<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756436388523639097</id><updated>2009-12-30T19:31:33.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VOODOO DOLL.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>tanorexicfaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793706785343186097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756436388523639097.post-981635998875286207</id><published>2008-01-19T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T15:51:58.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Francinee Joice Belen Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are loving, compassionate, and ruled by your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are able to be a foundation for other people... but you still know how to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes your emotions weigh you down, but you generally feel free from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very open. You communicate well, and you connect with other people easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a naturally creative person. Ideas just flow from your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true chameleon, you are many things at different points in your life. You are very adaptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are fair, honest, and logical. You are a natural leader, and people respect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never give up, and you will succeed... even if it takes you a hundred tries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are rational enough to see every part of a problem. You are great at giving other people advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are full of energy. You are spirited and boisterous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are bold and daring. You are willing to do some pretty outrageous things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your high energy sometimes gets you in trouble. You can have a pretty bad temper at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756436388523639097-981635998875286207?l=fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/981635998875286207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756436388523639097&amp;postID=981635998875286207' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/981635998875286207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/981635998875286207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-me.html' title='This Is Me.'/><author><name>tanorexicfaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793706785343186097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17493900885783030232'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756436388523639097.post-6872656778784393982</id><published>2008-01-02T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T17:49:58.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Indeed, I was happy when the year said &lt;em&gt;Hello&lt;/em&gt; to me. I was having a Movie Marathon by the time it came. I was bored. No firecrackers, no fireworks. It was &lt;strong&gt;boring&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, it really really was. I only had cake that night, no other. The night was so quiet. Still, I was happy even though something's missing. My Mom didn't come home to celebrate Christmas and New Year with us. Something that was so unusual. Well, I'm still empty minded until now. I don't know what to say. I'll be back soon. I promise. I'll just make myself better. Got NO New Year's Resolution. I'm afraid I might not do it again. Ha! Happy New Year Everyone! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756436388523639097-6872656778784393982?l=fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6872656778784393982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756436388523639097&amp;postID=6872656778784393982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/6872656778784393982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/6872656778784393982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>tanorexicfaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793706785343186097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17493900885783030232'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756436388523639097.post-4878542471378308305</id><published>2007-12-23T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T09:48:51.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamie Lynn Spears pregnant!</title><content type='html'>Jamie Lynn, sister of Pop Star, Britney Spears is pregnant @ 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link for the full story:&lt;a href="http://omg.yahoo.com/16-year-old-jamie-lynn-spears-is-pregnant/news/4928"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! Yahoo! News&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's so sayang&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756436388523639097-4878542471378308305?l=fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4878542471378308305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756436388523639097&amp;postID=4878542471378308305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/4878542471378308305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/4878542471378308305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/2007/12/jamie-lynn-spears-pregnant.html' title='Jamie Lynn Spears pregnant!'/><author><name>tanorexicfaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793706785343186097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17493900885783030232'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756436388523639097.post-1487301231915220994</id><published>2007-12-21T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:57:30.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Party Ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nupo7uXl8RE/R2uc0t-41bI/AAAAAAAAAJw/E5W7cyDlxzY/s1600-h/xmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nupo7uXl8RE/R2uc0t-41bI/AAAAAAAAAJw/E5W7cyDlxzY/s400/xmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146379428711421362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This was the best Christmas Party ever! I had fun during the Kris Kringle. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pero hindi na-kumpleto ang araw ko&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Akin na lang yun!&lt;/span&gt; Haha. Everything were superb! Sadly, this would be my last high school Christmas Party. Is there a Christmas Party in college? Haha. I still want to have lots of gifts! Haha. Food and stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I might be very busy this Christmas Break that I may not update much. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pasensya na po&lt;/span&gt;. But I promise to be back before New Year starts! :) Have a Merry Christmas to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756436388523639097-1487301231915220994?l=fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1487301231915220994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756436388523639097&amp;postID=1487301231915220994' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/1487301231915220994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/1487301231915220994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/2007/12/best-party-ever.html' title='The Best Party Ever!'