<?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-769463954348568209</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:34:59.153-08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Surveys'/><category term='Games'/><category term='list'/><category term='Dance'/><category term='Youtube Videos'/><category term='Weekly glee'/><category term='birthday girl'/><title type='text'>nostalgic dollie ♥</title><subtitle type='html'>CAUTION: Blog owner is a biatch :P</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishsh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/769463954348568209/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishsh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>trishsh♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073047970348774614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TBWqUUumlqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gOqP1r0tJRU/S220/10847_1201791778988_1654384087_495778_4388980_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-769463954348568209.post-4353605518426197615</id><published>2010-07-28T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T06:38:09.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TUMBLR.</title><content type='html'>Yay!! new tumblr skin :))&lt;br /&gt;I love tumblr. but it's not my home blog. Blogspot is! :D&lt;br /&gt;i just created tumblr because i really learn a lot from it. Just by browsing on the history, i pass through different kinds of stuff like fashion, games, celebrities, food, music, ETC. specially the quotes, they are very inspiring :) I won't post any of my daily glee there, coz i post happenings here :) I just love to reBlog stuff i like and stuff i can relate myself into :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im lovin' the girly vibe. Very.... Very me! hahahaha :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TFAxrWg0T9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/XNZFbAXG_xQ/s1600/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TFAxrWg0T9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/XNZFbAXG_xQ/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498949765866737618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://trish07.tumblr.com/"&gt;FOLLOW ME ON TUMBLR! :"&gt;)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/956/956503hb3bnq4qyj.gif" width=87 height=36 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/769463954348568209-4353605518426197615?l=trishsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishsh.blogspot.com/feeds/4353605518426197615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=769463954348568209&amp;postID=4353605518426197615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/769463954348568209/posts/default/4353605518426197615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/769463954348568209/posts/default/4353605518426197615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishsh.blogspot.com/2010/07/tumblr.html' title='TUMBLR.'/><author><name>trishsh♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073047970348774614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TBWqUUumlqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gOqP1r0tJRU/S220/10847_1201791778988_1654384087_495778_4388980_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TFAxrWg0T9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/XNZFbAXG_xQ/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-769463954348568209.post-3528406950823089018</id><published>2010-07-23T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T19:00:52.996-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Chocolate wasted.</title><content type='html'>here comes mr. ferrero again. he never fails to surprise me, he never fails to bring a grin to my face, he never fails to brighten up my day. I so love you Sir Ferrero. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time he came in a different suit. He wore black and brown and he tends to be super delectable. I wonder if im gonna eat him or just stare at him? He changed his name to.......... FERRERO RONDNOIR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason gave this to me. So sweet! thank you so much. I'LL BE HAVING THE HAPPIEST MOUTH ALIVE. now my brother said he's gonn eat all of these babies up. well, He has to go over me first.haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TEpIpvvqJMI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HcNCOsGVjNU/s1600/jkjj+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TEpIpvvqJMI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HcNCOsGVjNU/s320/jkjj+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497286177187308738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TEpIWo7eIxI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4JQsk_j3d_Q/s1600/jkjj+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TEpIWo7eIxI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4JQsk_j3d_Q/s320/jkjj+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497285848940290834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/956/956503hb3bnq4qyj.gif" width=87 height=36 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/769463954348568209-3528406950823089018?l=trishsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishsh.blogspot.com/feeds/3528406950823089018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=769463954348568209&amp;postID=3528406950823089018&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/769463954348568209/posts/default/3528406950823089018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/769463954348568209/posts/default/3528406950823089018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishsh.blogspot.com/2010/07/chocolate-wasted.html' title='Chocolate wasted.'/><author><name>trishsh♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073047970348774614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TBWqUUumlqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gOqP1r0tJRU/S220/10847_1201791778988_1654384087_495778_4388980_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TEpIpvvqJMI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HcNCOsGVjNU/s72-c/jkjj+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-769463954348568209.post-4208366513878437321</id><published>2010-07-23T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T07:10:54.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekly glee'/><title type='text'>KITTY CAT.</title><content type='html'>felt like dressing up like a kitty. and everybody says that i look like a cat. HELLO! human here :)) can't count those people who told me i look like a cat. But i can't forget one person who told me, hahahaha! i think i should keep that to myself. Lovely and Tragic memory :)) OKAY! Em talkin' bout my EX BOYFIE! hahaha :)) He used to say that to my face.... "mukha kang pusa.." