowing that it affects me, my persona, my behaviour, and my beliefs. Like for example, when I was little I believed my mom when she told me that her so-called suitor at that time is nice and fit to replace my dad's shoes. After some time and after seeing the real side of him I found out that he's the shittiest and the biggest bullshit in my mom's life. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Even when there are instances my mom will try to talk to me about reconciling with him, I choose not to and consider myself not having a dad at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if deep down, all my life, even as a toddler I long for the presence of someone whom I can call a dad&lt;/em&gt;. Someone who can give me piggy back rides, and someone who can go to the stage together with me &amp; my mom to receive a medal/award. I grew up having only my mom with me doing the task of a mom, and a dad of course, at the same time. And I choose for things to remain like this after getting a physical and&lt;em&gt; emotional&lt;/em&gt; abuse from my former stepdad. Of course everything has a price to pay. I don't get to spend much time with my mom, specially now that I moved out of my grandmother's house due to some complications and misunderstandings. At times, mom even has to sneak out just for her to see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how funny when friends or even my own boyfriend questions my so-called bitchyness. When all these time they know all of my traumatic and horrible past experience with friends etc. Like for example, back in highschool people made a shit out of me and normally humiliate me infront of other people, and yes even to strangers back then. Being the helpless me at that time and having the old mentality "They'll change soon once they realize I don't do any bad to them" didn't do any good at all. All the shit, humiliation, betrayal, abuse that I experienced from other people made me decide to be somehow, protective of myself. Specially at times when I sense someone trying to take advantage of me even in small ways, uh-oh... Poor creature as what my friends always say. But deep down, &lt;em&gt;I know that they know despite of these things, I try my very best to be a good friend/girlfriend even in just small ways. &lt;/em&gt;As what I always say, everything has its own advantage and disadvantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few days time, sad to say my boyfriend's going back to Toronto and leaving me all alone once again. I feel sad for these past few days but surprisingly I haven't shed any single tear at all everytime I think of it (although I swear my brain goes insane all the time everytime I get to think of this!), but as time goes &lt;em&gt;why do I end up crying, heart's feel bruised and shattered?&lt;/em&gt; Part of me knows that I have to be strong about this, 'coz this is the price that I have to pay for this relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God, when do all these pains and sufferings end?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-113475750689172988?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/113475750689172988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=113475750689172988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/113475750689172988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/113475750689172988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/12/insanely-lunatic-friday-nights.html' title='Insanely Lunatic Friday Nights'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-113306680097984366</id><published>2005-11-26T22:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T02:28:39.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boracay Hangover</title><content type='html'>It's been a week since I left Boracay. My skin's peeling already, my nose area is not that red anymore (Think of santa's rudolph. LOL =D ) &amp; I'm 90% recovered from the flu which I got during my stay there. Tsktsk... Partly I guess due to change of weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before we left for Bora, we went to Enchanted Kingdom (RP's so-called disneyland, but WAY smaller and less thrilling rides) ending up riding like only 3 rides! Sooooo not worth it since I paid for my entrance and Rolly's, good thing there's my credit card to save my wallet somehow lol. The only thing that we enjoyed there I guess is their go-kart. Devon Aoki a.k.a. Suki in the making? That's the reason why mom doesn't want me to drive. HAHA!Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/1600/DSC01237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/320/DSC01237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had dinner at Leslie's in Tagaytay eating bulalo to match the temperate weather. Yummmm... Then the very next day, woooooshhhhh! Beach?! Hah, a very wrong timing to get a terrible flu and sore throat. ACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/1600/plane2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/320/plane2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a beach/tan fanatic, seeing Boracay for the first time made me speechless. I've never been to any beach prettier than Bora. I swear! It's my first time to swim in a beach where you'll see fish swarm on your legs while you frolick in the water. And even my first time to see a fish who half buried himself in the sand. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I'll just let the pics do to the talking for me. Anyhoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/1600/cafeday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/320/cafeday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/1600/jonas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/320/jonas1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/1600/isle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/320/isle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-113306680097984366?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/113306680097984366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=113306680097984366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/113306680097984366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/113306680097984366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/11/boracay-hangover_26.html' title='Boracay Hangover'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-113258569106442368</id><published>2005-11-21T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T04:09:10.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Livin' The Life In Paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/1600/Lil"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/320/Lil%27babyprincess%28655%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-113258569106442368?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/113258569106442368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=113258569106442368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/113258569106442368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/113258569106442368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/11/livin-life-in-paradise.html' title='Livin&apos; The Life In Paradise'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-113173109168396811</id><published>2005-11-11T12:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T12:44:51.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Culinarian's Gastronomic Dillemas</title><content type='html'>P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I expect reactions like "Where the hell on Earth does gastronomic/gastronomy means?!" and to enlighten those who reacted such, here's the meaning from your old, reliable webster's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 : &lt;em&gt;the art or science of good eating&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 : &lt;em&gt;culinary customs or style&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyways, &lt;/em&gt;having only 2 hours of sleep for today makes me feel like I'm on a natural high this morning. Lucky for me, its a FRIDAY! =) Thanks to my so-called groupmate who doesn't have the balls to submit his part for our project. And thanks to my mom's genes and I don't get any eyebags despite of my sleeping probs, errr I mean my project dilemma last night =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt; news for me as well before class ended. I found out that...&lt;br /&gt;1. November 28 is a holiday. Long weekend again =)&lt;br /&gt;2. I have a meat presentation next next friday. Yeah &lt;em&gt;another presentation again&lt;/em&gt;, as how Rolly reacted when I told him that.&lt;br /&gt;2. November 29-30 is our &lt;strong&gt;WRITTEN MIDTERM EXAM&lt;/strong&gt;. Meaning? 2 weeks left to "review" for &lt;em&gt;atleast&lt;/em&gt; 10 handouts/manuals i.e. meat parts/cuts, fish/seafood, sanitation, those stupid french terminologies. Oh and not to mention to be familiar with our about 3inch thick recipe handouts. Oh gawd... AND last but not the least..................&lt;br /&gt;3. December 1 or 2 is midterm practicals. I have to cook on my own! I don't mind practicing at home but it's such a hassle to go to my granny's house just to freakin' practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND all of these is happening before my &lt;em&gt;beau &lt;/em&gt;gets his ass back in Canada which is on the first sunday of December. Oh lucky me. I just hope that he'll be extending his stay... Please please please! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so stressed since my birthday seems like making me look older, &lt;em&gt;I think&lt;/em&gt;. Hmm... I think too much admittedly, but can't help it as always. Or maybe, its because of my new specs! Guess I'm not that used to seeing myself wearing it. Although I used to wear one back in highschool. My vision is quite blurry lately even if my only problem is my astigmatism and some severe migraines. And yes I'm wearing it now. ERK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I badly need a massage/spa right now. I guess I won't be getting one till I get to Boracay next weekend. You read that right sweetie, I'm going to Boracay finally after a gazillion years. &lt;strong&gt;YEAH BABY! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-113173109168396811?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/113173109168396811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=113173109168396811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/113173109168396811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/113173109168396811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/11/culinarians-gastronomic-dillemas.html' title='A Culinarian&apos;s Gastronomic Dillemas'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-113155420221799420</id><published>2005-11-09T10:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T11:41:09.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Regular, Not-SO Extraordinary Day</title><content type='html'>Turning a year older actually isn't something that I really look forward to every year, maybe because I normally expect shitty things to happen before or on the day itself. Hmm, am I jinxed? Maybe. Maybe not this year. &lt;em&gt;I guess?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up as early as 6:30 every weekday is such a big accomplishment for me actually especially today. Toothbrush, wash face, eyebrow makeup, dressing up in about 10mins is another big accomplishment for me everytime I wake up way past 6:30... Let's say... quarter to 7? (My class starts at 7AM &lt;strong&gt;DAILY, &lt;/strong&gt;oh and not to mention the Rolly's voice echoing thru my equilibrium telling me to move faster everytime we're going out is a good inspiration =D *Hun lab u hehe*) Eyy, it's a girl thing to move quite slow whenever we "prepare and dress up". =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buzzer beater, I came in first before our Chef =P And not a single soul in our class knows my birthday. Haha. Better keep it that way for them not to bug me to treat them. Heck, I'd rather spend my moolah on treating my REAL friends rather than those asswipesjerkyassmorons. Ok enough of this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, what actually made my day today (aside from watching PBA with Rolly and his friends Dima and Joey) is when some people whom I didn't expect to remember my &lt;em&gt;buurthdaii&lt;/em&gt; texted me and actually greeted me. From my aunt who's based somewhere an hour away from Bangkok upto my guy friend, Jonathan who's currently in China studying did some finger exercise and managed to send me a SMS. And yes being the &lt;em&gt;sweetie&lt;/em&gt; of me replied to their text messages, making little chismis and ended up consuming almost Php150 of my load. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then I guess, this day is not so bad at all, eh? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and another reason for me to smile today is my brand new brown polka dot bikini. Hopefully the much awaited Boracay trip this coming weekend will push thru. Still having problems with my reservations. ACK!!!! Please please please please please I want the sun, sand, sky, sharks lol and a great tan as a birthday gift for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday's gonna be over in less than an hour and it's almost 12:30AM here already (I was born at around 1:10AM according to mommy mia) so let's see what will happen to me this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, speaking of Rollz (Hi Ther! =) ) we're okay now. Couples do fight/argue every now and then (this part I &lt;em&gt;loathe hate despise&lt;/em&gt; whatever you call it) but atleast, there's the part called &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kiss and makeup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy birthday Sheena. Happy birthday to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-113155420221799420?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/113155420221799420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=113155420221799420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/113155420221799420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/113155420221799420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/11/regular-not-so-extraordinary-day.html' title='A Regular, Not-SO Extraordinary Day'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-113092305500078324</id><published>2005-11-02T03:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T06:36:01.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet November... NOT.</title><content type='html'>Dang, I miss my blog. HAHA. Being away from the "civilization" for a while made me decide to go online right now and I guess just post my rants and raves for this month, and can I include this day as well?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;EVAT. Oh yesss... Another reason for me to hate this place so much! Prices will be up by 10% starting yesterday. No exemptions. EVERYTHING is included even makeup. Oh gawd...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My birthday. Sigh, I don't even feel like celebrating even if my boyfriend's here... Oh and speaking of...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's NOT allowing me to go to MAKATI when it's ok for him for me to go to DIVI &lt;em&gt;all by myself&lt;/em&gt;. Great! PLUS he walked out on me this afternoon. And I swear, it &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; made my day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hearing CHRISTMAS songs in any establishment nowadays. &lt;em&gt;And it really makes me feel depressed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No net and TV. Okay, I know I'm not supposed to include TV. But, but, but... Internet?! Huwaaaat??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My only LONG vacation for the whole friggin school year just went down the drain. Nasugbu trip cancelled, holy crap... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AND NO FUCKING PLANS FOR THIS WEEK! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;School's starting again by monday, and I haven't done my project yet. Duh they expect me to make a jam with my crappy electric stove in my condo? Yeah sure. And I don't even feel like going to my &lt;em&gt;guama's&lt;/em&gt; house just to do my project. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*stress overload*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-113092305500078324?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/113092305500078324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=113092305500078324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/113092305500078324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/113092305500078324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/11/sweet-november-not.html' title='Sweet November... NOT.'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-112896255704103990</id><published>2005-10-10T12:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T12:42:37.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy &amp; Complete, finally Ü</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/1600/Lil"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/320/Lil%27babyprincess%28523%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/1600/rollz&amp;sheenz1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/320/rollz%26sheenz1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-112896255704103990?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112896255704103990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=112896255704103990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/112896255704103990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/112896255704103990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-complete-finally.html' title='Happy &amp; Complete, finally Ü'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-112835684843756876</id><published>2005-10-03T12:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T12:27:32.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OMG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;em&gt;*Mela remember this? HAHAHA*&lt;/em&gt; Like really duh as if hehe... I really do feel so tense right now. It's past midnight already but here I am infront of the PC. Can't sleep and shit, I've never felt like this before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few hours, I'll be going to the airport and see Rolly there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness... I really can't wait to see him, give him the tightest and biggest hug that any girlfriend could give, and the sweetest kiss that was contained for quite some time. Gawd, Is this for real?! AAAACCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm in this state,there are still some things that pretty much bugging me for the past few days... Issues here at home regarding my boyfriend, mom hasn't settled things yet, and I'm not yet done arranging the room he's supposed to stay for his stay here. Oh crap... Thanks to my mom who's the biggest procastinator EVER next to me *I'm trying to do something about it atleast*. Buuttt, ey I'm doing my part here! Goodness I want to rest but yet I feel so restless. &lt;em&gt;And I'm not making any sense at all right now&lt;/em&gt;. Great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-112835684843756876?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112835684843756876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=112835684843756876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/112835684843756876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/112835684843756876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/10/countdown.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-112815911510380785</id><published>2005-10-01T05:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T05:31:55.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake It Off - Mariah Carey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Once again, my all time fave and idol, Mariah Carey strikes back with a vengeance and is soaring high once again in the music industry. This is one of my faves in her new album aside from Circles, The Emancipation of Mimi. This album is definitely a must buy! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I gotta shake it off&lt;br /&gt;Cause the loving ain't the same &amp; you keep on playing games&lt;br /&gt;     Like you know I'm here to stay&lt;br /&gt;I gotta shake it off&lt;br /&gt;Just like the Calgon commercial&lt;br /&gt;I really gotta get up outta here &amp; go somewhere&lt;br /&gt;I gotta shake it off&lt;br /&gt;Gotta make that move&lt;br /&gt;     Find somebody who appreciates all the love I give&lt;br /&gt;Boy I gotta shake it off&lt;br /&gt;Gotta do what's best for me&lt;br /&gt;     Baby and that means I gotta shake it off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;By the time you get this message It's gonna be too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;     So don't bother paging me 'cause I'll be on my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;See, I grabbed all my diamonds and clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;     Just ask your momma she knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You're gonna miss me baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;     Hate to say I told you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Well at first I didn't know but now it's clear to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You would cheat with all your freaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;     And lie compulsively&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So I packed up my Louis Vuitton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;     Jumped in your ride and took off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You'll never ever find a girl who loves you more than me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I found out about a gang of your dirty little deeds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;With this one and that one, by the pool, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;     on the beach, in the streets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Heard y'all was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hold up my phone's breakin' up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'ma hang up and call the machine right back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;     I gotta get this off of my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You wasn't worth my time so I'm leaving you behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;     Cause I need a real love in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Save this recording because I'm never coming back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;     Baby I'm gone, don't cha know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-112815911510380785?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112815911510380785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=112815911510380785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/112815911510380785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/112815911510380785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/10/shake-it-off-mariah-carey.html' title='Shake It Off - Mariah Carey'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-112758604620958740</id><published>2005-09-24T14:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T14:20:46.