/><author><name>tanorexicfaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793706785343186097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17493900885783030232'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nupo7uXl8RE/R2uc0t-41bI/AAAAAAAAAJw/E5W7cyDlxzY/s72-c/xmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756436388523639097.post-8319826234080902246</id><published>2007-12-19T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T20:42:15.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Constantly Busy and Hurried</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's our exams week, the reason why I haven't been updating much in here. Tomorrow's our last exam - English - sentences, phrases, stories, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Greek Mythology&lt;/span&gt; (OMG!). I am currently taking quizzes about Grammar on the internet to test my skills. I'm still not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday's our Christmas Party. I'm wearing a spaghetti-strap black silk dress and a black wedge. I'm excited of my outfit! Haha. It's my first time to wear a dress on a Christmas Party in school. I can't wait for Christmas but I'll surely miss my baby boo. :( we won't be seeing each other for about 2 weeks. Ok. Not important! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update soon about our party. Wish me luck! Toodles. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756436388523639097-8319826234080902246?l=fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8319826234080902246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756436388523639097&amp;postID=8319826234080902246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/8319826234080902246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/8319826234080902246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/2007/12/constantly-busy-and-hurried.html' title='Constantly Busy and Hurried'/><author><name>tanorexicfaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793706785343186097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17493900885783030232'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756436388523639097.post-724538203810601522</id><published>2007-12-16T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T10:18:59.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're standing still, Jenny.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a continuation of my previous post&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been over reactive about the EW issue. Now, I know the truth, I'm on the positive side. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I won't just believe on anyone anymore&lt;/span&gt;, I guess. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May kutob na kasi talaga ako na hindi totoo ang pinag-sasabi ng other side&lt;/span&gt;. I won't name names. What's important is we're still friends and I guess, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmas Party&lt;/span&gt; that they were saying would still be a stepping stone on bringing back the friendship that was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meant&lt;/span&gt; to last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my wish for Christmas would really come true.&lt;/span&gt; It's my first time to wish that was not for myself. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;learned&lt;/span&gt; to love my friends more and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want peace on Christmas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756436388523639097-724538203810601522?l=fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/724538203810601522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756436388523639097&amp;postID=724538203810601522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/724538203810601522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/724538203810601522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/2007/12/were-standing-still-jenny.html' title='We&apos;re standing still, Jenny.'/><author><name>tanorexicfaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793706785343186097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17493900885783030232'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756436388523639097.post-1397257300343854086</id><published>2007-12-15T07:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T10:20:41.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenny, what's the problem?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jenny was played on the radio and I remembered something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember it was the 7th of December 2007. Kelvin was singing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jenny&lt;/span&gt; during our school's Skill-O-Rama. Ebakwait was there, of course. We had fun! Talk about the memories. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wish, I could bring back the old times&lt;/span&gt;. c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First you say you won't, then you say you will. You keep me hanging on, and we're not moving on. I'm standing still Jenny. You got me on my knees. Jenny it's killing me.&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/7756436388523639097-1397257300343854086?l=fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1397257300343854086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756436388523639097&amp;postID=1397257300343854086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/1397257300343854086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/1397257300343854086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/2007/12/jenny-whats-problem.html' title='Jenny, what&apos;s the problem?'/><author><name>tanorexicfaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793706785343186097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17493900885783030232'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756436388523639097.post-2049118650074370412</id><published>2007-12-14T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T10:21:18.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When It's Over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It bothers me a lot that my advices and effort did not work on saving a friendship that was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meant&lt;/span&gt; to last forever. Now, I realized that not all things are really going to last. If there is love, I bet nothing would ever break something apart but what happened to my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most favorite &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;barkada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things were wasted. Everything gone to worse from bad. There was no one who expected that almost 8 months of friendship would just end up like a bubble that just burst. I can't explain what I felt when I heard of what happened.  I started to love them, my new friends. I learned to be happy too when I and my boyfriend is with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I finally figured out what I really want for Christmas. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want Ebakwait back again&lt;/span&gt;. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756436388523639097-2049118650074370412?l=fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2049118650074370412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756436388523639097&amp;postID=2049118650074370412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/2049118650074370412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/2049118650074370412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/2007/12/when-its-over.html' title='When It&apos;s Over.'