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TEmi2JNuI2I/AAAAAAAAAJA/0ODRP0f0P6U/s1600/45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TEmi2JNuI2I/AAAAAAAAAJA/0ODRP0f0P6U/s400/45.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497103871252505442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO, meow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/956/956503hb3bnq4qyj.gif" width=87 height=36 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/769463954348568209-4208366513878437321?l=trishsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishsh.blogspot.com/feeds/4208366513878437321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=769463954348568209&amp;postID=4208366513878437321&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/769463954348568209/posts/default/4208366513878437321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/769463954348568209/posts/default/4208366513878437321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishsh.blogspot.com/2010/07/kitty-cat.html' title='KITTY CAT.'/><author><name>trishsh♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073047970348774614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TBWqUUumlqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gOqP1r0tJRU/S220/10847_1201791778988_1654384087_495778_4388980_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TEmi2JNuI2I/AAAAAAAAAJA/0ODRP0f0P6U/s72-c/45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-769463954348568209.post-4274543529950721985</id><published>2010-07-17T21:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T22:58:01.899-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Let's take a journey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Today imma let you guys take a peek at my room :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' title='ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting' href='http://img641.imageshack.us/i/anigifbv.gif/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img641.imageshack.us/img641/415/anigifbv.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my room is not Big in size, it can only contain one PRETTY PRINCESS and it's me  LOL. The walls are pink and there's a little purple touch like the closet, the door and the edges. I personally picked pink as it is my favorite color :) &lt;br /&gt;The original color of this room ever since is pail pink and i hate it. it's super pail like it's color white already. So i decided to re-paint the walls pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my window and bed is blue for a cool, ocean-y vibe. My bed is really really soft, yet i don't sleep at it at night. i sleep in my grandma's room :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TEKBzKcmaRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/bv1KXQSlwIg/s1600/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TEKBzKcmaRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/bv1KXQSlwIg/s320/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495097211323050258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TEKB7OcLVPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/d2BBs50W8yg/s1600/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TEKB7OcLVPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/d2BBs50W8yg/s320/Picture+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495097349833970930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this below is a collage i made after high school. some prom pics with my best friend, pics of Teppei koike ( a huge crush of mine), freshmen night pics and magazine cut-outs. Also, the camellan ribbon is from RAVEN GO :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TEL5WQZIT7I/AAAAAAAAAIA/gJsfPcsYdsQ/s1600/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TEL5WQZIT7I/AAAAAAAAAIA/gJsfPcsYdsQ/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495228656098234290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a little shelf for books and magazines. I can be studious sometimes :)) Hey i'm a certified bookworm back in high school. i used to read novels and make reviews out of them. But now, i cant find time for novels anymore :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TEL6Ie1YTSI/AAAAAAAAAII/4VoOhZGKJ1Q/s1600/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TEL6Ie1YTSI/AAAAAAAAAII/4VoOhZGKJ1Q/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495229518968278306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is my closet :)) it's not that big.........but it has to be big already! Im afraid it cannot hold all of my clothes any longer D: some of my shirts are now placed in a basket because the clothe piles in this closet are too tall na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TEL7pqoygPI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/UuBqNeEkO9c/s1600/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TEL7pqoygPI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/UuBqNeEkO9c/s320/page.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495231188584005874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might wanna have a look at my closet too :))&lt;br /&gt;here are some of my favorite tops and tees :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got them from different stores. Some are bought from other countries by my MOMMY dear ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TEL-NazOvgI/AAAAAAAAAIY/xfhYOdrU9aY/s1600/page1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TEL-NazOvgI/AAAAAAAAAIY/xfhYOdrU9aY/s320/page1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495234001831378434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm really fanatic of animal prints. my friends know that! ever since the trend started, i started buying leopard lanyards, leopard/zebra printed slippers, sweaters, tops.etc. even my formspring and twitter background is leopard-y! or sometimes zebra-ey LOL :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TEMAgT7T2ZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/SkKDwPBFtEE/s1600/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TEMAgT7T2ZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/SkKDwPBFtEE/s320/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495236525426989458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;below are some of my fave bags and hats. i really love pink specially when mixed with black. Glam rocker chic \m/ and with hats.. i like earthy tones, of course, pink and black! my favorite hats are fedoras :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TEMFjKla6uI/AAAAAAAAAIo/SL0vcQQagBw/s1600/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TEMFjKla6uI/AAAAAAAAAIo/SL0vcQQagBw/s320/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495242072017005282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TEMGMb68GgI/AAAAAAAAAIw/4PTv3cxl0aw/s1600/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TEMGMb68GgI/AAAAAAAAAIw/4PTv3cxl0aw/s320/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495242781045299714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's pretty much it. Tell me what you think:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/956/956503hb3bnq4qyj.gif" width=87 height=36 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/769463954348568209-4274543529950721985?l=trishsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishsh.blogspot.com/feeds/4274543529950721985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=769463954348568209&amp;postID=4274543529950721985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/769463954348568209/posts/default/4274543529950721985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/769463954348568209/posts/default/4274543529950721985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishsh.blogspot.com/2010/07/lets-take-journey.html' title='Let&apos;s take a journey.'/><author><name>trishsh♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073047970348774614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TBWqUUumlqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gOqP1r0tJRU/S220/10847_1201791778988_1654384087_495778_4388980_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TEKBzKcmaRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/bv1KXQSlwIg/s72-c/Picture+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-769463954348568209.post-792360143744314790</id><published>2010-07-16T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T03:18:11.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Charlie Mystery.</title><content type='html'>So i just received a gift from an anonymous person. I Dunno who gave this stuff to me. Bea just handed me this paper bag and said "may nagpapabigay" i asked her Who the mystery person is, she keeps on insisting that she doesn't know the name of the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clues she gave me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Higher year than me.&lt;br /&gt;a little bit taller than me.&lt;br /&gt;white complexioned guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you? Thanks anyway. I dunno how the hell it came to you that my mouth is watering for FERRERO ROCHER. i appreciate the gift so much. haha next time please give your gift directly to me and not to my friend for me to thank you properly. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TEAjIo3_KtI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wMIvji_UDAg/s1600/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TEAjIo3_KtI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wMIvji_UDAg/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494430176710175442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TEAjtYuproI/AAAAAAAAAHg/6VHnvHycfNA/s1600/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TEAjtYuproI/AAAAAAAAAHg/6VHnvHycfNA/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494430808031211138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/956/956503hb3bnq4qyj.gif" width=87 height=36 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/769463954348568209-792360143744314790?l=trishsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishsh.blogspot.com/feeds/792360143744314790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=769463954348568209&amp;postID=792360143744314790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/769463954348568209/posts/default/792360143744314790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/769463954348568209/posts/default/792360143744314790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishsh.blogspot.com/2010/07/charlie-mystery.html' title='Charlie Mystery.'/><author><name>trishsh♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073047970348774614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TBWqUUumlqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gOqP1r0tJRU/S220/10847_1201791778988_1654384087_495778_4388980_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TEAjIo3_KtI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wMIvji_UDAg/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-769463954348568209.post-6995088859678352012</id><published>2010-07-12T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T03:47:49.960-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekly glee'/><title type='text'>A date with BEA.</title><content type='html'>9:00AM - Prelim Exam for Economics.&lt;br /&gt;8:30AM - I woke up at that time today :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I glanced at my phone and i saw 5 missed calls by BEA.&lt;br /&gt;TRISH: POOOOTAAAAAAA LATE NANAMAN AKO. SAYA!:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we arrived at school 30 minutes late? at least we made it! HAAAAAAH achievement!:)))&lt;br /&gt;Epic fail if i fail the exam O__O it was....errrmm..really dunno what word to describe that exam..haha! i don't have any stocked knowledge bout it so good luck to me :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to SM southmall. i bought this really cute tote bag for only 200PHP it's such a steal! &gt;:)) bwahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we strolled around the food court first to spot some great munchables coz we're both really starved. hahahaha when we stopped to Mongkok plate, some guys are staring and they seem to be living in their 40's already eeeew. and then one of them asked me if my eyes were real and i was like of course WTH? And he answered "kasi nakaka-inlab ka miss" and ..blah blah he said my eyes were pretty.. blah blah and the others were laughing hard WTF i dont wanna lay down the whole happening here coz ITS DISGUSTING. F*ck. So we fled the scene. Byeeeee losers. I Hate those kind of people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went window shopping XD moolah-less ladies--&gt; that's us. we fitted clothes from my favorite store People are people and took pics! (just for fun)&lt;br /&gt;my mom isn't around and i aint got any $$$$$$$$ so i dont have the rights to be shopping right now. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' title='ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting' href='http://img46.imageshack.us/i/page2vh.jpg/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img46.imageshack.us/img46/6470/page2vh.jpg' border='0'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' title='ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting' href='http://img443.imageshack.us/i/page3p.jpg/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img443.imageshack.us/img443/9868/page3p.jpg' border='0'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uploaded with &lt;a target='_blank' href='http://imageshack.us'&gt;ImageShack.us&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, i've been craving for TAHO over the past few days and i can't seem to find a store who sells TAHO except for SEX (sinangag express) which sells Chilled taho. but it's waaaaaaay different from TAHO itself only. So we saw this stall selling taho and it's really good! :)) It filled out my crave for TAHO. Good thing! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went alone to National book store to buy a magazine and bea referred to wait for me outside. Im a fashion clueless already so i need mag'zines!hahaha just kidding that won't happen ever. haha LOL. When i was on my way to the cashier, A guy approached me and said I really look like his best friend who migrated in the U.S. And i was like "waaaahhtt?" haha clueless face came out. He asked for my name and facebook account and cellphone number. He also want me to meet his mom. wtf. I gave my name and email address but i refused to give my number. And he was like " don't worry im a really nice person!" he repeated it again and again. Im really placed in a sticky situation where i can't escape at all coz he cornered me through the corner with less people. i kept on refusing but he kept on insisting! So i gave it. he seem like a nice person to me naman. After a few minutes i received his message saying "hey trish sorry for scaring you off. dint mean to do so. thanks for being so nice and take care" that's not the exact message but that's what he mean. hahaha lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna study for tomorrow's exam. wish me luck :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/956/956503hb3bnq4qyj.gif" width=87 height=36 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/769463954348568209-6995088859678352012?l=trishsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishsh.blogspot.com/feeds/6995088859678352012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=769463954348568209&amp;postID=6995088859678352012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/769463954348568209/posts/default/6995088859678352012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/769463954348568209/posts/default/6995088859678352012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishsh.blogspot.com/2010/07/date-with-bea.html' title='A date with BEA.'/><author><name>trishsh♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073047970348774614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TBWqUUumlqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gOqP1r0tJRU/S220/10847_1201791778988_1654384087_495778_4388980_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-769463954348568209.post-2197044681160147346</id><published>2010-07-11T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T01:55:11.202-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday girl'/><title type='text'>Birthday Blues part 1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TDmb4k0v-KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/6Gs0uTJaunA/s1600/dfh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TDmb4k0v-KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/6Gs0uTJaunA/s320/dfh.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492592616814934178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was a text message from my mom. She's away from us for like a week now and she's coming back maybe in 2 weeks T.T  i miss her.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this year's birthday of mine isn't the most epic one, buuuuuuut! its still epic in away tho'. haha i tried to have fun even if some of the ones i love aren't here for my birthday just like my MOM and DAD. :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends took part in replacing my parent's responsibility to give their princess a cake! hahaha I wanna thank &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mei Mei Twixx&lt;/span&gt; (camille villaflores) for being such a sweet friend and surprising me with a bunch of cupcakes and balloons AAAAAND a gorgeous bracelet :)) I so love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures below: I blew my candles and opened my gift at Southville's parking lot XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TDrUTcESwJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VIKKovcgLtk/s1600/Picture+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TDrUTcESwJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VIKKovcgLtk/s320/Picture+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492936125948543122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TDrXCUhb1lI/AAAAAAAAAG4/tNPXyCijAGE/s1600/untitled1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TDrXCUhb1lI/AAAAAAAAAG4/tNPXyCijAGE/s400/untitled1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492939130400396882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Official celebration for my birthday will be after prelim week XD because we have a prelim examination to ace first before we paaaaaaaarrrteeeeeey ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for all my friends who greeted me through facebook and text messages. I love you all foh real! i want you guys to know that you all made my day during my birthday. Specially this person who i thought wouldn't even remember it's my STUPID birthday but he did! Yes he really did. IM SO HAPPY. LIKE I WANNA SHIT RAINBOWS AND UNICORNS RIGHT NOW :))) i don't want to mention his name anymore. hahaha he's history im telling ya:)) And also there are people who completely forgot about my special day, won't mention them also anymore &gt;:| hahahaha :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERDICT: THIS YEAR'S BIRTHDAY WASN'T THE MOST EPIC BUT STILL EPIC IN A WAY THO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/956/956503hb3bnq4qyj.gif" width=87 height=36 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/769463954348568209-2197044681160147346?l=trishsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishsh.blogspot.com/feeds/2197044681160147346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=769463954348568209&amp;postID=2197044681160147346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/769463954348568209/posts/default/2197044681160147346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/769463954348568209/posts/default/2197044681160147346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishsh.blogspot.com/2010/07/birthday-blues-part-1.html' title='Birthday Blues part 1.'