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Miracle Diet</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Schizophrenic&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I can describe myself right now. Here I am trying my very best to study for my upcoming exams &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt; this coming friday and alas, trying to &lt;em&gt;trim down&lt;/em&gt; (a little, atleast =D*) since my boyfriend's gonna be here by Oct. 4. I just can't believe that I'm actually trying my best to trim down despite of the fact that&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; diet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is nonexistent in my dictionary, and imagine a "chef" on a diet? Okay that doesn't sound right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Miss Asis currently on a diet?! You gotta be kidding me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually eating 1 cup of yogurt as I type this entry. Feel so guilty when I almost opened the foil containing Lasagna &lt;em&gt;( Baby envy me, your fave food =P )&lt;/em&gt; so I grabbed the yogurt instead even if I'm hungry. Prior to Lasagna, I ordered 1 &lt;em&gt;whole&lt;/em&gt; Lasagna and White Pizza from Sbarro but failed to finished it. Thus explains the foiled Lasagna. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side, its nice to see some clothes &lt;em&gt;getting&lt;/em&gt; a lil' loose. Hmmm, fabric stretched? I don't know. Well, maybe.  One week left for me to trim down. &lt;em&gt;Oh why why why is it SO HARD to be a girl?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopaholic strikes back with a vengeance, haha... Bought a white gauchos and a white capris. FINALLY! Was able to find a decent white capris and gauchos for myself. They're not so bad although I know I'm not even supposed to wear white since it makes you look bigger, thus explains the danger of me looking a lil' bigger if I wear white but with the latest purchases that I made, they fit nicely on me and miraculously looks good on me as well. Allelujah! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-112758604620958740?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112758604620958740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=112758604620958740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/112758604620958740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/112758604620958740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/09/miracle-diet.html' title='The Miracle Diet'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-112746398533021649</id><published>2005-09-23T01:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T06:02:25.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eleven Minutes And 5 Pesos Electric Bill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/1600/00605892721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" height="266" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/320/00605892721.jpg" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently, I was able to finish reading &lt;em&gt;Paulo Coelho's Eleven Minutes&lt;/em&gt;. Funny how I was able to finish the book: I read it during a boring class discussion. Such a model student, eh? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda cracked up when upon reading there's a &lt;strong&gt;Filipina&lt;/strong&gt; character in the story, and how she gave Maria an advice on how to get extra pay. Just moan and 50 Francs is on its pocket afterwards. Haha! Is this a proof that Filipinos are naturally "passionate"? Well, you guys be the judge of that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I was shocked when my aunt told me to pay the electric bill. I was like &lt;em&gt;"@#$@#%# how am I supposed to pay the $%#%$ bill?!"&lt;/em&gt; and she's like why don't you look at it first before you react? So I did as what she said and ended up choking somehow when I saw how much is our electric bill... 5 pesos! And I swear, I'm not kidding on this one. I guess the stupid meralco realized that they're overcharging us for the past 2 months that's why this month's bill went down to 5 pesos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Till now I still have a hangover. Okay, not alcohol but with Eleven Minutes. Hehe.Ü I actually like the story even if my boyfriend has the exact opposite opinion about it. The story is nice. But yeah its true that the book is more on the feminist side somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I'm going out with my girlfriends tonight. This is what I love about weekend, &lt;em&gt;chillaxin'&lt;/em&gt;... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-112746398533021649?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112746398533021649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=112746398533021649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/112746398533021649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/112746398533021649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/09/eleven-minutes-and-5-pesos-electric.html' title='Eleven Minutes And 5 Pesos Electric Bill'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-112722933391766119</id><published>2005-09-20T10:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T11:18:06.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unleashed Shopping Madness</title><content type='html'>Last weekend I was supposed to go shopping with my mom but ended up going to the mall alone, well that's the price that I have to pay I guess for having a &lt;em&gt;crappy stepdad&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since the last time I went &lt;em&gt;ballistic&lt;/em&gt; over &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I guess my mom knows that I deserve to shop after burying myself in school every weekdays :D And for the first time in my life history, she let me use her credit card! Yes that's right folks... The very magical card that can get me &lt;em&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/em&gt; I want. Name it, I can have it last Sunday =P BUT then again I'm such an angel for not doing so but I was able to buy some neccessary things that I need i.e. some clothes, shoes, makeup... In short I made Rustan's slightly rich in just one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second thought, I didn't purchase any designer stuff there so let's change it. &lt;em&gt;I made Rustan's "slightly" rich in one day. =P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm so let's see what do I have my in shopping bag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/1600/Lil"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/320/Lil%27babyprincess%28465%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so wish granted for me, I got the&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;gold sandals&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that I've been eyeing for almost a month (thanks &lt;em&gt;Mom &lt;/em&gt;for lending me your magical card =P), a nice black gauchos from Rustan's U, surprisingly I wasn't expecting that I'll see a nice pair of gauchos there. Best part about their gauchos is it flatters someone who has a J.Lo-ish butt like me =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this nice Fasio &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;lipstick&lt;/span&gt; at Essences, got so tempted when the MA told me it comes with a free lipbrush, hehe. And their liquid foundation... It's so nice I swear this is my HG foundation as of the moment. It works the same as &lt;em&gt;Shu Uemura's UV Liquid foundation &lt;/em&gt;at a fraction of its price! It's nice to buy something that works nicely without making you feel bankrupt everytime you use it =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally I was able to buy the cute beaded cami top from Herbench that I've been eyeing for a week. Then a sequined belt that I got for only Php80! And the last one is this caramel coloured wallet from Mango. ERRR I'm not even supposed to buy it but I realized that I need a decent small wallet and since opportunity only knocks once, Sheena &lt;em&gt;grabs it! =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I'm not that selfish to think about me, myself and I during those times. Fair enough, I bought a popcorn and jamaican patties for my brother and mom since I know they like munching on those things. =) See, I know how to share my blessings somehow *ehem* and I swear if I'm just one of the brats out there I could've bought myself a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dooney and Bourke handbag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that I've been eyeing for the longest time and a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Burberry tote&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. And I'm not crazy for now to spend 30 grand for those bags &lt;em&gt;for now =P &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I haven't bought a nice cocktail dress yet and a pair of nice white pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, when will a girl be contented with shopping? *rolls eyes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-112722933391766119?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112722933391766119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=112722933391766119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/112722933391766119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/112722933391766119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/09/unleashed-shopping-madness.html' title='Unleashed Shopping Madness'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-112661183380642642</id><published>2005-09-13T06:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T07:43:53.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The REAL Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know &lt;/strong&gt;it sounds funny if I say that I'm a crybaby. But yes I am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sight of my dog happily wagging her tail soothes me somehow. Remember the saying about dogs and babies being a stress reliever? &lt;em&gt;YES its true.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;I love babies as well. I love &lt;strong&gt;kids. &lt;/strong&gt;I love dogs. I am an animal lover. &lt;/em&gt;So puhleese, be kind to animals. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; somehow for me is one of the best theraphies ever. Aside from getting a nice massage. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting a feel-good text from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rolly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is enough to make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;a morning person, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, I'm such a shallow person that even the corniest jokes can make me laugh like there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hates &lt;/em&gt;staying at home! But too lazy to commute lately, teehee. And YES I commute. What do you think of me? A brat?! Nah-uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently and &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; dreaming of living in Paris, NYC, and London before I reach 30. Nothing's impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss eating streetfood lately. Must be the effect of eating too much European food lately in school. Squidballs and &lt;em&gt;isaw&lt;/em&gt; anyone? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an obsessive-compulsive disorder or popularly known as OC. Thus explains the reason why I check my bag every 10mins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone were the days when me and my friend, Genelit used to eat at Chili's then run to starbucks for a &lt;em&gt;venti&lt;/em&gt; Caramel Frap. Amazing isn't it? Such hidden talent should be credited to Guiness =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;cooking for my loved ones and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; get bitchy every now and then admittedly, but then again any girl who doesn't get PMS is gay. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing my childhood days so much that talking about it makes me feel like a child again. &lt;em&gt;*awww*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-112661183380642642?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112661183380642642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=112661183380642642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/112661183380642642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/112661183380642642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/09/real-me.html' title='The REAL Me.'