/><author><name>tanorexicfaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793706785343186097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17493900885783030232'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756436388523639097.post-1533212648887812427</id><published>2007-12-12T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T10:24:13.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In love, when break up comes and it's time to say goodbye, don't doubt the love just because it didn't last. May mga bagay sa buhay na di man nagtatagal, it doesn't mean na di totoo. &lt;strong&gt;Some good things are just never meant to last forever&lt;/strong&gt;. Ok lang yun. Bless the parting and move on. Expect the tears, sorrows, sleepless nights and pain. Ika nga, it's when you hurt the worst, that you love the most. &lt;strong&gt;Kung di ka willing masaktan, wag ka na lang mag mahal&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakatanggap ko pa lang ng message nito galing sa isang kaibigan. Medyo natamaan. Haha. At this point, I have realized what the message said. Finally, gumana na ulit ang utak ko. :) And yea, it's almost christmas. Kinakabahan ako ng sobra sa &lt;strong&gt;salvation wish&lt;/strong&gt; ko. Sana lang makuha ko na talaga yun! Sana. Sana. Sana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the &lt;strong&gt;THIRTEENTH&lt;/strong&gt; tomorrow! Yet, we don't have class so there's no chance na magkikita pa kami bukas. Hindi sya makakalabas ng bahay (at ako rin) dahil transport strike. Sabi nga ng kapatid ni Rannah, "&lt;em&gt;Bakit may strike? Hindi naga-andar ang mga jeep&lt;/em&gt;?" Bata nga naman. Nakakatuwa. Sana din, ako matuwa sa pasko. Whee! Merry Christmas everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756436388523639097-1533212648887812427?l=fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1533212648887812427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756436388523639097&amp;postID=1533212648887812427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/1533212648887812427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/1533212648887812427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='♥'/><author><name>tanorexicfaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793706785343186097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17493900885783030232'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756436388523639097.post-3794848115136014584</id><published>2007-12-10T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T10:25:23.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iDesign. c:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes. It's my new past time. I was bored one time and I've got nothing to do so I tried making lots of layouts and I thought, why not share these to others? Since almost everyone has a Friendster account, you can use some of my layouts. Get them here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stylishlayouts.multiply.com/"&gt;http://stylishlayouts.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also accept requests for layouts. c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756436388523639097-3794848115136014584?l=fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3794848115136014584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756436388523639097&amp;postID=3794848115136014584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/3794848115136014584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/3794848115136014584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/2007/12/idesign-c.html' title='iDesign. c:'/><author><name>tanorexicfaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793706785343186097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17493900885783030232'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756436388523639097.post-533000457232348675</id><published>2007-11-26T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T10:25:57.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need salvation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Napadaan ako sa blog ni &lt;a href="http://misspristine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yana&lt;/a&gt;. Napaisip akong pwede na man akong mag-tagalog sa posts ko. Haha. Masyado lang talaga siguro akong proud sa aking pag-iingles kaya lahat ng posts ko ay Ingles. Natatawa ako sa sarili ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need salvation&lt;/span&gt;. Ika nga ni Felip. Naisip ko, ako rin, kelangan ko yun. Dahil? Dahil naaawa na ako sa sarili ko. Mukha na akong baliw. Kahit ano na lang ang naiisip ko at bigla ko itong gagawin o sasabihin. Ano na nga ba ang nangyayari sakin? Psychologically Sick?! Haha. Pwede! Sabi ng isang staff sa school (nakalimutan ko ang pangalan, pasensya na), magiging Psychologically Sick ka raw kapag di ka kakain ng maayos. Aah! Kaya naman pala mukha na akong baliw eh. Haha. I skip meals. Hindi tama yun pero naiinsecure ako sa sarili ko dahil lumalaki na ako. Kinakanchaw na ako ng mga kaibigan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting of report cards nga pala nung nakaraang Biyernes. Ayun, 3 na ang pula ko. Ewan ko ba ano nang nangyayari sa akin. Tinatamad na akong mag-aral pero pagsisikapan ko na ngayong susunod na markahan. Gusto kong grumaduate pero ayoko'ng mag college. Ang gulo ko noh? Kelangan ko ng inspiration para makapasa ngayon. Sabi nga nila, crucial stage na raw to para sa aming mga graduating students. Eh, sana naman makakayanan ko to. Mag-aaral na ako ng maayos. I promise to myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malapit na ang pasko, sana naman makuha ko na ang inaasam-asam kong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;salvation&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/7756436388523639097-533000457232348675?l=fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/533000457232348675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756436388523639097&amp;postID=533000457232348675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/533000457232348675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/533000457232348675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-need-salvation.html' title='I need salvation.'/><author><name>tanorexicfaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793706785343186097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17493900885783030232'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756436388523639097.post-3185775080635147024</id><published>2007-11-23T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T10:27:00.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOREVER I'LL MISS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm graduating soon. 4 months -- that is what's left for me to enjoy my senior year in high school. I really don't want to be in college yet. I'm really not ready to face a new world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got home from the Studio. I felt like I don't want to leave high school when I wore the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;toga&lt;/span&gt;. There were a couple of my schoolmates who were there for the picture taking, they seem excited to be in college. I really don't know what would I be when I get to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; was so cold on me today. Maybe he was just so down because of his grades. The report cards are out today. I failed 3 subjects. I want to graduate (but I don't want to be in college). I'm making up my grades. I feel that I'm the most brainless person in this planet. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; to cope up and I need help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As days turn into weeks and months, I can't stop thinking of Graduation Day. I know it would be a memorable one but I know it would also be one of my most woeful days. I can imagine my friends, my classmates, my teachers and schoolmates all happy. But for me? Well, I'm out of place. I'm surely going to miss all the troubles I made in high school. Haha! High school. This is the time when I can do whatever I want to do. College? Well, I got to be serious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756436388523639097-3185775080635147024?l=fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3185775080635147024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756436388523639097&amp;postID=3185775080635147024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/3185775080635147024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/3185775080635147024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/2007/11/forever-ill-miss.html' title='FOREVER I&apos;LL MISS'/><author><name>tanorexicfaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793706785343186097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17493900885783030232'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756436388523639097.post-6013944715466158318</id><published>2007-11-13T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T10:29:07.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soundtrack of My Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you more than you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than you'll ever see&lt;br /&gt;More than my heart could ever show&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take my hand, we'll walk a while, we'll talk a while. &lt;/span&gt;The first track of my life. I wonder why I feel uneasy listening to this song? Uneasy in a nice way. Is it just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kilig&lt;/span&gt; or I want to cry because I'm super happy? I still don't know how much but I know he loves me a lot. Ha! I feel his love always here beside me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You were just a dream that I once knew&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I would be right for you&lt;br /&gt;I just can't compare you with anything in this world&lt;br /&gt;You're all I need to be with forevermore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;I just can't believe you are mine now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; He was really just a dream. I never thought he would love me too. We have been friends then but I didn't know that we'll be together in the end. I never thought that he had this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feeling&lt;/span&gt; for me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt;! He's really a surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby, you're my destiny&lt;br /&gt;You and I were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;With all my heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;I'd give my love to have it hold&lt;br /&gt;and as far as I can see&lt;br /&gt;You were always meant to be&lt;br /&gt;my destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But forever is just a word&lt;/span&gt;. He never tells me that he will love me forever. He said, forever is a lie. He's my destiny! From the moment i knew everything about what he thinks of me, deep inside my heart I knew he really was my destiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And even if the sun refused to shine&lt;br /&gt;Even if romance ran out of rhyme&lt;br /&gt;You would still have my heart&lt;br /&gt;Until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;You're all I need&lt;br /&gt;My love, my valentine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coz all I need is YOU, my valentine&lt;/span&gt;. My all-time favorite song. I really need him. Really really. I can't imagine life without him anymore. I really got used to him easily. He's the one I need to complete me, to complete my life and I thank him for stepping in and showing me what really love is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if the sun refused to shine&lt;br /&gt;Even if we lived in different times&lt;br /&gt;Even if the ocean left the sea&lt;br /&gt;There would still be you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if the world would disappear&lt;br /&gt;Even if the cloud would shed no tears&lt;br /&gt;Even if tonight was just a dream&lt;br /&gt;There would still be you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh boy, and here you are with me for all of time&lt;/span&gt;. Two hearts that belong together from the very start. One love, now and forever. Nothing can tear us apart. Nothing's gonna stop us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile on your face lets me know that you need me&lt;br /&gt;There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall&lt;br /&gt;You say it best when you say nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Whenever I hear this song, I remember a family friend that they have been together for almost 10 years before they decided to get married. I want us to last that long too. I know nothing else matters except love and trust; and we have it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You got to believe in magic&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how two people find each other&lt;br /&gt;In a world that's full of strangers&lt;br /&gt;You got to believe in magic&lt;br /&gt;Something stronger than the moon above&lt;br /&gt;Cos it's magic when two people fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We were born to share this dream. For me, this isn't a dream. I don't want it to be a dream, cos in a dream, there'll be a time that you have to wake up and everything would be gone. I love it this way and it will always remain as what it is. Cos it's magic when I fell in love with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I tried to run from your side&lt;br /&gt;But each place I hide&lt;br /&gt;It only reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;When I turn out all the lights&lt;br /&gt;Even the night&lt;br /&gt;It only reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can't remember of  a time that I haven't thought of him. Every hour, every minute, every second -- he's always in my mind. Some say it's too much but they don't know the feeling of falling for someone who you thought was just a dream, something you can't reach. I'll never leave him. Ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And we can build this dream together, standing strong forever&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna stop us now&lt;br /&gt;And if this world runs out of lovers, we'll still have each other&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna stop us, nothing's gonna stop us now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nothing could really break us apart. Let them say we're crazy, what do they know? Let them say we're crazy, don't care about that. He always tell me that nothing could ever let him fall out of love and I wish that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; would really make him fall out of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is his favorite song. He let me listen to this and he sang with it! It's so sweet. He really is the sweetest person I have met and I'm lucky he's mine! He's always there for me. He never left me, maybe at times when he gets mad. Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well I never saw it coming&lt;br /&gt;I should have started running&lt;br /&gt;A long, long time ago&lt;br /&gt;And I never though I'd doubt you&lt;br /&gt;I'm better off without you&lt;br /&gt;More than you, more than you know&lt;br /&gt;I'm slowly getting closure&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's really over&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally getting better&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm picking up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;From spending all of these years&lt;br /&gt;Putting my heart back together&lt;br /&gt;Cause the day I thought I'd never get through&lt;br /&gt;I got over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He said he was having second thoughts on putting this on his monthsary gift ( i'll tell you later ). Cos he doesn't like this much but this is my favorite song. He really loves me so much. I love the song because I just love it. It means nothing to us really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;And if open my heart to you&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping you'll show me what to do&lt;br /&gt;And if you help me to start again&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'll be there for you in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We watch Music and Lyrics together! That day was really a nice one. I salute. Ha! I miss watching movies with him. The cuddles when the sweetest scenes are shown. Aah! I can't wait anymore for another movie marathon with him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Since I found you my world seems so brand new&lt;br /&gt;You've showed me the love I never knew&lt;br /&gt;Your presence is what my whole life through&lt;br /&gt;Since I found you my life begin so new&lt;br /&gt;Now who needs a dream when there is you&lt;br /&gt;For all my dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;Since I found you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He had sent me a message with these words. I didn't know it was a song. Ha! I just found out now. I thought he really made those words for me. Ha! But still, I appreciate it much. I like the song. Shows how much he really loves me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What would you do if my heart was torn in two&lt;br /&gt;More than words to show you feel&lt;br /&gt;That your love for me is real&lt;br /&gt;What would you say if I took those words away&lt;br /&gt;Then you couldn't make things new&lt;br /&gt;Just by saying I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ohmy. I don't like the message of the song. What's he telling me? I feel guilty everytime we fight but I say sorry always. I never forget that. I don't know what he really wants; being showy of what I feel for him or just through words? Action speaks louder than words -- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; than words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's been a year and 9 months. This was the happiest yet. He's the sweetest! He compiled a CD for me but admitted he had forgotten that it's our monthsary. I so love him much much. I'm so thankful that he came to my life -- he's a special surprise. I'm getting too senti now but I really appreciate everything he has done for me, good or bad, everything! I couldn't ask for more. As we last each day, there's one thing that changes with him. He's sweeter. I don't know what's up but I just didn't get used to his being super sweet attitude. I love him and nothing can change that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756436388523639097-6013944715466158318?l=fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6013944715466158318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756436388523639097&amp;postID=6013944715466158318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/6013944715466158318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/6013944715466158318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/2007/11/soundtrack-of-my-life.html' title='Soundtrack of My Life.'/><author><name>tanorexicfaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793706785343186097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17493900885783030232'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756436388523639097.post-4206451574920134955</id><published>2007-11-11T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:57:30.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEACH = i missed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nupo7uXl8RE/RzZkCLMD3SI/AAAAAAAAAIs/JSujgN19xug/s1600-h/40556c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nupo7uXl8RE/RzZkCLMD3SI/AAAAAAAAAIs/JSujgN19xug/s200/40556c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131398813961149730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nupo7uXl8RE/RzZkCbMD3TI/AAAAAAAAAI0/IrUbZaTpsGg/s1600-h/40379c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nupo7uXl8RE/RzZkCbMD3TI/AAAAAAAAAI0/IrUbZaTpsGg/s200/40379c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131398818256117042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nupo7uXl8RE/RzZkCrMD3UI/AAAAAAAAAI8/QgT4o1u_w-4/s1600-h/40376c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nupo7uXl8RE/RzZkCrMD3UI/AAAAAAAAAI8/QgT4o1u_w-4/s200/40376c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131398822551084354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I surfed the net and found these &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stock photos&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.createblog.com/"&gt;Createblog&lt;/a&gt;. I want to travel around the most popular beaches in the world. First, Boracay. Honestly, I haven't been there. Wishing of a chance to go but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;namamalimos na lang kami&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. Kidding! My second stop would be the most romantic beach in the world -- St. Thomas in the Caribbean. I'd love to spend time there with someone whom I love the most. ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waa. Drama ba? Haha. &lt;/span&gt;) My next favorite is the South Beach in Miami, Florida. South Beach is one of the most luxurious beaches in the world, well too bad I can't afford such resort. Haha. But Kjj said he's gonna buy me a beach some day! Haha. Thanks. Ilysm. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756436388523639097-4206451574920134955?l=fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4206451574920134955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756436388523639097&amp;postID=4206451574920134955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/4206451574920134955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/4206451574920134955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/2007/11/beach-i-missed.html' title='BEACH = i missed.'