<?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-2183516027638972103</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:18:41.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>○♥lïvê, lovê, låugh♥○</title><subtitle type='html'>○♥ live your life at its fullest, love with all that you have &amp;&amp; more, laugh at all the things that don't matter ♥○</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2183516027638972103/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ღtRïXïÈLïÇïÖµSღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10840276931912009388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nTV1HpMETFQ/SH4QsGdeptI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hsCyL-IZB5s/S220/vShts000-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2183516027638972103.post-3548039542833508432</id><published>2009-01-03T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T06:12:32.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>○♥ '09, what's going to come? ♥○</title><content type='html'>Belated Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! Wow! I survived another year! Well, many happened in last year. Those great memories -- I don't want to remember the worse of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another year to begin, new decisions will be made. Better think 'grown-up' since I'm getting older and older. Wish those vampires were real. I can't believe that I'm still intoxicated by a fictional character -- frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last December 19, 2008 was my first Christmas party in high school. I was so worried about our Christmas party that it would not be approved because our adviser gets mad at us lately. Hope that she'd already gone pass by it. I don't like to start the year with enemies. Going back. We totally had fun that day. We did some games. And the girls beat the boys of course in the relay. Ha ha. I got a gift that was a Roxy shorts, Macadamia chocolates, a pink bag, towels, a pink cellphone lace, and an Armando Caruso handkerchief. I am so grateful to God that I had fun that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of God, I wished his son, Jesus Christ, Happy Birthday as well as Merry Christmas last December 25, 2008 at exactly 12 o'clock in that day. My Christmas was very merry indeed because I spent mine with my mom all the time. We had a great bonding that holiday. I had fun even though I am lacking someone. My aunt and my grandmother. They spent theirs somewhere else. We ate my favorite dishes. We gave each other presents. I got a New Moon and Eclipse book from Tito Rod. Other than that, my mom and I spent the holiday shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 was kind of a great start. I had no problems, no enemies, no nightmares. I was totally shocked at my self not being afraid of the fireworks. My &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lusis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -- that's what they call it, i guess -- exploded at me like 2 or 3 times. And I wasn't afraid -- unlike my mom who looks like she is in hysterics. I'm kind of getting used to Bella's character. Accident prone. But I hadn't got any bruise at all. And was totally thankful. Dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more day and welcome back to school. Ah, School. How I've miss it. The long hours of academics. I'm looking forward to making my grades, well higher. I'm looking forward to meeting my friends also. Want to talk about our holidays. But still looking forward to finishing the chapters in my Eclipse. Don't want Edward keep waiting for me. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;See you on my next entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  Merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    Happy New Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xoxo.Trish&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/2183516027638972103-3548039542833508432?l=trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3548039542833508432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2183516027638972103&amp;postID=3548039542833508432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2183516027638972103/posts/default/3548039542833508432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2183516027638972103/posts/default/3548039542833508432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/2009/01/09-whats-going-to-come.html' title='○♥ &apos;09, what&apos;s going to come? ♥○'/><author><name>ღtRïXïÈLïÇïÖµSღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10840276931912009388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nTV1HpMETFQ/SH4QsGdeptI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hsCyL-IZB5s/S220/vShts000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2183516027638972103.post-4162247384550625774</id><published>2008-10-24T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T23:54:09.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>•♥ exams, crams?! ♥•</title><content type='html'>No need to cram. I am now reviewing my past lessons for my 2nd quarterly exam. Whew! How time goes so fast. It was just before the last month when we got our 1st quarterly exam. I need to study very hard because I want to maintain my rank at the top 2, or maybe higher. I need to study very hard because many of my teachers say that my grades are getting lower this 2nd quarter. I need to participate actively in my classes. Need to study more. STUDIES! MY PRYORITY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2183516027638972103-4162247384550625774?l=trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4162247384550625774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2183516027638972103&amp;postID=4162247384550625774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2183516027638972103/posts/default/4162247384550625774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2183516027638972103/posts/default/4162247384550625774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/2008/10/exams-crams.html' title='•♥ exams, crams?! ♥•'/><author><name>ღtRïXïÈLïÇïÖµSღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10840276931912009388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nTV1HpMETFQ/SH4QsGdeptI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hsCyL-IZB5s/S220/vShts000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2183516027638972103.post-483715099857574273</id><published>2008-10-24T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T23:53:47.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>•♥ Being a Multi-talented Person ♥•</title><content type='html'>How I wish that I would be that kind of person. I really wanted to be a famous actress, singer or dancer someday. I wanted to know by everyone by my kind-hearted self. I was inspired on how those actresses, singers and dancers successfully shined their own ways to show business. Is there such thing as a course to be a professional actress, singer and dancer? If there is, tell me ok? I was so into music and dances. I wanted to be seen as my own self. I wanted to be known as a person who has what it takes to be seen in the business of arts. I want to join some reality shows when I became 16, like PBB or PDA. I wanted to show everyone that I am not that shy type person they knew. I don’t want to hide who I want to be, I just don’t have those opportunities to show my inner self. Hope that someone could discover me. HAHA! What a dream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2183516027638972103-483715099857574273?l=trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/483715099857574273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2183516027638972103&amp;postID=483715099857574273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2183516027638972103/posts/default/483715099857574273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2183516027638972103/posts/default/483715099857574273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/2008/10/being-multi-talented-person.html' title='•♥ Being a Multi-talented Person ♥•'/><author><name>ღtRïXïÈLïÇïÖµSღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10840276931912009388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nTV1HpMETFQ/SH4QsGdeptI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hsCyL-IZB5s/S220/vShts000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2183516027638972103.post-8608067146175969931</id><published>2008-10-24T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T23:52:36.