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-112637412064476568</id><published>2005-09-10T12:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T13:51:25.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Madness</title><content type='html'>FINALLY!!!! A weekend which I can really call a weekend. I promised myself that this weekend's gonna be a rest weekend for me. There are some temptations actually courtesy of my girlfriends BJ and Lizle but then again, I seriously need my beauty rest =P Lord knows how much stress I get nowadays and for me, sleep is a priceless luxury. Makes me think what's gonna happen to me after I finish my course and start working outside. Stress x 100! ACK!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyy, one thing that I actually like nowadays about school *well that's aside from loving what I'm doing* is I don't need to go to the gym just to lose weight =P For me its a good thing although I know for sure once my boyfriend hears me say this its gonna be a never ending debate about it. Lately not only my classmates but my friends as well have been telling me that I look thinner than the usual. Some even tease me that I can be the new model for stresstabs. C'mon, I can't look that bad! Don't I? Errrr, except if I just got out of school. Hehe. People expect me to gain weight since all we do in school is eat, eat, and eat. But doooooh... Standing in the kitchen from 7-12 is not a good joke. STRESS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been good so far, somehow. School's not that stressing since we're doing lectures only. Not that much projects! =) And tomorrow hopefully me and my mom will push thru with our silver shoes and gold handbag hunting. I can't wait to shop! I swear it's the best stress reliever. Don't you agree with me girls? =P I just hope that my charm's going to work tomorrow if I see some eyecandy stuff tom ;) Hmmm let's see... I want new pairs of shoes, then maybe I can ask mom to buy me a new bag as well. *cross fingers* Sooooo... I have to be extra nice. Teehee =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and last weekend, me and my friends had a blast at Edsa Shang. Me and Atchie Fei even stayed there for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/1600/babyface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/320/babyface.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/1600/pic021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/320/pic021.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/1600/DSC003575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/320/DSC003575.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/1600/DSC003631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/320/DSC003631.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/1600/DSC003711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/320/DSC003711.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-112637412064476568?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112637412064476568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=112637412064476568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/112637412064476568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/112637412064476568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/09/weekend-madness_10.html' title='Weekend Madness'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-112628758390537434</id><published>2005-09-09T13:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T13:39:43.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby Coffee</title><content type='html'>I miss her. My life here in Manila is incomplete without my baby coffee. Earlier I just found myself missing her upon entering the house (She normally runs to me frisky and all, even steps on the thingie going to our living room 'coz she knows that I pat her head and baby her before I go inside my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 2 nights her weight dropped. She's not in her usual food trip mood for almost 2 days already so me, being a worrywart looked for an open veterinary clinic at imagine, 9 in the evening! And even commuted all the way to the clinic just to have her confined and all. I acted like a mother who's soooo afraid to lose her child. Good thing she behaved well on our way to the clinic. Just don't mind my sore right arm after we reached the clinic (she's 11kg.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm so damn worried about her specially after I found out that she's having problems with her kidney. Aside from finances definitely I want her to live longer. I can't afford to lose her. Who's gonna sleep outside my room and guard me during night time? Who's going to put a smile on my face after a stressing day at school? =( I just don't want her to go. NO. I love my dog so much. And I miss her so bad. ='(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-112628758390537434?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112628758390537434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=112628758390537434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/112628758390537434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/112628758390537434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-baby-coffee.html' title='My Baby Coffee'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-112617212340071724</id><published>2005-09-08T05:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T05:35:23.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheena's Raves &amp; Rants</title><content type='html'>As usual, I'm hella tired from school again as I type this and still not doing our group's project which is due for tom. HAHA! Not yet in the mood to do them for now so that explains why I'm doing this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special for today, except that I'm SO disappointed with one of my friends from school. I feel so ashamed with one of my friend's friend 'coz she actually went to my school just for my schoolmate to see the designer jeans that she's selling. I informed my classmate about it since last night and even reminded her this morning before our lunch service. Then when my friend arrived I texted her to go to the restaurant to see the jeans and was shocked when I got a text from her that she left the school already. The worst part is she didn't show any effort to meet up with my friend knowing that she can ask her boyfriend to go back to school since the place where they went is not that far. Talk about being inconsiderate! Knowing that that person went all the way to our school just to bring the jeans and acting like that at the same time is just so shameful in my part so I was really sorry earlier, and at the same time I was soooo fuming pissed and disappointed with my schoolmate. Sigh. I don't know if I can talk to her nicely tomorrow if she approaches me. See that's the thing with me. I'm so transparent. I don't fake with other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now for the feel good thoughts... 26 more days to go and I'll be seeing my boyfriend finally! Gawd I'm so excited! Was even supposed to send a snail mail from him but decided not to 'coz he might not get it before he goes back here in Manila, teehee... Damn, damn, damn! I REALLY can't wait to be with him and spend time with him =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-112617212340071724?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112617212340071724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=112617212340071724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/112617212340071724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/112617212340071724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/09/sheenas-raves-rants.html' title='Sheena&apos;s Raves &amp; Rants'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-112418182893801506</id><published>2005-08-16T04:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T05:01:07.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Current WANT List =P</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/1600/pPOLO1-1527157_lifeorstandard_v3301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/320/pPOLO1-1527157_lifeorstandard_v3301.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ralph Lauren Pink Pony Handbag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/1600/JL-JH35410_White_ex1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/320/JL-JH35410_White_ex1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.Lo Lux Leather Satchel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/1600/88215-brz-l_73f2f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/320/88215-brz-l_73f2f.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebe Hobo Bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/1600/pPOLO2-1958051_standard_v330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/320/pPOLO2-1958051_standard_v330.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polo Jeans Co. Pique Polo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/1600/pPOLO2-1960185_standard_v330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/320/pPOLO2-1960185_standard_v330.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ralph Lauren Pique Polo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/1600/87277-hib-l_766c31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/320/87277-hib-l_766c31.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebe Eyelet Lace Camisole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/1600/87599-hub-l_77d27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/320/87599-hub-l_77d27.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebe Embroidered Cotton Camisole&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-112418182893801506?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112418182893801506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=112418182893801506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/112418182893801506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/112418182893801506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-current-want-list-p.html' title='My Current WANT List =P'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-112367014926117397</id><published>2005-08-10T06:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T06:35:49.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Say NO To Harassment</title><content type='html'>Being harassed due to my school stuff is not really a good thing. Right now as I type this I just feel like dozing off to sleep already and don't even want to think about my report for tomorrow, which really sucks big time! I can't even eat that well since even the thought of me chewing my food makes me feel lazy hehe. Holy crap, I can't wait for the weekend... 2 more nights to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-112367014926117397?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112367014926117397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=112367014926117397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/112367014926117397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/112367014926117397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/08/say-no-to-harassment.html' title='Say NO To Harassment'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-112279478587436974</id><published>2005-07-31T13:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T03:26:27.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack Of The Allergies!</title><content type='html'>UGH. I can't even afford to look at myself in the mirror for almost 4 days. Imagine having a stupid allergy on my left cheek. Honestly It doesn't even look like its an allergy 'coz it looks burned (My derma treated it that's why it ended up looking like that) but now atleast its WAY better compare to how my cheeks looks like 3 days ago. Shit. This is even worse than my skin asthma. Atleast my classmates are mature enough not to make fun of me =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-112279478587436974?