/><author><name>tanorexicfaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793706785343186097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17493900885783030232'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nupo7uXl8RE/RzZkCLMD3SI/AAAAAAAAAIs/JSujgN19xug/s72-c/40556c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756436388523639097.post-1125483552309967211</id><published>2007-11-01T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T10:30:08.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simpsons.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lisa Simpson to Bart Simpson:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" .. it's human nature, you only like her now because someone already has her. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&gt; in other words, APPRECIATE the person close to you while s/he's still yours..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause you'll never know how much s/he's worth until s/he's out of your life. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756436388523639097-1125483552309967211?l=fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1125483552309967211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756436388523639097&amp;postID=1125483552309967211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/1125483552309967211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/1125483552309967211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/2007/11/simpsons.html' title='The Simpsons.'/><author><name>tanorexicfaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793706785343186097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17493900885783030232'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756436388523639097.post-6164864615931328805</id><published>2007-10-30T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:57:31.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEACH = i missed.</title><content type='html'>it's been 5 months since i have been to the beach. i missed the beach a lot. i was so excited the night before, i could hardly sleep. hahaha. talk about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;atat&lt;/span&gt;! i woke up 5:3o in the morning but failed to arrive early at the beach. we were the third group to arrive (of 5 small groups); i was with sacay, elbert and ktee. :) i got sunburn - and i love it. though it hurts a lot. hahaha. :)) so red cheeks. i get to ride a paddle board again after almost a year. hahaha. :)) and im hoping of riding a kayak! i ate a lot - that's why i look fat in my photos. i brought salad. we shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nupo7uXl8RE/RycAobXO0bI/AAAAAAAAAHc/JgBsfapTyp8/s1600-h/DSC01754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nupo7uXl8RE/RycAobXO0bI/AAAAAAAAAHc/JgBsfapTyp8/s200/DSC01754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127067395324563890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nupo7uXl8RE/RycAorXO0cI/AAAAAAAAAHk/AI5GME2uNTk/s1600-h/DSC01890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nupo7uXl8RE/RycAorXO0cI/AAAAAAAAAHk/AI5GME2uNTk/s200/DSC01890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127067399619531202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are my photos with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jan&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nupo7uXl8RE/RycE97XO0gI/AAAAAAAAAIE/KKxN8mvrYTA/s1600-h/IMG_0661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nupo7uXl8RE/RycE97XO0gI/AAAAAAAAAIE/KKxN8mvrYTA/s200/IMG_0661.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127072162738262530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nupo7uXl8RE/RycE-LXO0hI/AAAAAAAAAIM/E4-Zjl2r02c/s1600-h/IMG_0676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nupo7uXl8RE/RycE-LXO0hI/AAAAAAAAAIM/E4-Zjl2r02c/s200/IMG_0676.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127072167033229842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nupo7uXl8RE/RycE97XO0fI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Fzc51_LK2QE/s1600-h/IMG_0653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nupo7uXl8RE/RycE97XO0fI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Fzc51_LK2QE/s200/IMG_0653.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127072162738262514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are my photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nupo7uXl8RE/RycGK7XO0iI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VM11f6zBdq8/s1600-h/DSCN7706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nupo7uXl8RE/RycGK7XO0iI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VM11f6zBdq8/s200/DSCN7706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127073485588189730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nupo7uXl8RE/RycGLLXO0jI/AAAAAAAAAIc/aNG1v7fhAfA/s1600-h/DSCN7707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nupo7uXl8RE/RycGLLXO0jI/AAAAAAAAAIc/aNG1v7fhAfA/s200/DSCN7707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127073489883157042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nupo7uXl8RE/RycGLLXO0kI/AAAAAAAAAIk/968TXiJUi1U/s1600-h/DSCN7720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nupo7uXl8RE/RycGLLXO0kI/AAAAAAAAAIk/968TXiJUi1U/s200/DSCN7720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127073489883157058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see my burns? hahaha. :)) i love my tanline! must have to go back to the beach. i demand a repeat! hahaha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756436388523639097-6164864615931328805?l=fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6164864615931328805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756436388523639097&amp;postID=6164864615931328805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/6164864615931328805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/6164864615931328805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/beach-i-missed.html' title='BEACH = i missed.'/><author><name>tanorexicfaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793706785343186097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17493900885783030232'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nupo7uXl8RE/RycAobXO0bI/AAAAAAAAAHc/JgBsfapTyp8/s72-c/DSC01754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756436388523639097.post-1649454526161969867</id><published>2007-10-27T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T19:20:04.