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>•♥ Ibong Adarna Play at SM South Mall, featuring Aaron Villaflor ♥•</title><content type='html'>Wow! Yesterday, [10.11.08], was such a fun and crushing day for me! Not because of the Ibong Adarna, but it is because I had my day so fine, despite of the hotness of the weather. I can’t really understand the weather right now, sometimes it is so hot then suddenly you will notice that there is a low pressure area near you. What kind of world is ours? It is because of us because we contribute in the global warming in our mother Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday was the birthday of our beloved adviser. She was the only one who hadn’t arrived in school. We waited for I think 1 hour for her. Then, we welcomed her with a loud bang! HAHA! Then suddenly we went to a very long silence. I saw her eyes were turning red then tears came out of her eyes. I felt a sudden tinge in my body. We still don’t know why she cried that they, if it was because of us or because she didn’t spend her birthday with her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for that, when we came to SM South Mall, I was star struck by Aaron Villaflor, he walked in front of us (not exactly in front, but near our front line). He was so gorgeous! HAHA! They screamed so loud that my ears could explode! I can’t wait to see him entertain us in the play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we had our seats, I got the best view to see them, especially him. I was irritated with the boys next to me, a few chairs away. They kept on taking pictures of me. I couldn’t do anything. I didn’t mind them and concentrated with the play. When Don Juan (Aaron Villaflor) went on stage my body felt very weak. I was super star struck by him. That day was the start of me crushing on him. He is a very nice dancer and actor at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The play turned out well. It was awesome! It is not only because of the totally gorgeous Aaron Villaflor but also the other performers. The play was such a fun play. But the saddest part about being there is that we can’t take pictures. So I hadn’t had my picture with my crush! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the play was done, many students came rushing to me to get my number, good thing Sir Ernest was there to put them away from me as possible. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally had fun that day! I hope it will happen again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2183516027638972103-8608067146175969931?l=trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8608067146175969931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2183516027638972103&amp;postID=8608067146175969931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2183516027638972103/posts/default/8608067146175969931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2183516027638972103/posts/default/8608067146175969931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/2008/10/ibong-adarna-play-at-sm-south-mall_24.html' title='•♥ Ibong Adarna Play at SM South Mall, featuring Aaron Villaflor ♥•'/><author><name>ღtRïXïÈLïÇïÖµSღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10840276931912009388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nTV1HpMETFQ/SH4QsGdeptI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hsCyL-IZB5s/S220/vShts000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2183516027638972103.post-3715208854089587231</id><published>2008-10-24T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T23:46:38.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>•♥ Flicks!!! *Twilight* ♥•</title><content type='html'>Bella Swan has always been a little bit different. Never one to run with the crowd, Bella never cared about fitting in with the trendy, plastic girls at her Phoenix, Arizona high school. When her mother remarried and Bella chooses to live with her father in the rainy little town of Forks, Washington, she didn't expect much of anything to change. But things do change when she meets the mysterious and dazzlingly beautiful Edward Cullen. For Edward is nothing like any boy she's ever met. He's nothing like anyone she's ever met, period. He's intelligent and witty, and he seems to see straight into her soul. In no time at all, they are swept up in a passionate and decidedly unorthodox romance - unorthodox because Edward really isn't like the other boys. He can run faster than a mountain lion. He can stop a moving car with his bare hands. Oh, and he hasn't aged since 1918. Like all vampires, he's immortal. That's right - vampire. But he doesn't have fangs - that's just in the movies. And he doesn't drink human blood, though Edward and his family are unique among vampires in that lifestyle choice. To Edward, Bella is that thing he has waited 90 years for - a soul mate. But the closer they get, the more Edward must struggle to resist the primal pull of her scent, which could send him into an uncontrollable frenzy. Somehow or other, they will have to manage their unmanageable love. But when unexpected visitors come to town and realize that there is a human among them Edward must fight to save Bella? A modern, visual, and visceral Romeo and Juliet story of the ultimate forbidden love affair - between vampire and mortal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2183516027638972103-3715208854089587231?l=trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3715208854089587231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2183516027638972103&amp;postID=3715208854089587231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2183516027638972103/posts/default/3715208854089587231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2183516027638972103/posts/default/3715208854089587231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/2008/10/flicks-twilight.html' title='•♥ Flicks!!! *Twilight* ♥•'/><author><name>ღtRïXïÈLïÇïÖµSღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10840276931912009388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nTV1HpMETFQ/SH4QsGdeptI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hsCyL-IZB5s/S220/vShts000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2183516027638972103.post-2781243192612609588</id><published>2008-10-24T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T23:38:30.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>•♥ Verses &amp; Stanzas ♥•</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why is Ms. Vanity vain?&lt;br /&gt;Why do they care for their mane?&lt;br /&gt;Why does she don’t have a line?&lt;br /&gt;Why do their stars even shine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanity is futility&lt;br /&gt;Futility or stupidity?&lt;br /&gt;Stupidity is idiocy&lt;br /&gt;Idiocy or imbecility?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are people so vain?&lt;br /&gt;Why do they do such a thing?&lt;br /&gt;What is the matter of being fame?&lt;br /&gt;Who are we going to blame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses are red&lt;br /&gt;Violets are blue&lt;br /&gt;Why are we afraid&lt;br /&gt;To show what is true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let me know&lt;br /&gt;Please let it show&lt;br /&gt;What is real&lt;br /&gt;And what’s the deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2183516027638972103-2781243192612609588?l=trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2781243192612609588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2183516027638972103&amp;postID=2781243192612609588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2183516027638972103/posts/default/2781243192612609588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2183516027638972103/posts/default/2781243192612609588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/2008/10/verses-stanzas_24.html' title='•♥ Verses &amp; Stanzas ♥•'/><author><name>ღtRïXïÈLïÇïÖµSღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10840276931912009388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nTV1HpMETFQ/SH4QsGdeptI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hsCyL-IZB5s/S220/vShts000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2183516027638972103.post-2922862983889893427</id><published>2008-10-24T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T23:36:04.