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112279478587436974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=112279478587436974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/112279478587436974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/112279478587436974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/07/attack-of-allergies.html' title='Attack Of The Allergies!'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-112145933039507421</id><published>2005-07-16T04:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T16:28:50.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheenuhlicious + Chandelier Earrings + Sunnies = The Bomb =P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/1600/Lil%27babyprincess%28155%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/320/Lil%27babyprincess%28155%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't resist taking a shot before heading to class =P Well, what can I say? "That's hot" as what Paris Hilton always say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-112145933039507421?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112145933039507421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=112145933039507421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/112145933039507421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/112145933039507421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/07/sheenuhlicious-chandelier-earrings.html' title='Sheenuhlicious + Chandelier Earrings + Sunnies = The Bomb =P'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-112144900865685422</id><published>2005-07-15T23:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T16:21:44.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi Colleziones =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/1600/Lil%27babyprincess%28244%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/320/Lil%27babyprincess%28244%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind dressing up in jeans and shirt as long as I have any of these! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 earrings and still counting... *Can't get enough of chandelier earrings*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-112144900865685422?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112144900865685422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=112144900865685422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/112144900865685422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/112144900865685422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/07/mi-colleziones.html' title='Mi Colleziones =)'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-112135369251809576</id><published>2005-07-14T10:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T11:08:12.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cramming For Exams</title><content type='html'>Anyone who says that culinary is easy, I'll chop him off to pieces with a butcher's knife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine I'm TRYING my very best to study 7 handouts. That's 3 booklets and 3 recipe handouts. Crap goodluck to me tom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another form of stress: I won't be able to talk to Rolly tomorrow morning, BOO! &gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, yakkity yakkity yak... Can anyone put oxygen in my brain right now for it to circulate more? According to science promoting oxygen circulation in the brain improves memory retention. And blah blah blah... Yak yak yak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a break. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-112135369251809576?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112135369251809576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=112135369251809576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/112135369251809576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/112135369251809576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/07/cramming-for-exams.html' title='Cramming For Exams'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-112084519680217736</id><published>2005-07-08T13:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T13:56:14.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pixxx!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/1600/coffeebean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/320/coffeebean.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;At Coffee Bean GB3 with my ate mean girls =)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/1600/schoolgirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/320/schoolgirls.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;With friends in school. Pizza anyone??&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/1600/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/320/flowers.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The loveliest surprise EVER.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-112084519680217736?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112084519680217736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=112084519680217736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/112084519680217736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/112084519680217736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/07/pixxx.html' title='Pixxx!'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-112084469573892306</id><published>2005-07-08T01:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T13:47:15.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunatic Week</title><content type='html'>Busy busy busy. And standing in the kitchen from 7AM-1PM is not a good joke. Specially if you're wearing clogs that makes your feet ache after 2 hours of standing. Great. And people used to think that if you're in the culinary industry eventually you'll gain a lot of weight. Well think again, we do a lot of cooking and stirring stocks and sauces for 1-2 hours is REALLY tiring. And we really do tend to miss meals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh I so hate this week. I am uber busy, stress is everywhere! From the time that I'm about to sleep thinking and worried that I have to wake up early, upto the time that I get home from school I still have to think about my responsibilities here at home. PLUS not to mention my poor ears has to endure all the nagging ang bitching. Blech! =&lt;br /&gt;School + Laundry + Cooking meals + Bitching + Nagging + Clean up + Petty fights = STRESS. Great! That's a lot of addition. I'm going ballistic right now. Not to mention my iris is almost gone from waiting for how many hours online. Sigh. Damn damn damn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, if such stress can make me lose weight, on second thought I don't mind at all. But kidding aside this week has been SO tiring. My eyebags are getting bigger too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I know my fault. But I just can't believe he can stand it that we'll be like this for almost a day =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a drink. For realz. I want my smirnoff ice NOW. *going out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/1600/shades2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4089/571/320/shades1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liking my new sunnies =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-112084469573892306?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112084469573892306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=112084469573892306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/112084469573892306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/112084469573892306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/07/lunatic-week.html' title='Lunatic Week'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-112006310959238475</id><published>2005-06-29T12:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T12:38:29.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporary Insanity</title><content type='html'>Sigh, past few days has been kinda rough for me. It's been almost a week already since I kinda felt like this. But I just can't get rid of it and its kinda annoying to feel like this. Moodswings? Maybe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just miss Rolly. Past few days has been kinda tough for me somehow. Or its just that I got used to talking to him every day. Oh well. Am I being a brat? I don't know. Maybe, maybe... But as what I always say what you think and know is different from what you FEEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this weekend I dont even think that i get the chance to talk to him that much since he's going to Virginia. Tough luck for me. I know this is one of the price that I have to pay for being in a LDR. I'm trying to get used to it... REALLY trying in fact. But in my opinion, doing this is like trying to remove him out of my system. And that's a big no. NO. And I know deep down I really CAN'T do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd. I miss him so bad... I miss Rolly so much =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-112006310959238475?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112006310959238475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=112006310959238475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/112006310959238475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/112006310959238475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/06/temporary-insanity.html' title='Temporary Insanity'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-111919826741095270</id><published>2005-06-19T11:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T12:24:27.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Bag Quest</title><content type='html'>I've been looking around for almost 2 months already for that perfect roomy bag. i saw a couple of nice bags at Nine West and Mango. Contemplating if I should get the one from Mango since their sale is by next month. Errr, can anyone help me? i also like this huge Ralph Lauren bag, but uhhh... Budget wise I can't afford it for now. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Ralph Lauren, I remember back in highschool their bags are one of my frustrations. I so wanted one but for practicality's sake of course a student like me back then can't afford a Php2000 pouch. That's like my 2 weeks allowance. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And regular classes are starting by wednesday, and i still don't have a roomy bag. Argh! This is what I get from being so fond of handbags. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-111919826741095270?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111919826741095270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=111919826741095270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/111919826741095270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/111919826741095270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/06/perfect-bag-quest.html' title='Perfect Bag Quest'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-111851247471483806</id><published>2005-06-12T01:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T13:54:34.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Plague Called Homesickness</title><content type='html'>Sigh, sigh, sigh. I just stumbled on this thread from one of the forums and upon reading the post about this girl asing for help about Toronto, reality strucked me. I miss my 2nd home! =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite of all the bad things that happened to me when I was still there, there's something that I don't actually have here in Manila. Three words: Peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shux, I miss Canada so much! I miss walking around Yonge, window shopping at Eaton's, taking the subway despite of the existence of pathetic rude stinky indians there (LOL), Tim Horton's, Krispy Kreme, and of course... Rolly =( *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Gawd, I wanna be back there ASAP. I can't stand this feeling. It's killing me little by little. Sigh =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-111851247471483806?