/><author><name>trishsh♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073047970348774614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TBWqUUumlqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gOqP1r0tJRU/S220/10847_1201791778988_1654384087_495778_4388980_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TDmb4k0v-KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/6Gs0uTJaunA/s72-c/dfh.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-769463954348568209.post-6487467644273872138</id><published>2010-07-08T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T17:02:32.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube Videos'/><title type='text'>love these girls ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F_yTuaeUd8Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F_yTuaeUd8Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/956/956503hb3bnq4qyj.gif" width=87 height=36 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/769463954348568209-6487467644273872138?l=trishsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishsh.blogspot.com/feeds/6487467644273872138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=769463954348568209&amp;postID=6487467644273872138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/769463954348568209/posts/default/6487467644273872138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/769463954348568209/posts/default/6487467644273872138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishsh.blogspot.com/2010/07/love-these-girls.html' title='love these girls ♥'/><author><name>trishsh♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073047970348774614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TBWqUUumlqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gOqP1r0tJRU/S220/10847_1201791778988_1654384087_495778_4388980_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-769463954348568209.post-7675998066489856324</id><published>2010-07-02T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T02:27:07.508-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surveys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Stuff.</title><content type='html'>1. Last beverage → water.&lt;br /&gt;2. Last phone call → Camille Mei Mei Twixx Villaflores. IMISSHER :(&lt;br /&gt;3. Last text message → "yeah sure" from Pj cruz&lt;br /&gt;4. Last song you listened to → "no getting over" by david guetta&amp;fergie&amp;LMFAO&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you cried → a while ago. i thought i lost my cam :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;6. Dated someone twice → Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;7. Been cheated on? → f'course. pssh&lt;br /&gt;9. Lost someone special? → uh-huh/&lt;br /&gt;10. Been depressed?→ O c'mon who hasn't?&lt;br /&gt;11. Been drunk? → Yes XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS:&lt;br /&gt;12. Yellow&lt;br /&gt;13. Hot Pink&lt;br /&gt;14. Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS YEAR HAVE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;15. Made new friends → yes of course! there's carla and nicole :)))&lt;br /&gt;16. Fallen out of love → this year?nah.&lt;br /&gt;17. Laughed until you cried → yes maaaan! Wonderful feeling.. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;18. Met someone who changed you →haha.nope :|&lt;br /&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were → Countless times...&lt;br /&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you → yeah.&lt;br /&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your friend's list → haha XD yup.&lt;br /&gt;22. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life → Most of them..&lt;br /&gt;23. How many kids do you want to have→ TWINS.&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have any pets → Yes. My one and only love, KIKO ♥&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you want to change your name → If given a chance yeah. &lt;br /&gt;26. What did you do for your last birthday→ invited friends over at my crib.&lt;br /&gt;27. What time did you wake up today → Woke up at 8am.&lt;br /&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight last night -&gt; partying with ABEGAIL GINGCO ♥&lt;br /&gt;29. Name something you CANNOT wait for → my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;30. Last time you saw your father→ 1 month 3 weeks ago :'(&lt;br /&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life →  I wanna redo everything.&lt;br /&gt;32. What are you listening to right now → Selena Gomez's Falling down &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom → Yeah. that's a pretty common name.&lt;br /&gt;34. What's getting on your nerves right now? → School. School is hell for me.HAHA&lt;br /&gt;35. Where is your boyfriend?  →  I don't have one dear :)&lt;br /&gt;36. Whats your real name → Patricia Atienza.&lt;br /&gt;37. Relationship Status ---&gt; Single&lt;br /&gt;38. Zodiac sign → C*A*N*C*E*R&lt;br /&gt;39. Male or female→ Female&lt;br /&gt;40. Elementary→ CAMELLA SCHOOL /DOñA MANUELA ELEM.SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;41. High School– CAMELLA SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;42. College → Southville International.&lt;br /&gt;43. Hair color → Jet black baby! :))))))&lt;br /&gt;44. Long or short → Long&lt;br /&gt;45. Height → i really dunno what my exact height is. :|&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you have a crush on someone? → Yeah there are like tons of guys im crushing on&lt;br /&gt;47. What do you like about yourself? → Pretty much everything. Even the ones i hate, still love it in a way. &lt;br /&gt;48. Piercings → Sa Ears :) Very Normal...&lt;br /&gt;49. Tattoos → NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;50. Righty → Righty what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;br /&gt;51. First surgery → None.&lt;br /&gt;52. First piercing - Ears..&lt;br /&gt;53. First tattoo → None yet...&lt;br /&gt;54. First best friend → OLGA from Kindergarten :)))) &lt;br /&gt;55. First sport you joined – skating.&lt;br /&gt;56. First pet → My chicks pichi and pichu. but my uncle cooked them for dinner :((&lt;br /&gt;57. First vacation remembered → Batangas. &lt;br /&gt;58. First concert → i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;59. First crush→ Symon? XD&lt;br /&gt;60. First alcohol drink → Cocktail drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;61. Eating → Nothing... :)&lt;br /&gt;62. Drinking → Wala din...