<?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-19383585</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:03:28.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY DAYS</title><subtitle type='html'>the days are happy..and so are the nights...the people around me...are flashing their smiles so wide....i'm happy for them...they're happy for me too...happy days...happy people...but i'm still lonely...i still feel blue....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywuzzynuzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19383585/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywuzzynuzzy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bubblee_hapee_sweetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338146731235979998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19383585.post-114821832947564064</id><published>2006-05-21T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T06:32:09.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3455/1917/1600/M1K!!!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3455/1917/320/M1K%21%21%21%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I THANK YOU,I'M SORRY,I'LL MISS YOU,I WON'T,I LOVE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY M1K FAMILY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you for everything...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thank you for the laughs...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thank you for the tears of joy...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thank you for hanging out with me..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thank you for introducing yourselves to me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thank you for entrusting your secrets to me....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thank you for loving me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thank you for supporting me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thank you for accepting me as "me"....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thank you for molding me into a "better" person....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm sorry for the times when i've had the wrong notions about you guys....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm sorry for my being insensitive sometimes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm sorry for not returning any favor...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm sorry for not helping you in times you needed me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm sorry for being tactless and careless...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm sorry for all the wrong things i've done...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll miss your laughs...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll miss the energy of the class...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll miss our karaoke moments...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll miss our bar hopping nights...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll miss our "inuman sessions"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll miss your jokes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll miss your face....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll miss everything about you guys....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i won't desert you guys...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i won't find any family that could ever replace you guys in my heart....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i won't forget you guys...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i won't leave you guys behind...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love you guys  for everything...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love you guys for being yourselves....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love you for making my first year in my college life complete and VERY happy.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;='(  I LOVE YOU SO MUCH GUYS. I HOPE YOU WILL NEVER FORGET ME. THIS IS JUST FAREWELL BUT NOT GOODBYE BECAUSE I KNOW WE'LL ALWAYS KEEP IN TOUCH. AND I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT YOU'LL ALWAYS BE IN MY HEART. THANK YOU FOR BEING A PART OF MY FIRST AND BEST YEAR IN COLLEGE LIFE. ^_^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEE YOU SOON! AND GOOD LUCK IN ALL YOUR ENDEAVORS! I WILL ALWAYS BE AROUND. I'M JUST A CALL OR TEXT AWAY! I HOPE YOU ARE TOO GUYS. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The end does not justify the means."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Niccolo Machiavelli&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&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/19383585-114821832947564064?l=fuzzywuzzynuzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywuzzynuzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/114821832947564064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19383585&amp;postID=114821832947564064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19383585/posts/default/114821832947564064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19383585/posts/default/114821832947564064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywuzzynuzzy.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-thank-youim-sorryill-miss-youi-wonti.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblee_hapee_sweetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338146731235979998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19383585.post-114594349157481718</id><published>2006-04-24T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T22:38:11.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;RUZKI'S BDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh my...it was saturday, April 1,2006. We've had the time of our lives. Right after our finals in oralcom, we headed straight home to prepare our gowns and to prep ourselves for her big night. Roanne, Em, Angelica and I were in a panic because we went out at around 5:30 pm and we're headed straight to Bulacan. And the party's at 6pm (kamusta naman?) But when we came, the party started at around 7pm. All of my blockmates were there (except for some pasaways)! I really missed them. We see each other down the hallways of Benilde but we never get to bond anymore because of our scheds. The program was such a blast! And her gowns are all MAGICAL, AWESOME and BEAUTIFUL. I loved Ruzki's aqua dress. It was the crown of all her gowns during the night. The food was great and so are the presentations. The program went smoothly. We stayed for the night. And we're up till 5 in the morning drinking, dancing and partying! And we went swimming in the morning! Though the pool wasn't that nice (because hotdog chunks were floating. Obviously, somebody has barfed in the pool! GROSS!), we still managed to have fun because we're together. I really missed my barkada. HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIRL (though my blog states otherwise. No time to post. THANK GOODNESS FOR DSL!)&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/19383585-114594349157481718?l=fuzzywuzzynuzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywuzzynuzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/114594349157481718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19383585&amp;postID=114594349157481718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19383585/posts/default/114594349157481718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19383585/posts/default/114594349157481718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywuzzynuzzy.blogspot.com/2006/04/ruzkis-bday-oh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblee_hapee_sweetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338146731235979998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19383585.post-114404885838542468</id><published>2006-04-02T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T00:20:58.