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AMAZING THINGS YOU CAN KEEP IN YOUR REFRIGERATOR [ besides food ]</title><content type='html'>your refrigerator is an ideal storage for a whole array of non-food items too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;camera film&lt;/span&gt;, will often stay fresh beyond its expiration date if it's kept in the refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;candles&lt;/span&gt; won't wilt and lose their shape in hot weather if they're refrigerated -- and if they're stored for 24 hours or more in the fridge, they won't drip when burned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;clothing&lt;/span&gt; that's been soiled with chewing gum can be saved if it's placed in the freezer compartment. this will turn the gum brittle and make it easy to remove with a knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sprinkle clothes for ironing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but don't have time to finish pressing them, you can prevent the clothes from becoming mildewed by keeping them in a plastic bag inside the refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hair coloring products&lt;/span&gt; lose some of their effectiveness in hot weather and temperature, but you can prolong their life by refrigerating them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lipsticks&lt;/span&gt; will hold its shape longer if refrigerated - and lipsticks that's melted can be reshaped after it's chilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tulip bulbs&lt;/span&gt; will remain dormant until planting time if they're kept in the fridge. it's best to chill them for 60 days at 40 degrees before planting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;flower&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vegetable seeds&lt;/span&gt; will stay fresh longer if they're stored inside a jar in the refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cigarettes&lt;/span&gt; stay fresher and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;flashlight batteries&lt;/span&gt; keep longer when they're refrigerated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;refrigerator storage will also help &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perfume&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cologne&lt;/span&gt; retain their fragrance longer, firm up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soft soap&lt;/span&gt; and prevent &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shoe polish&lt;/span&gt; from dying out and hardening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazing huh? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756436388523639097-1649454526161969867?l=fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1649454526161969867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756436388523639097&amp;postID=1649454526161969867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/1649454526161969867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/1649454526161969867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/amazing-things-you-can-keep-in-your.html' title='AMAZING THINGS YOU CAN KEEP IN YOUR REFRIGERATOR [ besides food ]'/><author><name>tanorexicfaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793706785343186097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17493900885783030232'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756436388523639097.post-2016086948143476875</id><published>2007-10-23T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T18:24:37.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES.</title><content type='html'>a year and 8 months is a long time. it's over now. i won't ask for anything anymore. my heart is tired and so hurt. i don't want to love again. i don't want to get hurt. this is enough! i've had enough. I'M A BIG GIRL NOW and BIG GIRLS DON'T CRY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756436388523639097-2016086948143476875?l=fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2016086948143476875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756436388523639097&amp;postID=2016086948143476875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/2016086948143476875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/2016086948143476875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/thanks-for-memories.html' title='THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES.'/><author><name>tanorexicfaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793706785343186097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17493900885783030232'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756436388523639097.post-1808789036125915492</id><published>2007-10-22T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T18:36:52.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEMESTRAL BREAK.</title><content type='html'>exciteeeed! hahaha. :)) im going to the beach again. update soon! MUCH LOVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756436388523639097-1808789036125915492?l=fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1808789036125915492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756436388523639097&amp;postID=1808789036125915492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/1808789036125915492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/1808789036125915492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/semestral-break.html' title='SEMESTRAL BREAK.'/><author><name>tanorexicfaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793706785343186097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17493900885783030232'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756436388523639097.post-4467286729659371163</id><published>2007-10-15T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T22:22:45.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEAUTIFUL GIRL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i aint easy to find, i am one of a kind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;new aura of my pretty, beautiful, nice and neat blog! hahaha. :)) girlier colors this time. i just tweaked a little and voila! it looks like a rainbow. whoa! hahaha. :)) i haven't been writing here since (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;insert last post's date&lt;/span&gt;). hahaha! tama na ui. corny na jud ba! hahaha. :)) i hread from a magazine that says &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a line a day wont hurt&lt;/span&gt; -- so, im trying to post even a single &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hello blog&lt;/span&gt; in here .. everyday! this is all for now. MORE &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LATE&lt;/span&gt; UPDATES ABOUT MY LIFE SOON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756436388523639097-4467286729659371163?l=fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4467286729659371163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756436388523639097&amp;postID=4467286729659371163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/4467286729659371163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/4467286729659371163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/beautiful-girl.html' title='BEAUTIFUL GIRL.'/><author><name>tanorexicfaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793706785343186097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17493900885783030232'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756436388523639097.post-6527240998899621001</id><published>2007-08-30T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T18:23:44.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suicidal -- BEAUTIFUL GIRLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;im way too cool for ya boy. that's why it'll never work. i'll have you suicidal, suicidal when i say it's over. damn all these beautiful girls. they all wanna do your dirt. i'll have you suicidal, suicidal; when i say it's over.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new LSS. hahaha. =] &lt;strong&gt;gabo, christine lu &amp;amp; christa&lt;/strong&gt;'s new song for me. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756436388523639097-6527240998899621001?l=fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6527240998899621001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756436388523639097&amp;postID=6527240998899621001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/6527240998899621001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/6527240998899621001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/2007/08/suicidal-beautiful-girls.html' title='suicidal -- BEAUTIFUL GIRLS'/><author><name>tanorexicfaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793706785343186097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17493900885783030232'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756436388523639097.post-9049970608545595557</id><published>2007-08-26T10:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:57:32.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCANDALOUS =]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nupo7uXl8RE/RtDvx3E0p-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/6Vhhda1KO7Y/s1600-h/bm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102842017687578594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nupo7uXl8RE/RtDvx3E0p-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/6Vhhda1KO7Y/s200/bm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nupo7uXl8RE/RtDvyHE0p_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/iwuaNkhWdcA/s1600-h/nc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102842021982545906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nupo7uXl8RE/RtDvyHE0p_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/iwuaNkhWdcA/s200/nc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nupo7uXl8RE/RtDvyHE0qAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/RP9rYelcFIc/s1600-h/nv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102842021982545922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nupo7uXl8RE/RtDvyHE0qAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/RP9rYelcFIc/s200/nv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nupo7uXl8RE/RtDvyXE0qBI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3DGWxbmWtfg/s1600-h/nx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102842026277513234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nupo7uXl8RE/RtDvyXE0qBI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3DGWxbmWtfg/s200/nx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nupo7uXl8RE/RtDvynE0qCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/D0yqBqkXEQA/s1600-h/nz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102842030572480546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nupo7uXl8RE/RtDvynE0qCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/D0yqBqkXEQA/s200/nz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sooo &lt;strong&gt;scandalous&lt;/strong&gt;! hahahaha. god! raymark, you're a threat! hahahaha. =]] tsktsktsk. lingaw ang reco sa chryso. wa gyud ingani nga kabuang sa amo! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756436388523639097-9049970608545595557?l=fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/9049970608545595557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756436388523639097&amp;postID=9049970608545595557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/9049970608545595557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/9049970608545595557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/2007/08/scandalous.html' title='SCANDALOUS =]'/><author><name>tanorexicfaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793706785343186097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17493900885783030232'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nupo7uXl8RE/RtDvx3E0p-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/6Vhhda1KO7Y/s72-c/bm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756436388523639097.post-4816099271692103694</id><published>2007-08-25T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T09:30:20.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FALLING AWAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;wasn't it enough to let you feel the sun? am i not worth every fall? we've gone too deep to just let this fly. so please hold on and let me save us, please hold on and let me save us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756436388523639097-4816099271692103694?l=fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' 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value='17493900885783030232'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756436388523639097.post-5478008184910994928</id><published>2007-08-14T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T16:20:30.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish.</title><content type='html'>i wish i could tell him what i feel. i wish i could tell him that im getting hurt more and more everyday. those words that came out from his mouth had never been out of my head. even if i try to forget it, it would still come back. i dont wanna cry for the rest of my life. i dont wanna suffer for more pain. but i guess, i might get hurt more if i leave him. i dont know what's he really up to. im scared to ask. im scared to know his answer. im scared. i thought i would be happy with him -- i was wrong. so wrong. i dont wanna expect anything more. i might just get hurt even more. i want to follow my friends -- their advices. but im afraid he'd still insult me -- like what he's been doing. i dont know what to do. i tired. i wanna get wasted. i wanna die. oh god!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756436388523639097-5478008184910994928?l=fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5478008184910994928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756436388523639097&amp;postID=5478008184910994928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/5478008184910994928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/5478008184910994928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-wish.html' title='i wish.'/><author><name>tanorexicfaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793706785343186097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17493900885783030232'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756436388523639097.post-5074305836801091244</id><published>2007-08-13T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T12:39:58.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:))</title><content type='html'>pt &lt;em&gt;weak&lt;/em&gt;. haha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im happy&lt;/strong&gt; -- todaaaay! lalala. :))&lt;br /&gt;for some reasons, im &lt;em&gt;quite&lt;/em&gt; happy. haay. life nga naman! tsktsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARNELIAN RECO THIS FRIDAY -- AUGUST 17, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* after RECO -- im going to KAMIKAZEE's concert. yea!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LETTERS TO ME PLEASE! THANKS! :)) mwah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756436388523639097-5074305836801091244?l=fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5074305836801091244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756436388523639097&amp;postID=5074305836801091244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/5074305836801091244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756436388523639097/posts/default/5074305836801091244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionablydelicious.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=':))'/><author><name>tanorexicfaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793706785343186097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17493900885783030232'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>