&lt;br /&gt;63. I'm about to → Go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;64. Listening to → Weird noises.&lt;br /&gt;65. Waiting for → MY DAD :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;br /&gt;66. Want kids? → sure. haha&lt;br /&gt;67. Want to get married? → Yes..&lt;br /&gt;68. Careers in mind? – Flight attendant, Resort or bar owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;69. Lips or eyes → Eyes. Gimme! :)&lt;br /&gt;70. Hugs or kisses → BOTH&lt;br /&gt;71. Shorter or taller → Taller&lt;br /&gt;72. Older or Younger → Either.&lt;br /&gt;73. Romantic or spontaneous → BOTH! Ano ba.. dapat meron pareho.&lt;br /&gt;74. Nice stomach or nice arms → Stomach.. :)&lt;br /&gt;75. Tattoos or piercings—&gt; NONE.&lt;br /&gt;76. Sensitive or loud → Neither.&lt;br /&gt;77. Hook-up or relationship → Mutual understanding. &lt;br /&gt;78. Trouble maker or hesitant→ Please.. I dont think may magandang choice diyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;79. Kissed a stranger → Not yet..&lt;br /&gt;80. Liquor → Yes&lt;br /&gt;81. Lost glasses/contacts → All the time...&lt;br /&gt;82. Sex on first date → No. No. No. Trish does not like to jump into something that she might regret.&lt;br /&gt;83. Broken someone's heart → Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;84. Had your own heart broken → Yes ofcourse..&lt;br /&gt;85. Been arrested? → Wala pa..&lt;br /&gt;86. Turned someone down → Yes&lt;br /&gt;87. Cried when someone died → Yes&lt;br /&gt;88. Liked a friend that is a girl? → Um.. no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;89. Yourself → of course.&lt;br /&gt;90. Miracles → Not really.&lt;br /&gt;91. Love at first sight → NO.&lt;br /&gt;92. Heaven → :)&lt;br /&gt;93. Santa Claus → NO.&lt;br /&gt;94. Kissing on the first date? → A kiss on the cheek is fine.&lt;br /&gt;95. Angels → I believe in them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;96. Is there one person you want to be with right now? → My mom. i miss her :(&lt;br /&gt;97. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time? → Yes. but it wasn't intentional. If i'll lay the whole explanation here it would take me hours but that's all in the past. &lt;br /&gt;98. Do you believe its possible to remain faithful forever? → Well yes...&lt;br /&gt;99. What's the one thing you cannot live without? → Clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/956/956503hb3bnq4qyj.gif" width=87 height=36 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/769463954348568209-7675998066489856324?l=trishsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishsh.blogspot.com/feeds/7675998066489856324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=769463954348568209&amp;postID=7675998066489856324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/769463954348568209/posts/default/7675998066489856324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/769463954348568209/posts/default/7675998066489856324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishsh.blogspot.com/2010/07/stuff.html' title='Stuff.'/><author><name>trishsh♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073047970348774614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TBWqUUumlqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gOqP1r0tJRU/S220/10847_1201791778988_1654384087_495778_4388980_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-769463954348568209.post-1541456402585315748</id><published>2010-06-25T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T05:49:10.432-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekly glee'/><title type='text'>Bad shoes.</title><content type='html'>okay, so someone just sent me a message on my forsmpring asking me to update my blog. And I also said this morning that i would blog about something hilarious that happened to me and my friend Bea  :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the funny little story:&lt;br /&gt;we are on our way to school when her rubber shoes cracked. The other one is completely fine but the other one is cracking. She walks really slowly.AS IN REALLY REALLY SLOW. i waited for her for minutes in front of BF resort gate and i always do that! it's just a little irritating knowing that she's the one who lives in BF resort and yet she's the one who's always late XD Anyway! back to the story, When we reached Casimiro, that's the time when her shoe really broke down RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD (many people walking, taxi drivers on the side, vendors on the other side, cars passing. ETC) It's really funny coz the sole was detached from her shoe and she just walked like nothing happened, the sole was left in the middle of the road. And i really dunno what to do because she dint even picked the sole up. She was like "Te, yung sapatos ko!! (panic mode)" something like that (i dont remember exactly what she said) and i was like (in my head) "dude am i suppose to pick it up for you or we'll just leave it there?XD) but all i really did was laugh and smile because IT IS REALLY FUNNY.:)))))) So what we did was, i helped her detach the other sole from her other shoe so she won't look stupid XD The taxi drivers laughed hard at first but then insisted on helping us, they picked the sole up and gave it to my friend and suggested that she should have it fixed on a shoe repair nearby. That happening is EPIC for the both of us because it's embarrassing! XD she said she doesn't want to go back or pass by that place again. But in reality she can't XD coz it's the only road to casimiro's tricycle terminal XD she's really really funny. She's nice too! that's why I LOVE HER. ENOUGH SAID. :)))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow i will be in tagaytay :| &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow me on twitter! :))))) twitter.com/nostalgicdollie&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/956/956503hb3bnq4qyj.gif" width=87 height=36 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/769463954348568209-1541456402585315748?l=trishsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishsh.blogspot.com/feeds/1541456402585315748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=769463954348568209&amp;postID=1541456402585315748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/769463954348568209/posts/default/1541456402585315748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/769463954348568209/posts/default/1541456402585315748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishsh.blogspot.com/2010/06/bad-shoes.html' title='Bad shoes.'