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SOMETHING FOR THE MAN OF MY DREAMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i like him when i saw him....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;he seemed so fine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;can't get him off of my mind....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;his silent aura...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;his smiling eyes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;his calming smile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;makes every glance and stare worthwhile....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;his voice so solemn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sounds so sweet....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;holding his guitar and with a song...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;he looked very fine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;he swept me off my feet....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;school's gone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;summer's bout to come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and still here i am....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;all alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;waiting for him to call my name...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;talk to me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;or maybe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hold my hand....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;every single day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i fall....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;every moment i see him....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's like i've already had a glimpse of everything....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i can't wait till forever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;because i might leave him forever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'd like to know what's gonna happen between us....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;if were positive...that's okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but if not....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;that's still okay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but i'm still hoping...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;someday....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i just wish he would see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;how much he really mean to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'd want him to hear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;how much i'd love to spend my time with him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'll dry his tears...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;kiss his lips...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;make him forget everything but a night like this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i will hold his hand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hug his body...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tell to his ears softly....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"i love you so much...i won't let you go..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i just hope he gets to read this in time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;maybe he'll realize that i'd like him to be mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Almighty God...please help me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;While josh is sleeping...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;may he dream of me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And in his dreams i'll hope he'll find....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The girl he's been dreaming of all his life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I hope that he'll see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That deep within him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Is the girl of his dreams...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Whom he'll never let go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I hope...That girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;is me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19383585-114404885838542468?l=fuzzywuzzynuzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywuzzynuzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/114404885838542468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19383585&amp;postID=114404885838542468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19383585/posts/default/114404885838542468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19383585/posts/default/114404885838542468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywuzzynuzzy.blogspot.com/2006/04/something-for-man-of-my-dreams-i-like.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblee_hapee_sweetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338146731235979998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19383585.post-114285225176577744</id><published>2006-03-20T02:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T03:08:41.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ON LETTING GO...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"We need, in love, to practice only this. Letting go. For holding on comes easily. We do not need to learn it."- Rainier Maria Rilke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Have you ever fallen in love? Sure everybody has. Whatever it is that I have in mind when i typed this blog...I don't know. Maybe I'm just a hopeless romantic. Maybe i've nothing to do. Maybe i'm just letting my time pass. Or maybe, I'm just missing the love that I once had...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It really is complicated when you start to love. In just a minute you could fall, but letting go takes forever. All the things you did for love...Just went to waste in an instant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No one knows for certain when you're going to fall. For everybody has the power to make you fall inlove. Falling inlove requires no reason. It has no age. It crosses horizons. It overcomes strength and fear. Love, so strong; that's why it's hard letting such a thing go. For in love, you grow with the person; you live with the person; and you start to become "SOMEBODY" because of that person. Now tell me, is that person worth letting go? But what if the time comes everything just seems so wrong? Will you still struggle to find the truth between the lies? Will you still make the wrong seem right? What will you do for love? Will you give away everything just to make things fall into place? If you have a spark of hope to change everything, will you hold on to it tightly? AND WHAT IF YOU ALREADY DID EVERYTHING AND THE ROADS JUST SEEMS TO LEAD SOMEWHERE BUT YOUR PATH? Are you ready to put all your efforts to waste? ARE YOU READY TO LET GO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Letting go truly is the hardest part. It might be the second to death as the most painful experience. Letting go is like sprinkling your diamonds to the sea knowing that they'll never return but you still did. But what are the reasons behind letting go? Is it because of the reasons you don't seem to understand? Or it's just plainly you're not meant to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Letting go comes when the other falls apart. Believe it or not. You can't work your way through by dragging somebody in your direction when that one wants to go his/her own way. You have no chance but to let go of their hand and say goodbye. Indifferences cause this. Love sparks can die. You may thought you love that person and you may thought the person loved you. Some people are