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>•♥ Object of Admiration ♥•</title><content type='html'>My object of admiration is my mother, my aunt, my grand mother, my teachers, my friends, the scholar students, the nice celebrities, God and of course, my self. I have so many object of admiration. And the last admiration I wrote is my self. Isn’t that funny, weird, stupid or what? My object of admiration is MY SELF? I stated my self as my object of admiration because I admire my self for being me. I admire my self for my beauty as well as my brains and talents. It’s not that I’m bragging or anything like what you think. I just love my self for who I am. I’m contented of what I have physically, emotionally, socially, vocationally, mentally, and spiritually. I whole-heartedly accept my flaws. I learn from them. I stand for what I believe in. I never ever let anyone tear me down. I have this side of me that will do anything for the one I love. I’m a positive thinker. I love the way God made me to be. I never copy others. This is me. Hate me or love me, I will always be me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2183516027638972103-2922862983889893427?l=trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2922862983889893427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2183516027638972103&amp;postID=2922862983889893427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2183516027638972103/posts/default/2922862983889893427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2183516027638972103/posts/default/2922862983889893427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/2008/10/object-of-admiration.html' title='•♥ Object of Admiration ♥•'/><author><name>ღtRïXïÈLïÇïÖµSღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10840276931912009388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nTV1HpMETFQ/SH4QsGdeptI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hsCyL-IZB5s/S220/vShts000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2183516027638972103.post-54968745867158573</id><published>2008-10-24T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T23:26:24.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>•♥ Music &amp; Lyrics ♥•</title><content type='html'>I really love the song “This is me” by Demi Lovato. It tells about her dream of being a singer and how she believes in herself. Before, she was that shy-type kind of girl. But then, she realized that she needs to show the world what she really has. Here is the lyric of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I've always been the kind of girl&lt;br /&gt;That hid my face&lt;br /&gt;So afraid to tell the world&lt;br /&gt;What I've got to say&lt;br /&gt;But I have this dream&lt;br /&gt;Right inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna let it show, it's time&lt;br /&gt;To let you know&lt;br /&gt;To let you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is real, this is me&lt;br /&gt;I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, now&lt;br /&gt;Gonna let the light, shine on me&lt;br /&gt;Now I've found, who I am&lt;br /&gt;There's no way to hold it in&lt;br /&gt;No more hiding who I want to be&lt;br /&gt;This is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;To feel so in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To dream about a life&lt;br /&gt;Where you're the shining star&lt;br /&gt;Even though it seems&lt;br /&gt;Like it's too far away&lt;br /&gt;I have to believe in myself&lt;br /&gt;It's the only way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is real, This is me&lt;br /&gt;I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, now&lt;br /&gt;Gonna let the light, shine on me&lt;br /&gt;Now I've found, who I am&lt;br /&gt;There's no way to hold it in&lt;br /&gt;No more hiding who I want to be&lt;br /&gt;This is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the voice I hear inside my head&lt;br /&gt;The reason that I'm singing&lt;br /&gt;I need to find you, I gotta find you&lt;br /&gt;You're the missing piece I need&lt;br /&gt;The song inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I need to find you, I gotta find you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is real, this is me&lt;br /&gt;I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, now&lt;br /&gt;Gonna let the light, shine on me&lt;br /&gt;Now I've found, who I am&lt;br /&gt;There's no way to hold it in&lt;br /&gt;No more hiding who I want to be&lt;br /&gt;This is me&lt;br /&gt;You're the missing piece I need&lt;br /&gt;The song inside of me (this is me)&lt;br /&gt;You're the voice I hear inside my head&lt;br /&gt;The reason that I'm singing&lt;br /&gt;Now I've found, who I am&lt;br /&gt;There's no way to hold it in&lt;br /&gt;No more hiding who I want to be&lt;br /&gt;This is me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2183516027638972103-54968745867158573?l=trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/54968745867158573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2183516027638972103&amp;postID=54968745867158573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2183516027638972103/posts/default/54968745867158573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2183516027638972103/posts/default/54968745867158573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/2008/10/music-lyrics.html' title='•♥ Music &amp; Lyrics ♥•'/><author><name>ღtRïXïÈLïÇïÖµSღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10840276931912009388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nTV1HpMETFQ/SH4QsGdeptI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hsCyL-IZB5s/S220/vShts000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2183516027638972103.post-8797377565079525030</id><published>2008-10-24T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T23:22:15.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>•♥ Fantasies &amp; Dreams *Never Never Land* ♥•</title><content type='html'>I had this dream of being the most beautiful kind-hearted princess every kingdom wished for. I wanted to be the best ruler of my kingdom. I wanted to be pampered everyday. It’s not that I’m spoiled or anything, I just wanted to be taken care of. I have many jewels, treasures, and something that a villain will never ever have – love. I have my own make-up artist, hair groomer, nail buffer, and a good dress-chooser. My life was perfect there. My life moved harmoniously there. My days were bright. My nights have shining star twinkling. I shine above all the things that eyes can see. I was the role model of my kingdom. Everyone follows me because they know that my decisions are always right. I was the perfect girl any boy would dream about. But then I snapped out of my self realizing that it was only my NEVER NEVER LAND.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2183516027638972103-8797377565079525030?l=trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8797377565079525030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2183516027638972103&amp;postID=8797377565079525030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2183516027638972103/posts/default/8797377565079525030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2183516027638972103/posts/default/8797377565079525030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/2008/10/fantasies-dreams-never-never-land.html' title='•♥ Fantasies &amp; Dreams *Never Never Land* ♥•'/><author><name>ღtRïXïÈLïÇïÖµSღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10840276931912009388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nTV1HpMETFQ/SH4QsGdeptI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hsCyL-IZB5s/S220/vShts000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2183516027638972103.post-346822990735753779</id><published>2008-10-24T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T23:18:02.