/><author><name>trishsh♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073047970348774614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TBWqUUumlqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gOqP1r0tJRU/S220/10847_1201791778988_1654384087_495778_4388980_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-769463954348568209.post-2030608780575568865</id><published>2010-06-22T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T17:05:13.619-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube Videos'/><title type='text'>Take it off.</title><content type='html'>i want to learn this fuckin' cool routines! &lt;br /&gt;But im afraid i can't do it all alone. haha!&lt;br /&gt;there's a tutorial of this choreography, i tried to follow it&lt;br /&gt;but it's really hard, my feet are both left XD&lt;br /&gt;haha oh well. mom said she's gonna send me to dancing school next summer&lt;br /&gt;let's see if i can pull something like this in the near future :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BenTosZyAH4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BenTosZyAH4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/956/956503hb3bnq4qyj.gif" width=87 height=36 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/769463954348568209-2030608780575568865?l=trishsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishsh.blogspot.com/feeds/2030608780575568865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=769463954348568209&amp;postID=2030608780575568865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/769463954348568209/posts/default/2030608780575568865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/769463954348568209/posts/default/2030608780575568865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishsh.blogspot.com/2010/06/take-it-off.html' title='Take it off.'/><author><name>trishsh♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073047970348774614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TBWqUUumlqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gOqP1r0tJRU/S220/10847_1201791778988_1654384087_495778_4388980_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-769463954348568209.post-2769338212786772483</id><published>2010-06-16T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T03:42:38.039-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>in 23 days.</title><content type='html'>I can't believe im getting older and older. I wanna stay 16 forever! XD&lt;br /&gt;(that actually rhymes! :D) well, being 16 is kinda....fun :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! Im so 18 next year. Let's say Im excited:) Im finally LEGAL. (bout pretty much everything. ENVYYYYY MEEEEE &gt;:D) but i don't wanna jump into that yet D: My 17's still not here yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we all know life is only Once, can't repeat it or somehow ask God to undo some mistakes of the past. Or maybe, ask him to have a life again because your first life is a scratch. Making mistakes is soooooooo OKAY! people aren't perfect. It actually makes us stronger and better. (only those unintentional ones)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make a list of things that I wanna do before i pass my tweenie bopper years. Its sad to think Im gonna be a woman soon.(prolly because im a kid at heart) But it's pretty great to think that at the same time, Im gonna be a responsible woman. Sooner or later, im gonn be having a job, work for myself and family. To play plants vs. zombies will never cross my mind anymore. :| To hang out with really FLY friends will still be fun, but we've got So little time :| To watch youtube videos (yes for me that's fun) will be out of my routine. To write on this blog, update my facebook, tweet on twitter and answer q's on formspring won't be everyday anymore (you guys know the word SELDOM? that's the word!) :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! these are the stuff i think i wanna do before turning 18 :)&lt;br /&gt;(not in order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Go on an ultimate shopping spree using my own money. Place: Greenhills!! Woo.&lt;br /&gt;i hope mom drives for me tho' XD&lt;br /&gt;2) Have the opportunity to ice skate again! yaaaaaay with lotsa friends! :)) i miss it BIG TIME :D&lt;br /&gt;3) take a picture with my campus crushes XD ( a lil difficult )&lt;br /&gt;4) Dont buy phone credits for a month &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;5) ask 3 cute guys their cellphone numbers (its the thing me and my best friend always wanted to do but can't. out of lack of confidence xD)&lt;br /&gt;6) LEARN HOW TO PLAY THE FUCKING GUITAR.&lt;br /&gt;7) have a girlfriend and be a lesbo for a day XD ( hey! Im just a curious lil kid) XD&lt;br /&gt;8) Ask coins from a beggar wearing shiny diamonds and totally beautiful dressXD ( just for fun)&lt;br /&gt;9) Drink 20 tequila shots! BAAAAAAAAANG XD ( just for fun) (never done that)( i swear mom) ( but that's completely optional mom ) ( I wont do that if you say so. MOM.)&lt;br /&gt;10) Shout random stuff in public.&lt;br /&gt;11) MEET THE OUTRAGEOUS CREW!!!! woooo! XD hahaha&lt;br /&gt;12) Kiss a random cute guy friend in the cheek&lt;br /&gt;13) take a bath wearing my prom dress ( this is pointless i know. But the hell i care? its fun! XD)&lt;br /&gt;14) prank my dad. (dad, pretend that you haven't read this. IF YOU ARE READING NOW)&lt;br /&gt;15) swim on a pool without anything on! &gt;:) (no boys allowed, just me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things i don't wanna happen before Im 18!&lt;br /&gt;(but it doesn't mean i want these things to happen after im 18)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get laid. Fuck that.&lt;br /&gt;be a teen mom. Fuck that.&lt;br /&gt;have a bitchy-er friend than my past bithy-fied friend. fuck that.&lt;br /&gt;flunk another subject. fuck that&lt;br /&gt;cry for a guy again. fuck that&lt;br /&gt;date a jerk. fuck that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK EVERYTHING ON THAT LIST UP THERE&gt;&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls just wanna have fun. Im a girl! :))&lt;br /&gt;and the 16th thing i wanna Do, before Im 18....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARTY ALL NIGHT, SLEEP ALL DAY!yeah!!!!!!!!  \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫Lets have the time of our lives&lt;br /&gt;Like there no one else around&lt;br /&gt;Just throw your hands up high&lt;br /&gt;Even when they try to take us down&lt;br /&gt;We'll have the time of our lives&lt;br /&gt;'Til the lights burn out&lt;br /&gt;Lets laugh until we cry&lt;br /&gt;Life is only what you make it now&lt;br /&gt;Lets have the time of our lives!