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111851247471483806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=111851247471483806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/111851247471483806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/111851247471483806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/06/plague-called-homesickness.html' title='The Plague Called Homesickness'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-111834019059346330</id><published>2005-06-09T14:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T14:03:10.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Gender Is Your Brain?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain is 73.33% Female, 26.67% Male&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brain leans female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think with your heart, not your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet and considerate, you are a giver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're tough enough not to let anyone take advantage of you!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/genderbrainquiz/"&gt;What Gender Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&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/8430466-111834019059346330?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111834019059346330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=111834019059346330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/111834019059346330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/111834019059346330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-gender-is-your-brain.html' title='What Gender Is Your Brain?'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-111695928970299629</id><published>2005-05-25T01:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T14:28:09.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Case Of The Fading Tan</title><content type='html'>Summer's almost over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say this but rainy days are here again. Well it's not yet officially over but once school starts then yea I guess I can say its over and rainy days are back. Blech...! Seriously, even if I'm such a big baby whining about heat wave during summertime, still I prefer being baked under the sun rather than getting drenched and soaked! Rainy days here in Manila can be one of the craziest things that anyone can imagine, specially if there's a typhoon. Oh gawd I hate to say this but the whole Metro Manila is a big underworld HAHA. With my place (Currently living with grndmother) flood goes upto my knees. so that's around almost 2feet. YUCK. And the smell?? Oh my goodness! Yuck yuck yuck. That's all I can say for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I'm missing the beach, BIG TIME. I miss diving. I miss getting a tan. I miss reading a book while sunbathing. I miss sound tripping while walking on the shores of Puerto Galera. The smell of coconuts. The sun, sand, and sea! Dang... And I'm getting pale again. HAHAHA! So much about my tan anywayz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies really fast. It seems like summer has just started and I was just friends with Rolly and now summer is almost over, sad to say =( and we've been together for almost 3 months and still going strong (Errr, did I mention summer earlier? hehe) never felt like this before and I'm loving every minute and part of it. I admit tho that everytime we have some misunderstandings and all, I just can't control my defense mechanism which is I know is not doing any good at all. Sigh. I feel so terrible everytime this happens. I feel terrible 'coz I know the most amazing and wonderful person in my life doesn't even deserve to be treated like that. I know he's worth more than all the love that i could give him. He's my life, my world, my everything... Sigh. Yeah surprisingly I'm a bitch somehow but all my defenses are down when it comes to the people that I care for so much. Most especially, him. I just feel so sorry everytime we have misunderstandings. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I just wish that I can fast forward everything and be with him already. I can't wait! I can't wait to show him how much he means to me, I really can't wait...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-111695928970299629?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111695928970299629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=111695928970299629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/111695928970299629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/111695928970299629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/05/case-of-fading-tan.html' title='Case Of The Fading Tan'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-111505681207477620</id><published>2005-05-03T00:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T14:19:55.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Closer I Get To YOU...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Closer I get to you, the more you make me see, by giving me all you've got, your love has captured me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This stanza has been my LSS since God knows when. Stupid Roberta Flack errrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel so stupid right now. I miss him so bad. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why life is so unfair... And complicated? Geeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be invisible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-111505681207477620?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111505681207477620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=111505681207477620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/111505681207477620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/111505681207477620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/05/closer-i-get-to-you.html' title='Closer I Get To YOU...'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-111497472133750039</id><published>2005-05-02T02:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T15:19:08.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My So Called Weekend</title><content type='html'>The best way to spend a weekend is by getting sick. I swear on this one! *sarcastic grin* And experiencing a bad service at a resto with your stomach growling and demanding for food! Ok so where do I start this...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday, I was supposed to have a dinner with my friend Meg at Krocodile at Greenbelt3. Aside from having a bad day (Don't ask me why, I was just feeling cranky for the whole day, blame it on the heat wave!) + bad hair day (thank goodness for ceramic flat irons) and imagine walking from Megamall going to the MRT station, I was sweating like a pig while waiting for the train to arrive. Well, what do we know the supposedly dinner just ruined everything for me. Imagine waiting for freakin 2 hours just for us to be transferred inside. Not to mention that their service was really sucky, their manager doesn't even know the definition of customer service. I swear she looks more of a FLOOR manager than a branch manager. And yes I'm blunt. I thank you =) And unfortunately, my friend has to leave early since she has to go to a friend's house for a dinner so I stayed with her friends for another hour after she left. We moved to Masas by the way, we all figured that it would be the best for all of us to transfer instead. Besides losing a customer is one of the best revenge that you can give to a RUDE manager, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After staying for an hour at Masas, good thing Abby was at Coffebean so I decided to join them for a while, trying to get over the bitching incident with the manager and trying to get over my hunger. Before the day ended, I had one Mocha iceblended and 6pcs chicken nuggets from Mcdees. Now that's the best dinner after having a stressfull day. And yes I'm being sarcastic here. Not only that! After getting home I wasn't able to talk to Rolly that much, only for 5 minutes! Grrr! So after he went offline I just poured all of my stress thru his email. Felt better in a way after sending the email I must admit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, goodness gracious! I knew that I'll be catching a cold. I felt it coming while drinking Mocha iceblended. Upon waking up I can't feel my nose that much. What made it worse is I found out that my grandmother threw the dried flowers that I'm planning to frame and all. Never been that pissed for such a long time before that incident. I was really mad and all that I keep on banging my room's door even ended up ruining my corkboard near my door where my earrings were all pinned up, eeeek! So to make it short, I ended up sleeping for the whole day since Rolly gave me a word about not letting me go out 'coz of my stupid flu and sore throat. Great! But that day's rest is not really enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning, still feeling the same. A lil' better in a way. but felt a lot better after finishing my fresh lemon juice that I made for myself and chatted with my baby. And the usual, sleeping has been my fave past time for 2 days already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing with getting sick, I'm more emotional than the usual. I was just reading &lt;i&gt;By the River Piedra I sat Down And Wept by Paulo Coelho&lt;/i&gt; and all of a sudden I just feel like crying again. At that moment I just wished and hoped that things would be less complicated. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But having him makes my life bearable. Now that literally made me feel better... And made my weekend complete. &lt;i&gt;(that's aside from shopping for a pair of new sandals for my friend's upcoming birthday last friday, oh and did I mention that me and my baby share the same passion with shoes? So don't bother asking how many pairs I own 'coz I lost track of them already :P)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-111497472133750039?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111497472133750039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=111497472133750039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/111497472133750039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/111497472133750039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-so-called-weekend.html' title='My So Called Weekend'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-111471538914289823</id><published>2005-04-29T02:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T01:56:16.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Shopping List &amp; Wish List =P</title><content type='html'>Shopping List &lt;i&gt;*as of May 1*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Another pair of Havaianas slippers. I'm thinking of getting hearts in blue or hibisco. &lt;br /&gt; - Red and watermelon pink Lacoste poloshirt, but sad to say I can only afford one for now. Boo! (I'm investing on poloshirts now, I think I have to dress a lil more classier since I'm not in my teens anymore. heh!)&lt;br /&gt; - Pink or mint lacoste shoulder bag, doubles as a pouch that's why I want this =)&lt;br /&gt; - &lt;s&gt;White sandals for Myca's birthday. Hope my mom would pay for this one. LOL =P (Saw one at Charles and Keith for Php899, on sale! Hesitant tho 'coz their shoes aren't that durable like Janylin =() &lt;i&gt;*Mendrez for only php799! Less 100! =D*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - &lt;s&gt;Camisole top&lt;/s&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can't find a decent one, most of them doesn't fit me well =(*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Clinique Happy Heart (I'm running out of perfumes already =()&lt;br /&gt; - Swiss Army for women&lt;br /&gt; - Dolce &amp; Gabbana Light Blue. Smells sooo sexy =)&lt;br /&gt; - Biotherm liquid foundation. Hehe kikaiii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish List (Hope to get these before I turn 30 and start worrying about my kids. HAHAHA!