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>•♥ Once Upon a Time ♥•</title><content type='html'>The fairy tale called “Cinderella” is the fairy tale that I liked ever since I saw the movie. I loved how the story goes from Cinderella being a poor pauper to becoming the most beautiful rich queen of their kingdom. It’s like rags to riches. I wished that that could really happen to me in real life. But I guess it will never will. I liked the story very much because it is the first movie that I was totally amazed. That fairy tale can be related to real life but not that magical. It can be related because it is like a wheel of fortune or just a wheel. Sometimes you’re up, sometimes you’re down. And let’s face it, there is no such thing as a happy ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2183516027638972103-346822990735753779?l=trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/346822990735753779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2183516027638972103&amp;postID=346822990735753779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2183516027638972103/posts/default/346822990735753779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2183516027638972103/posts/default/346822990735753779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/2008/10/once-upon-time.html' title='•♥ Once Upon a Time ♥•'/><author><name>ღtRïXïÈLïÇïÖµSღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10840276931912009388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nTV1HpMETFQ/SH4QsGdeptI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hsCyL-IZB5s/S220/vShts000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2183516027638972103.post-7474164576890556155</id><published>2008-10-24T23:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T23:10:21.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>•♥ Tears &amp; Laughter ♥•</title><content type='html'>It was when I accidentally tripped on the rocky floor. I had a wound – a very big wound. I cried, and cried, and cried, and cried, and cried, and cried, and cried, and cried, oh, and don’t forget, I CRIED! That was the first time when water – salty water, I guess – came out from my beautiful eyes. That salty water kind a thing is called “tear”. I went home to see my mom. She put many things in my wound. The first one is a white substance that bubbles and the other one is the rusty-colored substance. Then she put a colorful band-aid to ease the pain in my self. I can’t forget that event in my life. But then, my mom tried to make me laugh. So I burst out with laughter and that became the first time that I’d laugh and I can’t also forget that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2183516027638972103-7474164576890556155?l=trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7474164576890556155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2183516027638972103&amp;postID=7474164576890556155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2183516027638972103/posts/default/7474164576890556155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2183516027638972103/posts/default/7474164576890556155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/2008/10/tears-laughter.html' title='•♥ Tears &amp; Laughter ♥•'/><author><name>ღtRïXïÈLïÇïÖµSღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10840276931912009388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nTV1HpMETFQ/SH4QsGdeptI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hsCyL-IZB5s/S220/vShts000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2183516027638972103.post-145689274955915409</id><published>2008-10-24T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T23:10:04.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>•♥ A Long Lost Friend as well as a Newly Found Friend ♥•</title><content type='html'>I had this friend named Frances. She is a girl. We always play and do stuffs together. She was then my best friend. We know that everything always comes to an end. Sometimes there are happy endings and sometimes there are horrible endings. We ended our friendship when I enrolled in Cavite School of Life. I met many friends. Mariel was the one who replaced Frances as my best friend. We even call ourselves sisters. Mariel and I became best friends because we have a lot of things in common. And she was very nice to me when I first met her. And now, we have been best friends for 6 years. Imagine that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When something or someone is taken from you, remember that there will always be a replacement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2183516027638972103-145689274955915409?l=trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/145689274955915409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2183516027638972103&amp;postID=145689274955915409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2183516027638972103/posts/default/145689274955915409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2183516027638972103/posts/default/145689274955915409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/2008/10/long-lost-friend-as-well-as-newly-found.html' title='•♥ A Long Lost Friend as well as a Newly Found Friend ♥•'/><author><name>ღtRïXïÈLïÇïÖµSღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10840276931912009388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nTV1HpMETFQ/SH4QsGdeptI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hsCyL-IZB5s/S220/vShts000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2183516027638972103.post-6988289838260028489</id><published>2008-10-24T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T22:58:37.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>•♥ Recess…Break...Games ♥•</title><content type='html'>Students – not all – say that recess and lunch break – and even dismissal time – are their favorite subjects. I don’t know why and how they call them “SUBJECTS” because they are REALLY NOT SUBJECTS – may I repeat? – NOT SUBJECTS! Anyway, I’ll tell you about my recess, lunch break and dismissal time when I was still young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess and lunch break are the times when I had the opportunity to eat my snacks and me. I’ll admit, even during class hours I eat my snacks but only if there are no teachers supervising. I don’t want to get in detention you know. I always had my “baon” – many, I tell you – I eat them during recess &amp; lunch break. But there are times that I don’t even bother eating them and I tend to throw them in the trash can because I am sometimes not in the mood to eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dismissal time! How I love dismissal time! It is when I can now rest after my exhausting journey. It is when I can chat with my friends. But sometimes I don’t like it because there are time that I am so much having fun but then I don’t have enough time and I tend to go home. I really love my dismissal time. It’s not that I don’t want to study or anything, but it gives me relief and takes away all of my stress. I and my schoolmates always play during this time. We run, jump, stumble, fumble, slip, and then suddenly cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my childhood days, how I miss them so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2183516027638972103-6988289838260028489?l=trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6988289838260028489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2183516027638972103&amp;postID=6988289838260028489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2183516027638972103/posts/default/6988289838260028489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2183516027638972103/posts/default/6988289838260028489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/2008/10/recessbreakgames.html' title='•♥ Recess…Break...Games ♥•'/><author><name>ღtRïXïÈLïÇïÖµSღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10840276931912009388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nTV1HpMETFQ/SH4QsGdeptI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hsCyL-IZB5s/S220/vShts000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2183516027638972103.post-1864043165477674664</id><published>2008-10-24T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T22:53:07.