just to immature to handle you seriously. So when you love, you have to prepare yourself for everything. When you hold on to the roses, be ready to be pricked and bleed because of the thorns. The tighter the grip, the harder it bleeds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But you know what? Hard as it may seem, try looking at letting go on it's positive side especially for those who have been taken for granted. Nothing beats the feeling of being loved but just also bear in mind to keep something to yourself. Give away all the love you can give but don't forget you must love "you". No matter what happens, in the end, you'll still have "you". And i'm sure that will make you happy. No matter how broken or shattered you've been, you still have you. Try enjoying all the possibilities available while they're at your reach. Appreciate all the love your friends, family and God are giving you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If you let go, don't despise the person. Erase all the bad memories and feelings but be sure to keep the happy ones. Because no matter how hard you've been hurt when you once fell in love, admit it or not, YOU'VE BEEN HAPPY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;......................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;........................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But you know what's harder? It's when you thought you're already moving on...then you just suddenly realize...you're just trying to get by...one stupid day at a time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19383585-114285225176577744?l=fuzzywuzzynuzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywuzzynuzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/114285225176577744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19383585&amp;postID=114285225176577744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19383585/posts/default/114285225176577744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19383585/posts/default/114285225176577744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywuzzynuzzy.blogspot.com/2006/03/on-letting-go.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblee_hapee_sweetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338146731235979998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19383585.post-114249524072220525</id><published>2006-03-15T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T23:47:20.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;MY EXTEMPORANEOUS SPEECH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You know what???? we're having this cool extemporaneous speech! And guess what imma do?? IMMA PLAY THE PIANO!!! Now ain't that awesome??? I jsut wish I son't tie my fingers in a knot while i'm already playing!! WISH ME LUCK DUDES AND DUDETTES! I'd like to make "GUITAR BASICS" as my topic but darn...somebody submitted right ahead of me...Oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19383585-114249524072220525?l=fuzzywuzzynuzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywuzzynuzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/114249524072220525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19383585&amp;postID=114249524072220525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19383585/posts/default/114249524072220525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19383585/posts/default/114249524072220525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywuzzynuzzy.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-extemporaneous-speech-you-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblee_hapee_sweetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338146731235979998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19383585.post-113540914506741037</id><published>2005-12-23T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T23:25:45.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;JULUIS IS THE BEST PROF! WOOHOO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After getting my course card from my master, Mr. Julius Espinosa (The leader of the infamous cult, Juliusian..hehe..) Roanne, Gem, Angelica and I stayed for a chit chat with my Logic professor. I've talked to him almost about anything under the sun. He taught us a lot and we've learned a lot due to his logical nature. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The best part is, IT'S HIS PAYDAY!!! Imagine, nilibre kame ni ser joolyoos. Hehehe...He was so kind enough to feed us, the ever wandering "hampaslupas" at Jollibee. Our food bill was fairly high but, okay lang. Si ser joolyoos ang taya! hehehe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Trust me, If ever he'll be your Prof, you will never regret it. He may appear to be mataray sometimes but just be nice and do your best...You'll find that he'll be your greatest prof and bud ever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I WILL MISS YOU A LOT SIR JULIUS! =*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19383585-113540914506741037?l=fuzzywuzzynuzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywuzzynuzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/113540914506741037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19383585&amp;postID=113540914506741037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19383585/posts/default/113540914506741037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19383585/posts/default/113540914506741037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywuzzynuzzy.blogspot.com/2005/12/juluis-is-best-prof-woohoo-after.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblee_hapee_sweetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338146731235979998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19383585.post-113505123754635163</id><published>2005-12-19T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T20:00:37.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LET'S PARTY!!! (When there's bad, there's good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night, at around 0920pm, I came to PIER ONE, THE FORT for our block christmas party. I was striking in my killer PARIS HILTON-INSPIRED outfit (muwahahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were pissed because the managment of pier one told us that we're minors. so, WE CAN'T DRINK. (WHAT THE %^&amp;!) So instead of boring ourselves out in pier one, we decided to go to Prince of Jaipur wherein we can eat, DRINK, dance and be merry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sadly, due to the constraining effects of financial difficulties that has been narrowed down to the people of the Philippines, We've decided that the entrance fee of 300php was waaay too expensive (Not unless we're RICH.Mahirap na buhay kailangan manguripot..hehe..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, Money will not matter since Jaipur is loads of fun. And the real reason why we didn't go there: It's confidential. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girls and I are PISSED OFF! Why? No taxis, place to drink, to dance, short of money, of time and stupid perverts looking at us (SHOOT 'EM ALL!)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas! After getting a taxi, we then decided to proceed to absinth, greenbelt. With an entrance fee of 200php, I can say it's really worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After paying for the entrance, IT'S PARTY TIME! Kang, Roanne, Aika and I graced the dancefloor. Enter JAY! Our main man Jay! (He's the only guy that's gonna get down and dirty with us. Gelo is exclusively for sam only. hwehehe...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, imma summarize the whole thing. I've met two wonderful guys, Tony and Ariel. Tony is quite...And Ariel is just a plain party boy. And I've met this DOM kinda' guy and his body guard and they're both IRRITATING! ARGH! Gelo was generous enough to buy us "sisha" (I MISS SHAA! HEHE..) And it's dayum..GOOD! And the rest of the night, we danced and danced and of course, danced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home at around 10 to 2am. I was exhausted but before I lay my head to sleep, I prayed to God for giving me such a wonderful time with my friends and for keeping me safe at home. Then after that, I slept with a smile on my face before my consciousness faded away to a sound lullaby...