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-12/50192/chanel.jpg" alt="Chanel shades"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-12/50192/burberry.gif" alt="Burberry hand bag"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-12/50192/tiffanybracelet.jpg" width="180" alt="Elsa Perreti Tiffany bracelet"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-12/50192/gucci.gif" alt="Gucci hobo bag"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-111471538914289823?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111471538914289823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=111471538914289823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/111471538914289823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/111471538914289823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-shopping-list-wish-list-p.html' title='My Shopping List &amp; Wish List =P'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-111453750241854490</id><published>2005-04-27T01:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T13:45:02.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling SO Depressed</title><content type='html'>As of this moment, I can't think of anything except for Rolly + Toronto + school + getting there ASAP. I can't help it but to cry as of this moment while typing this. I know its just so pathetic and quite childish of me crying over these stuffs when I'm pretty much aware of the consequences and the possibilities even before I entered this relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the fastest way going back to Tdot means I have to stay here for 6 more months for school, then I'll do it. Sigh. I just feel so depressed right now... I can't help it... Gawd, I miss my baby so much =((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-111453750241854490?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111453750241854490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=111453750241854490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/111453750241854490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/111453750241854490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/04/feeling-so-depressed.html' title='Feeling SO Depressed'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-111453180206902590</id><published>2005-04-26T23:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T12:17:03.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another HOT Boring Day</title><content type='html'>I swear lately I just can't stand the heat anymore to the extend that I just wanna crash on Myca's condo to swim at their pool there! It was 36 degrees outside this morning and dang weather is just SO humid and HOT! Well on second thought, Toronto's even worse during summer 'coz its really dry there during summertime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I guess I was quite successfull in making myself busy *snicker*... Woke up at almost lunchtime (was sooo poofed out from last night's workout), chatted with Rolly till 4pm then after that headed at Icebergs to meet up with my lil sis Ylla. And guess what we ended up at Napoli's 'coz shobe was craving for pasta =P *admittedly, I've been itching to go to Napoli for the longest time* then went home afterwards (baby see?! I went home early =P) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For tomorrow, its gonna be a busy day for me... Mom's asking me to report to the office at 8AM, most likely I'll be signing some papers then going to the bank and I have to meet up with Michelle around lunchtime. Then then then, grocery with my mom around night time. Busy busy busy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past few days, I was kinda feeling down lately... Missing Rolly, thinkin' about what I REALLY want to do after school and all. I can say that I'm on the verge of swallowing my pride by doing something that's not really according to what I REALLY want to do. But if it's the only way and the easiest one as well for me to be with the person I love, I'll do it. I'm thinkin' to push thru with my other plans once I get back to Toronto. My mom has a point with everything she discussed with me the last time we had coffee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait to be with the person I love. I can't wait for the day when I can see him smile at me, feel his hand touching my face and the warmth of his embrace... Those thoughts alone are enough to make me smile even for a second, but they vanish into thin air when I realize that its gonna take some time for them to happen. I can't help it but end up teary eyed most of the time. I'm really looking forward tho for that day. And hope that he won't be away from me anymore after that... I miss my baby so much =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-111453180206902590?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111453180206902590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=111453180206902590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/111453180206902590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/111453180206902590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/04/another-hot-boring-day.html' title='Another HOT Boring Day'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-111427994180058994</id><published>2005-04-24T02:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T15:27:24.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Especially for YOU =)</title><content type='html'>This is my song for my baby, upon hearing this song, it kinda reminds me of my feelings for him. =) *dreamy look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially for you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna let you know what I was going through&lt;br /&gt;All the time we were apart I thought of YOU&lt;br /&gt;YOU were in my heart&lt;br /&gt;My love never change &lt;br /&gt;I still feel the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially for you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tell you I was feeling that way too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if dreams were wings &lt;br /&gt;I would have flown to you&lt;br /&gt;To be where you are&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that I'm next to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more dreaming about tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Forget the loneliness and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;I've got to say&lt;br /&gt;It's all because of you and now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were back together, together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna show you&lt;br /&gt;My heart is oh so true&lt;br /&gt;And all the love I had is&lt;br /&gt;Especially for YOU...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Especially for you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tell you, YOU mean all the world to me&lt;br /&gt;How I'm certain that our love was meant to be&lt;br /&gt;YOU changed my life&lt;br /&gt;YOU showed me the way&lt;br /&gt;And now that I'm next to you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've waited long enough to find you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna put all the hurt behind you&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna bring out all the love inside you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and now&lt;br /&gt;Were back together, together&lt;br /&gt;I wanna show you my heart is oh so true&lt;br /&gt;And all the love I have is &lt;br /&gt;Especially for YOU....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-111427994180058994?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111427994180058994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=111427994180058994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/111427994180058994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/111427994180058994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/04/especially-for-you.html' title='Especially for YOU =)'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-111372568754917695</id><published>2005-04-17T16:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T04:14:47.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially Missing You.</title><content type='html'>'Coz this pain I feel it won't go away&lt;br /&gt;And today, I'm officially missing you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't nobody do it like you&lt;br /&gt;Say every little thing you do&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby say it stays on my mind &lt;br /&gt;And I'm, I'm officially missing you... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I wish that you would call me right now&lt;br /&gt;So that I could get through to you somehow&lt;br /&gt;But I guess its safe to say baby, &lt;br /&gt;Safe to say that I'm officially missing you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss Toronto, I miss my life... My baby =(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-111372568754917695?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111372568754917695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=111372568754917695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/111372568754917695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/111372568754917695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/04/officially-missing-you.html' title='Officially Missing You.'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-111354754163516760</id><published>2005-04-15T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T13:05:56.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How Sweet It Is To Be Loved By YOU =)</title><content type='html'>Having a good day, wheeee! *Okaii, I just hope that there's no sonofabeyutch who's going to ruin it tho* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called up Rolly earlier just to say goodnight since we can't chat earlier (I admit, I'm guilty of making him stay up too late just for us to talk, eeek! Soweee baby!) and it just feels so good to hear his voice. It literally made my day I swear. Funny part is someone was eavesdropping at our conversation for like a minute. Maybe its her mom or sister, I dont know hehe. In my part I kinda felt embarassed but well I guess its time for them to know about us... BUT eeek, whoever that is, I'm pretty sure she heard me say mushy stuff LOL! I just can't it but to laugh whenever I remember it. Heehee =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooooo lazy to go to the wake later, but as what I always say, duty calls. My aunt told me that I really should go coz the one who passed away *stupid as it may sound but I don't know what's my relation to her, we have a HUGE family tree LOL* used to be soooooo fond of me when I was little. On second thought, well who woudn't be? Harhar! =P I just remember that she used to give me lots of chocolates and other stuff back then. We call her "Uh'-ma" (this is in fookien). I don't know if she's my angkong's cousin or what. Okaii screw that I don't want to trace our family tree 'coz I guess its gonna take me forever to figure it out LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so SO hot today! I so wanted to go back to the beach. Hmmmm... In am actually thinking of going to Puerto Galera again with my friends this end of the month. But I haven't ask Rolly for his permission yet. Hehe. Summer's gonna be over SOON! =( Booo!  And a friend of mine just texted me now and inviting me to go to Cabanatuan but I prefer going to the beach tho. Hehe... Let's see where am I going to end up at the end of the month ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I love my baby SO MUCH =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-111354754163516760?