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>•♥ The School Bell Rings ♥•</title><content type='html'>Going to school makes every student very excited – from buying and shopping for school supplies – to meeting new friends, old friends and even their crushes. But do you still remember the first time you got excited in going to school? Students now a day don’t even bother to go to school. Well, here is the start of my schooling. The school bell rings! At exactly 7:30 in the morning, we should be on our designated classrooms. First things first! I took a bath then I wore my school uniform and ate my scrumptious breakfast. My mom once told me that breakfast is the most important meal that I should take each day. It gives me energy so I can do such tasks. After she told me that it information, I heard a beeping sound. The beeping sound was coming from outside our house. My mom told me that it was my school service so I should now go and go to school. My mom kissed me a goodbye to wish me good luck in my first day of school. Well, my mom also told me that I am not like other children who cry a lot and throw tantrums. When I got to the school, I saw many children – some are playing – some are fighting – some are laughing – and some are crying. I was so out place when I got there because it was my first time to really go to school. I was shocked when a bell suddenly rang. And that was the start of my school life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2183516027638972103-1864043165477674664?l=trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1864043165477674664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2183516027638972103&amp;postID=1864043165477674664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2183516027638972103/posts/default/1864043165477674664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2183516027638972103/posts/default/1864043165477674664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/2008/10/school-bell-rings.html' title='•♥ The School Bell Rings ♥•'/><author><name>ღtRïXïÈLïÇïÖµSღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10840276931912009388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nTV1HpMETFQ/SH4QsGdeptI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hsCyL-IZB5s/S220/vShts000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2183516027638972103.post-9049936940219201447</id><published>2008-10-24T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T22:50:53.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>•♥ When I Was Born ♥•</title><content type='html'>In the year 1995, 23rd day of June, a very charming little baby girl came to life, who happens to the one and only me. I was born in the year of the pig which is the year 1995. Aside from my birthday, many occurrences happened in the same year. Bill Clinton became the president of the United States of America in that year. Osaka, Japan was strike by a 7.2 magnitude earthquake, leaving more than 5,100 people defunct. Eventually, a bomb exploded in a federal building in Oklahoma City. Israeli Prime Minster, Yitzchak Rabin was assassinated by a right wing Jewish student who thwarted to the peace progress. The Republican Congress eluded much of the “Contrast with America”. Kevin Mitnick was arrested by the FBI and diversified him with cracking into some of the “most” procure computer. Microsoft unveiled its long awaited Windows 95 software. O.J. Simpson was found faultless. Bill Clinton signed a highway bill that finished the 55 mph speed limit. Atlanta Braves won the World Series. San Francisco 49ers won the Superbowl XXIX. New Jersey Devils won the Stanley Cup. Toy Story became the top grossing film of the year. “Fantasy” by Mariah Carey spends the most time at the top of the US charts. Lastly, Sailor Moon premiered in North America. That’s a lot of happenings and occurrences in the when I came to life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2183516027638972103-9049936940219201447?l=trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9049936940219201447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2183516027638972103&amp;postID=9049936940219201447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2183516027638972103/posts/default/9049936940219201447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2183516027638972103/posts/default/9049936940219201447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-i-was-born.html' title='•♥ When I Was Born ♥•'/><author><name>ღtRïXïÈLïÇïÖµSღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10840276931912009388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nTV1HpMETFQ/SH4QsGdeptI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hsCyL-IZB5s/S220/vShts000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2183516027638972103.post-2736371630813218130</id><published>2008-07-16T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T08:22:22.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>•○♥ Long Time No See!! ♥○•</title><content type='html'>It has been REALLY QUITE a while since my LAST entry. Well, sorry for being too busy in my high school life. I've been so busy these days. Maybe that's what really high school meant to be. Hey! I think my project is calling me now!. Gotta go my friends!. Till' my next entry! promise &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;babawi ako..pag nag karoon ng &lt;/span&gt;time&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!. kung magkakaroon nga!.. &lt;/span&gt;I hope so..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2183516027638972103-2736371630813218130?l=trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2736371630813218130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2183516027638972103&amp;postID=2736371630813218130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2183516027638972103/posts/default/2736371630813218130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2183516027638972103/posts/default/2736371630813218130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/long-time-no-see.html' title='•○♥ Long Time No See!! ♥○•'/><author><name>ღtRïXïÈLïÇïÖµSღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10840276931912009388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nTV1HpMETFQ/SH4QsGdeptI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hsCyL-IZB5s/S220/vShts000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2183516027638972103.post-3620726248321792157</id><published>2008-05-14T22:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T23:17:45.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>•○♥ bookish much? ♥○•</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I never read books that much .[.except if it is for school.]. ... but that was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i am really into reading .[.not just for school.].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one i am reading this past few days is the book *From the Files of Madison Finn* by Laura Dower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to read it because the story is somehow related to me and we .[.Madison and Me.]. have a lot in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Madison Finn&lt;/b&gt; is the main character in the book series, &lt;i&gt;From the Files of Madison Finn&lt;/i&gt;, written by &lt;a class="new" title="Laura Dower (page does not exist)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Laura_Dower&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;Laura Dower&lt;/a&gt;. Madison is a seventh grade computer whiz who faces everyday life trauma from crushes, personal appearance, to friendship problems, and her parent's recent divorce, Madison calls "the Big-D." In the Super Edition book, &lt;i&gt;To Have and To Hold&lt;/i&gt;, Madison's dad, Jeff Finn gets married to his girlfriend Stephanie. Madison's best friends are Aimee Gillespie and Fiona Waters. Aimee, Egg (Walter Diaz) and Drew (Andrew)were her main friends at the beginning of the story. Madison is developing a crush on Hart Jones. She competes with her arch enemy Ivy Daly to see who can win the man. Madison also has a cute pug named Phineus T. Finn (AKA Phinnie) and loves chatting with her keypal, Bigwheels, who has a lot in common with Madison. She goes through many problems throughout the series, which end in her realizing how lucky and special it is to has what she has. Madison often starts a story by typing in a file on her computer. The series is published by &lt;a title="Disney Press" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Disney_Press"&gt;Disney Press&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Characters&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ivy Daly, A.K.A. Poison Ivy, is a girl with red hair and a snobbish attitude who is Madison, Aimee and Fiona's enemy. She once was Madison's best friend, but the two turned into enemies. She is usually Madison's lab partner, but she rarely does her own work, preferring to copy Madison's. She considered Hart her boyfriend in the earlier books, but Hart himself told Madison he never really liked her. Ivy used to be Madison's BFF as told in Lost and Found. They had a fight in 3rd grade. She has two cronies, Rose (a.k.a. Rose Thorn) and Joan (a.k.a. Phony Joanie), who the three call Rose Thorn and Phony Joanie, respectively.