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19383585-113505123754635163?l=fuzzywuzzynuzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywuzzynuzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/113505123754635163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19383585&amp;postID=113505123754635163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19383585/posts/default/113505123754635163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19383585/posts/default/113505123754635163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywuzzynuzzy.blogspot.com/2005/12/lets-party-when-theres-bad-theres-good.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblee_hapee_sweetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338146731235979998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19383585.post-113504949477820784</id><published>2005-12-19T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T19:31:34.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"There are some people who meet that somebody that they can never stop loving, no matter how hard they try. I wouldn't expect you to understand that or even believe it, but trust me , there are some love that don't go away. And maybe that makes them crazy, but we should all be lucky to end up with that somebody who has alittle of that insanity. Somebody who never lets go. Somebody who cherises you forever." - - Ally McBeal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19383585-113504949477820784?l=fuzzywuzzynuzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywuzzynuzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/113504949477820784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19383585&amp;postID=113504949477820784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19383585/posts/default/113504949477820784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19383585/posts/default/113504949477820784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywuzzynuzzy.blogspot.com/2005/12/there-are-some-people-who-meet-that.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblee_hapee_sweetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338146731235979998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19383585.post-113379133410954678</id><published>2005-12-05T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T06:02:14.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE DANCE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ARRGGHH!!! Finals is fast approaching like the speed of light! my classmates and I are about to part...and it's sooo sad =( i'll miss them so much...they're my first college barkada...But whatever happens, I'll always be a solid M1K. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lots of quizzes, projects, finals lessons, exams arrrghh!!! SCHOOL LOAD! Anyways, the dance. Yes it's our final exam in PE. It's nice because the theme is about modern dance. And we're gonna dance a total remix of get right, ever after, pinoy ako, too sexy and everbody dance now!!! hmmm...our dance is a must-see! haha...Shaa! cringe in jealousy as mike and I grace the dance floor together! lolz! =D haha....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyways, it's my second post...hehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cogito ergo sum!!!! &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/19383585-113379133410954678?l=fuzzywuzzynuzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywuzzynuzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/113379133410954678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19383585&amp;postID=113379133410954678&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19383585/posts/default/113379133410954678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19383585/posts/default/113379133410954678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywuzzynuzzy.blogspot.com/2005/12/dance-arrgghh-finals-is-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblee_hapee_sweetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338146731235979998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19383585.post-113318516241051939</id><published>2005-11-28T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T18:58:17.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For some reason, I don't know why I've registered in this blog. Maybe driven by my curiosity due to those pretty bloggers by my classmates, i went on and tried signing up for an account..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, hi. I am Martha A. Sta. Barbara. Living in God knows where and studies in a college everyone knows. My age is something between 16 and 18 and I stand 3 feet+2 feet+5 inches tall=5'5. I am ambidexterous, for some reason I don't know why. I find this life fantastic as long as I can play badminton, in arcades, eat my fave foods, swim in the beach and sleep. I am an introverted- extrovert. Don't ask. It would take me an hour to finish this and frankly, I don't quite have the time. I dream as if this life is my playground. I create it. I design it and I mold it. I love studying believe it or not. To all the people who know me, I might appear as a big pile of a human being who always bury her nose in a joke book that's why she's so good at making people laugh. But like what they say, People who can make people laugh are the most witty people in the world. Why say so? Because our minds our quick. That's all. Now that's a piece of information for you. But don't get me wrong. This brain of mine has lots of things in it. And good thing my memory is good. My IQ is fine and my intelligence is getting better. Anyways, enough of that. I'm not emotional. I'm just sweet. But I ain't goin' for chick flicks, rnb and mushy stuffs. I love rock. Yes. You've heard it right. Don't be fooled with my face. I might seem to be a lover of ashanti, missy elliot and rnb people but HELL NO. Flame me if you must rnb patrons but I just can't stand those words that hitler only knows what it means. Rock is all about things, people, feelings and plain rock. It's not noise. It's art. It's music. And for those who can't appreciate it, go to hell. haha.lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's just me. Feel free to add me up if you still want to take a tour inside my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YM: delicieux21&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDSTER: &lt;a href="mailto:rakista_por_layp@yahoo.com"&gt;rakista_por_layp@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt; \m/ \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel free to add your comments on this. Hate me, break me, report me, love me... It's all up to you, it's your choice. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you guys when I see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT LAST! MY FIRST POST! gaharharhar! =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19383585-113318516241051939?l=fuzzywuzzynuzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywuzzynuzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/113318516241051939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19383585&amp;postID=113318516241051939&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19383585/posts/default/113318516241051939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19383585/posts/default/113318516241051939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywuzzynuzzy.blogspot.com/2005/11/for-some-reason-i-dont-know-why-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>bubblee_hapee_sweetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338146731235979998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