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111354754163516760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=111354754163516760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/111354754163516760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/111354754163516760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/04/how-sweet-it-is-to-be-loved-by-you.html' title='How Sweet It Is To Be Loved By YOU =)'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-111341199167248801</id><published>2005-04-14T00:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T13:06:31.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts!</title><content type='html'>- I love my boyfriend so much. He's my future hubby =)&lt;br /&gt; - I am so looking forward to my upcoming flight going back to Toronto! *Hopefully &amp; God-willing*&lt;br /&gt; - It's soooooo phreakin' HOT today! I took a shower for 4x already but still... Argh.&lt;br /&gt; - I want to take a dip so far, geeez I miss swimming + beach + sunbathing *okaii. I shouldn't be overdoing this I might get freckles again. HEHE*&lt;br /&gt; - I am hungry as of this moment. But then again I can't eat. Everything that I eat now turns into fats. No chocolates for now. Awww....&lt;br /&gt; - LESSON LEARNED: NEVER buy cheap bikinis. It's gonna wear out after 1-2 washes. GRRR.&lt;br /&gt; - Anyone here knows where I can buy a sheer yellow tanktop? Hehe Ü&lt;br /&gt; - Anyone who wants to go to Puerto Galera with me??? Waaaah how I wish Rolly can go beach bumming with me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-111341199167248801?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111341199167248801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=111341199167248801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/111341199167248801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/111341199167248801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/04/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts!'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-111341131767061746</id><published>2005-04-14T00:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T12:55:17.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Month =)</title><content type='html'>Yipeeee, Today is actually our first month... Okaii well I know for others this is not really a big deal and at the same time they find it quite kiddo-ish as well but I guess this is one of our ways to make each other feel special =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't really expecting that much (hubby is in Toronto), but then again this morning my grandmother woke me up and told me that someone sent me flowers and I should be the one claiming it personally since the delivery boy doesn't want to give it to her LOL... So after that all of a sudden I had an adrenalin to clean my room hehe. Well, I just want to make sure that the flowers will look good as well. Took me 2 hours to clean my room since some of my stuffs are gathering dust *ewww lol* and have to throw them out. And finally, after 2 hours of cleaning... VOILA! =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just amazes me that he doesn't fail in making me smile each and every day... From the time I wake up even before I close my eyes. He's full of surprises which I really love. I can just imagine how I'm goin' to react if he'll be the one to hand me the flowers personally... Damn. For sure I'll just be speechless but yet you can see in my eyes that I'm really happy and at the same time, flattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my baby Rolly so much =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-111341131767061746?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111341131767061746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=111341131767061746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/111341131767061746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/111341131767061746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/04/1st-month.html' title='1st Month =)'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-111323516012423878</id><published>2005-04-11T11:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T03:04:43.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Homesick.</title><content type='html'>There's nothing much really in stored for me today but then again my mom surely knows how to ruin my day at a snap of a finger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having dinner at Dad's earlier when I decided to text my mom. So trying to start a conversation with her I texted her something like "looks like you're getting close already with my baby huh? hehe. I'm having dinner here at Dad's. Buffet. Envy me!" then after a few minutes she replied in a very rude manner and there's even a swear word in it (I hate being sweared for no reason at all) and said something like people have 2 faces specially if you don't live with them. And right at that moment I was really ticked off already and told her not to bitch at me coz basically I'm not even doing anything at all. I was really pissed for the rest of the day just because of that stupid text from my mom. Argh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ended up at starbucks trying to destress from the incident... and it just struck me so bad, I miss Toronto so much. =( I miss the peace of mind that I used to have when I was still there. Away from the people here... I so miss Canada so much. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go back home. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-111323516012423878?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111323516012423878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=111323516012423878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/111323516012423878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/111323516012423878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/04/homesick.html' title='Homesick.'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-111212963139412101</id><published>2005-03-29T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T12:17:42.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pixxx!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-12/50192/trio@chilis.jpg" width="370" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sissies! Myca, Jen and moi =) Taken after swimming at Myca's condo then headed straight at Chilis to meet up with my bestfriend, Mike.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-12/50192/sheens.JPG" width="180" /&gt; &lt;img height="320" src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-12/50192/laugh.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The classic signature smile and laugh. LOL&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-12/50192/jetski.jpg" width="370" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me being such a waterbaby! Jetski @ Puerto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-111212963139412101?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111212963139412101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=111212963139412101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/111212963139412101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/111212963139412101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/03/pixxx.html' title='Pixxx!!!'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-111212351824686543</id><published>2005-03-29T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T14:11:58.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*Yawn*</title><content type='html'>My eyes are half closed already while making this entry. Can't go to bed yet since I'm chatting with my baby... Well, he's a good reason for me to stay up late and definitely I don't mind. But... Uh-oh. I have a photoshoot tomorrow. Eyebags alert! HAHA! On second thought who cares about eyebags?! Definitely not me, thanks to makeup nowadays. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a pretty rough day today. I just hate it whenever I have to deal with pathetic good for nothing people around me. Gawd, how I wish they never existed. But then again life will be quite boring somehow without these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to wake up at 7AM later. Great. And its freakin 3AM already. Hehe. Well, what can I say? I love my man. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PooF* Outta here for now. Still chatting with him. Latez...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-111212351824686543?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111212351824686543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=111212351824686543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/111212351824686543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/111212351824686543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/03/yawn.html' title='*Yawn*'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-111199939715707825</id><published>2005-03-28T01:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T13:07:08.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So FRESH and So CLEAN!</title><content type='html'>I'm back! Ooh yeah nice to be back here. I haven't touched my blog for almost a month. Aside from being busy with work (like really?!), I'm quiet busy as well with my new career... *Ta-daaah!* being a beach bum! :D For this month alone, I've been to Puerto Galera twice in 2 weeks, and just last week I went skin diving at Sombrero island and in Dive and Trek, both in Batangas. Yeah I'm sooooo TANNED right now. Loving my tanlines right now ;) But I'm pretty sure my baby likes it too as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUWAAAT?! Did I just typed "baby"??? No not what you think I don't have a bloody baby literally... LOL! But, I am someone's baby already (Well that's aside from my mom, way back 20years ago? Hehe), the apple of his eye, his soulmate (according to him =) ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah there you go, busy with work (somehow), beach bumming, and with my baby. =) What I love about him is he doesn't run out of surprises despite of the distance (He's in Richmond Hill, and I'm currently here in Manila, blech!) And he surely knows how to make me feel special in his own little ways... He's basically what a girl wants in a man. For me, he got everything that I want in a man. Doesn't have any vices, sweet (baby I know for the nth time, you'll tell me that you're not but YES you are!), caring, patient, understanding. What more can I ask for? Even got a bonus... He's quite a looker as well =) Love the sexy lips, and eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, this is the reason why I want to have a fresh start. I want to leave the past all behind me. Start a new chapter with my life. A new beginning for me... With him. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-111199939715707825?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111199939715707825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=111199939715707825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/111199939715707825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/111199939715707825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-fresh-and-so-clean.html' title='So FRESH and So CLEAN!'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430466.post-111196107823567167</id><published>2005-03-27T17:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T17:04:38.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>start fresh</title><content type='html'>a new beginning..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8430466-111196107823567167?l=lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111196107823567167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8430466&amp;postID=111196107823567167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/111196107823567167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8430466/posts/default/111196107823567167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbabyprincess.blogspot.com/2005/03/start-fresh.html' title='start fresh'/><author><name>sheenuhlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371977263464554307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/78/2258706/1142123534465l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