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aimee Gillespie is a girl whom Madison has been friends with ever since she was born (mentioned in Boy Oh Boy!, book #2 in the series). She is thin and blonde, and loves to dance. She is also very afraid of water, : when they were little, she fell in the water and never came up until a minute after.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bigwheels is Madison's keypal. Her real name is Vikki. They meet in the &lt;i&gt;Only the Lonely&lt;/i&gt;, on bigfishbowl, a site that Madison frequents. She has a brother with autism.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fiona Waters is a girl who moved to Far Hills from California. She has a twin brother, Chet. In &lt;i&gt;Only the Lonely&lt;/i&gt;, she showed interest in being Ivy's friend, but soon chose Madison.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walter "Egg" Diaz is Madison's male friend. He got his nickname when an egg was thrown in his face one Halloween. He is also Fiona's boyfriend after they get together in the middle of the series.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hart Jones is Madison's crush throughout the series. Ivy and Madison were fighting over him, until he finally admitted his crush on Madison near the end of the series. Hart moved away in the second grade, but moved back. In the end him and Madison say that they like each other and kiss. But Hart moves away again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chet Waters is Fiona Water's twin brother. He is considered "annoying" by Fiona and the other girls. His best friends are Walter Diaz, Hart Jones, Drew Maxwell, and Dan Ginsburg. In the 22nd book, All Shook up, he admitted his crush on Madhur Singh, a friend of Madison's.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drew Maxwell is one of Madison's guy friends. He is the quiet one of the group, also the richest one out of them all. In the middle of the series, Drew admitted to liking Madison and asked her to the "Heart 2 Heart" Dance and she immediately turned him down. He is also second cousins with Hart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dan Ginsburg is one of Madison's other guy friends. In fifth grade, most kids called him "Pork-o" because he ate everyone's food when they were done. He works as a volunteer at the veteranairy clinic with Madison. In the 11th book, he admitted to liking Madison and being her secret admirer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lindsay Frost is one of Madison's friends. Madison had known her since first grade, but never really knew her well. She was first featured in the 3rd book, Play it Again, as the girl who had the voice, but was very shy. Her parents were going to be divorced, but it was never mentioned after the 20th book, All that Glitters.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Madhur Singh is Madison's newest pal. She and her family were from India. Madison had seen her in class but never knew her until the 22nd book, All Shook Up. She admitted to liking Hart Jones, but gave up on him when she found out accidentally that Madison and Hart were going out. In the end, she ended up with Chet Waters.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Josh Turner was Madison's crush when Madison saw him in the neighborhood. But ended up with Hart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mark was Madison's crush when she had visited her Grandma Helen during fireworks festival. Mark was the first boy to kiss Madison.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;Recurring themes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Madison always types in a file on her laptop.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Madison's father, Jeff Finn, constantly sends her jokes that she finds lame.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Madison has a crush on Hart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Madison always is on bigfishbowl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Madison is sometimes jealous of Ivy Daly who is stealing Hart from her&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Only the Lonely&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boy, Oh Boy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play It Again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caught in the Web&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thanks For Nothing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lost and Found&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Save the Date&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Picture-Perfect&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just Visiting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give and Take&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heart to Heart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lights Out!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sink or Swim&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Double Dare&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Off the Wall&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Three's a Crowd&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On the Case&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give Me A Break&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep It Real&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All That Glitters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forget Me Not&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All Shook Up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;Super edition&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;To Have and To Hold&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hit the Beach&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friends till the End&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bind ups&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;2C4W - books 1, 2, 3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BF4E - books 4, 5, 6&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Actually, i only read one of the series of the whole story, It is *From the Files of Madison Finn #7 Save the Date*. I would want to read the *From the Files of Madison Finn #1 Only the Lonely* so i can know how things happened in the whole story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to crave it from my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very last series is *From the Files of Madison Finn #22 All Shook Up*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY REALLY WANT TO START AND FINISH READING THAT AWESOME BOOK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you? What are the titles of the books you are reading .[.or craving.]. right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2183516027638972103-3620726248321792157?l=trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3620726248321792157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2183516027638972103&amp;postID=3620726248321792157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2183516027638972103/posts/default/3620726248321792157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2183516027638972103/posts/default/3620726248321792157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/bookish-much.html' title='•○♥ bookish much? ♥○•'/><author><name>ღtRïXïÈLïÇïÖµSღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10840276931912009388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nTV1HpMETFQ/SH4QsGdeptI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hsCyL-IZB5s/S220/vShts000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2183516027638972103.post-7565669576313673175</id><published>2008-05-14T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T23:17:18.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>•○♥ it's been a long time ♥○•</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's been a long time since i posted a new entry here in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hm&lt;/span&gt;... I don't know why i am so .[.LAZY.]. in posting, but so .[.active.]. in designing my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, i should be a designer after all not a blogger, but i hope i could be both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Is it because of my lazy, and boring summer this vacation or what? I just don't know why. .[.hmm.].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i just think .[.but really hoping.]. that when we start schooling again, i can write as many entries as i can because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to be in high school already. They say that being a freshman is very fun and full of surprises. Let's just wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next in line is my 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; birthday on 06.23.08. I'm a year older again .[.but still so beautiful ^^,.].[.hehehe.].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish that some .[.how about all?.]. of the things on my WISH LIST and CRAVINGS will be granted and be given to moi. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hm&lt;/span&gt;... I CAN'T WAIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2183516027638972103-7565669576313673175?l=trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7565669576313673175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2183516027638972103&amp;postID=7565669576313673175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2183516027638972103/posts/default/7565669576313673175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2183516027638972103/posts/default/7565669576313673175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-been-long-time.html' title='•○♥ it&apos;s been a long time ♥○•'/><author><name>ღtRïXïÈLïÇïÖµSღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10840276931912009388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nTV1HpMETFQ/SH4QsGdeptI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hsCyL-IZB5s/S220/vShts000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2183516027638972103.post-8159225650617833961</id><published>2008-04-21T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:38:23.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>•○♥ iLovePink ♥○•</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTV1HpMETFQ/SA2JZhct6nI/AAAAAAAAABk/ptYZb1vmYXg/s1600-h/ilovepink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTV1HpMETFQ/SA2JZhct6nI/AAAAAAAAABk/ptYZb1vmYXg/s400/ilovepink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191957016996604530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I SUPER DUPER MEGA ULTRA love pink so much!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a name="Symbolism_of_Pink"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Symbolism of Pink &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;love &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;friends &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"fluffyness"      &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;warm comfy &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;sensuality &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;femininity &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;cotton candy &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;soft &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;caressing &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I love the color pink so much because it symbolizes my personality.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;This color is one of my favorite color.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When you go to my room, you will all see pink stuffs.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;My bed is pink, the bed sheet of my bed is pink.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;My closet is pink, almost all of my clothes are pink. Oh, almost all of my underwear is pink.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;My Cell Phone, Sound System, Nintendo DS, and the case of my Digital Camera are all color pink.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Almost ALL of my stuffs are pink.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;What can I say, I just love pink very much!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;How about you? What’s your favorite color?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2183516027638972103-8159225650617833961?l=trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8159225650617833961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2183516027638972103&amp;postID=8159225650617833961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2183516027638972103/posts/default/8159225650617833961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2183516027638972103/posts/default/8159225650617833961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/ilovepink.html' title='•○♥ iLovePink ♥○•'/><author><name>ღtRïXïÈLïÇïÖµSღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10840276931912009388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nTV1HpMETFQ/SH4QsGdeptI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hsCyL-IZB5s/S220/vShts000-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTV1HpMETFQ/SA2JZhct6nI/AAAAAAAAABk/ptYZb1vmYXg/s72-c/ilovepink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2183516027638972103.post-3230826919786576795</id><published>2008-04-21T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:38:23.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>•○♥ from cavite to laguna ♥○•</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTV1HpMETFQ/SCpz4_OZimI/AAAAAAAAAC4/hYXZ1kqV2d0/s1600-h/1_224703538l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTV1HpMETFQ/SCpz4_OZimI/AAAAAAAAAC4/hYXZ1kqV2d0/s320/1_224703538l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200096142634355298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It started one day, when I was asking my mom to let me and my cousin swim in the Club House of our village, she 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; said “NO!”, because she told me that no one will watch for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; us. I think that she couldn’t resist me so she let us swim in the Club House. But in two conditions, we should 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; eat our lunch and 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt;, we should go with a guardian.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When I and my cousin started to eat dinner, my mom called me. She told me if I want to go to Volets to have our swim, then I said yes. Then she told me to pack my things so I can be ready for the trip.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;My mom’s mother, my grandma, told my mom if we could go to Pansol, Laguna. My mom said yes, all of them said yes, except for me. I really wanted to go to Volets because I don’t wanna swim in a Hot Spring. But my &lt;i style=""&gt;tita&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;encouraged me to come so I agreed in the place.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;We don’t know which of the Resorts we’re going to swim. But my &lt;i style=""&gt;tita&lt;/i&gt; has an idea, there was this resort called Palm Spring, it’s near the Mt. Makiling, I think, I forgot it already. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;So we swim there. For me and my cousin were so excited to swim, we didn’t eat our dinner. We swim and swim until our bodies ache.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I told my mom if we can go back in our house because I am not feeling well.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;As soon as we got home I went to bed to have my rest.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;We had so much!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The place was neat and nice.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I wanna go there again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myhotcomments.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lc.fdots.com/cc/lc/19/199ecb99cb93e8ca7f259810c2a5c9e6.gif" alt="MyHotComments.com" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myhotcomments.com/graphics/19086"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2183516027638972103-3230826919786576795?l=trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3230826919786576795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2183516027638972103&amp;postID=3230826919786576795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2183516027638972103/posts/default/3230826919786576795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2183516027638972103/posts/default/3230826919786576795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/from-cavite-to-laguna.html' title='•○♥ from cavite to laguna ♥○•'/><author><name>ღtRïXïÈLïÇïÖµSღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10840276931912009388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nTV1HpMETFQ/SH4QsGdeptI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hsCyL-IZB5s/S220/vShts000-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTV1HpMETFQ/SCpz4_OZimI/AAAAAAAAAC4/hYXZ1kqV2d0/s72-c/1_224703538l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2183516027638972103.post-6634219164695054861</id><published>2008-04-20T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:38:23.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>•○♥ 6th commencement excerise ♥○•</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTV1HpMETFQ/SCp0MPOZioI/AAAAAAAAADI/2yLKqS7i6QE/s1600-h/1_657154277l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTV1HpMETFQ/SCp0MPOZioI/AAAAAAAAADI/2yLKqS7i6QE/s320/1_657154277l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200096473346837122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Last March 28, 2008 was our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Commencement Exercise&lt;/span&gt;. It was my first time to have a graduation in that school so I was very excited. For I was so excited, I woke up early in the morning, and I’m feeling a little bit sick, but I didn’t mind it because it was our graduation. We went to the salon to have my hair and make-up done. After that we went back to our house to be ready for my graduation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;At exactly 5 o’clock in the afternoon, the program started. I was very nervous because I’m the first student ( together with my partner ) to walk on the aisle. The Emcees Sir Noel and Ms. Vanessa started the Processional. After they welcome the program, me and my partner walked down the aisle. When all the students and administrators walked down the aisle. Me, Karissa, Jasmin and Jared went to the backstage so we can be ready for the Doxology/Invocation, Philippine National Anthem and Cavite Hymn and the Welcome Address. Karissa needs to lead the prayer, after Karissa, I went to the stage to beat the Philippine National Anthem and Cavite Hymn. I was so nervous, yet I conquer my nervousness. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;After the Introduction of the Guest Speaker and the Commencement Address, it our turn again to go on the stage because it is the awarding of medals and class achievers. I have two medals, one for the quiz bee and one for my honorable mention. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When the awarding of medals were done it is now the Presentation of Candidates for Graduation and for the Confirmation of Graduates. YAHOO!!! We are now graduates fellow Solicians! Congratulations to ALL!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Joseph lead the Pledge of Loyalty, we had to memorize the pledge, good thing it is not long.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The most memorable and long activity of the program was the Valedictorian Address of Jean.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When the Valedictorian dress were through, its time for the Tribute to the Parents/Faculty/Staff and Administrators. That’s the time when we have to sing and dance the song “HAWAK KAMAY” and “LOVE WILL KEEP US TOGETHER”. After those fun dance and song, its our time to give our parents our awards and to take them for all the things they’ve done for all those years.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;After the crying moment with our parents, it was the time for us to have our Special Number. We dance “BROADWAY”, “BILLY JEANS”, and of course, our favorite “LOW”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;We had so much fun in our graduation. I can say that our graduation is one of the most memorable thing in my life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS SOLICIANS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2183516027638972103-6634219164695054861?l=trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6634219164695054861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2183516027638972103&amp;postID=6634219164695054861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2183516027638972103/posts/default/6634219164695054861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2183516027638972103/posts/default/6634219164695054861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/6th-commencement-excerise.html' title='•○♥ 6th commencement excerise ♥○•'/><author><name>ღtRïXïÈLïÇïÖµSღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10840276931912009388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nTV1HpMETFQ/SH4QsGdeptI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hsCyL-IZB5s/S220/vShts000-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTV1HpMETFQ/SCp0MPOZioI/AAAAAAAAADI/2yLKqS7i6QE/s72-c/1_657154277l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2183516027638972103.post-684087588103251384</id><published>2008-04-20T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:38:24.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>•○♥ introduction ♥○•</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTV1HpMETFQ/SAsq7mMm4tI/AAAAAAAAAAw/wd-oOKZIH8U/s1600-h/1_166653441l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTV1HpMETFQ/SAsq7mMm4tI/AAAAAAAAAAw/wd-oOKZIH8U/s200/1_166653441l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191290198828704466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A typical average girl named Jahn Trisia Nicole L. Blanco was born on the 23&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; day of June, 1995. And that girl was happened to be ME. I’m an only child but I am not spoiled ( but sometimes I am ). I live in a very nice and quite place that I call MY HOME and I study in a private school.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My loving – kind-hearted – single mom and also called STRICT MOM named Juvy D. Lacdan raised me. Even though my mother is strict ( as in VERY STRICT ), I still obey and follow what she always told me to do so because I know that what she tells me is for my own good, but sometimes ( as in RARELY ) I don’t do it ( bad girl..hehehe.. ). I LOVE MY MOTHER VERY VERY  &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;MUCH and I love her just the way she is right now because if she is not here all this time, I wouldn’t be here also, so I just wanna thank her for all the things that she had given to me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Let’s go to another topic because that topic is making me cry ( hehehe ). Well, I’m turning 13 years old this coming June 23. So I am going to be a teenager already ( I can’t believe it ). They say that being a teenager or being a high school student is a very fun but sometimes a very tough life. Hmm. I don’t know which of those to would I believe so lets just see if my teenage life will be fun or tough.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2183516027638972103-684087588103251384?l=trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/684087588103251384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2183516027638972103&amp;postID=684087588103251384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2183516027638972103/posts/default/684087588103251384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2183516027638972103/posts/default/684087588103251384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixielicious18mylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/introduction.html' title='•○♥ introduction ♥○•'/><author><name>ღtRïXïÈLïÇïÖµSღ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10840276931912009388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nTV1HpMETFQ/SH4QsGdeptI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hsCyL-IZB5s/S220/vShts000-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTV1HpMETFQ/SAsq7mMm4tI/AAAAAAAAAAw/wd-oOKZIH8U/s72-c/1_166653441l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