♫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/956/956503hb3bnq4qyj.gif" width=87 height=36 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/769463954348568209-2769338212786772483?l=trishsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishsh.blogspot.com/feeds/2769338212786772483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=769463954348568209&amp;postID=2769338212786772483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/769463954348568209/posts/default/2769338212786772483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/769463954348568209/posts/default/2769338212786772483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishsh.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-23-days.html' title='in 23 days.'/><author><name>trishsh♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073047970348774614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TBWqUUumlqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gOqP1r0tJRU/S220/10847_1201791778988_1654384087_495778_4388980_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-769463954348568209.post-4802496706602577432</id><published>2010-06-13T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T03:51:56.096-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekly glee'/><title type='text'>My old diary.</title><content type='html'>So, i dunno why the hell am i writing for this blog again, but i admit i miss blogging:) this blog was like so last year and so twenty Oh nine. haha! Imma track down how did i end up here today. YAY! well, firstly, it's so obvious that i forgot about this blog coz i haven't been here for a long time. And honestly speaking, i also forgot this blog's user name and password. (genius chic right here \m/) A former classmate of mine asked if i had a blog, i thought of my past blogs blah blah (i had a blog on wordpress, xanga) so i searched them up but it turned out that google can't retrieve them any longer.(pffffft. Google i thought you know everything?!haha jk) So this nostalgic thingy crossed my mind and i looked it up on google and TA_DAH! it's here. Still alive. wow. my old posts are kinda long but i still read them. (hello, they're my posts anyway.haha!) I read them for spelling check and grammar check purposes HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize that I'm overly young before, (well of course!? duh.) zero experiences and well....young at heart and mind. HAHA! what i mean is, people always say that i changed A LOT. and i don't know if it's a compliment. COZ PEOPLE REALLY CHANGE. I never really had a walk on my memory lane until now. back then i used to be the shy type, loser girl. Totally unpopular and always at the back seat. I am not saying that i've grown to be a totally HOT MESS or a POPULAR GIRL IN SCHOOL (which i'm not. maybe average) what i mean is, I GREW. yup that's the word. Even if I know everybody grows, for me it's like a transformation, ITS LIKE METAMORPHOSIS! haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Can't promise to update this everyday coz Im a busy LADY. (i would like to address myself that.haha XD) Can't say that Im  busy studying because that's the least thing i would do if ever i ran out of stuff to do.HAHA. hmmm. Now i dunno what makes me busy! LOL haha. But i WILL update this every now and then:) NOT EVERYDAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/956/956503hb3bnq4qyj.gif" width=87 height=36 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/769463954348568209-4802496706602577432?l=trishsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishsh.blogspot.com/feeds/4802496706602577432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=769463954348568209&amp;postID=4802496706602577432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/769463954348568209/posts/default/4802496706602577432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/769463954348568209/posts/default/4802496706602577432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishsh.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-old-diary.html' title='My old diary.'/><author><name>trishsh♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073047970348774614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TBWqUUumlqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gOqP1r0tJRU/S220/10847_1201791778988_1654384087_495778_4388980_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-769463954348568209.post-7323463985182235853</id><published>2009-03-29T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T03:52:05.954-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekly glee'/><title type='text'>High school ends :(</title><content type='html'>tapos na maliligayang araw natin. haha as folks say. March 27,09 was our graduation ceremony and no one bothered to attend that special day of mine, except for my boyfriend haha atleast he was there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Graduation ceremony isn't sinking on my mind that time, and i'm sure me and my friends are going to spend a lotta time even after high school and I think that college is more fun (which many disagreed with me)it's just that I don't think i'm gonna be lonely when i graduated. And guess what? I Cried. When my batchmates and I are singing "Kaleidoscope world" (our closing song) Cha said I was a little teary eyed. And i kept on denying it, but inside i really feel very emotional for i thought that I won't be seeing some of my friends after this, and all the "kakulitan, lokohan, mga trip"with my friends, we can't do it any longer on college and i'm gonna miss it for sure. TAGALOG WORDS AHEAD................dito ko unang natuto mangopya e? at mangodigo!! haha, mag cutting classes (would you believe that i actually cut classes!? haha xD) magsisigaw sa room, sagutin ang teacher, magharutan and mag icewater/patintero sa 3rd floor!!! Habulan sa Campus!! Grabe!! Itago ung sapatos at CP ni Cha!! hangang sa di nya mahanap iiyak na sya...Yung walang katapusang CAT na nakakabad3p!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Next day was our Outing in Laguna. Mai, Kenji, Zai, Luisa, Macky, Mhean, Mattew, Charizz, Benito, Nelson, Dwight, Irro and Jed. It's such a blast, I had so much Fun. I don't know how to swim so i just stayed in the part where the rail is, and plus! the sun isn't facing that way! So it must be a really good part of the pool to stay in. But the water level there is deep maybe above my nose. Benny, Mai and I had a dare, the first one to reach the end of the pool wins. Of course, they both know how to swim, and I don't so Meaning, i will lose, what i did is, I grabbed benny's shirt when he's gonna win and then he nearly drowned because of me, and he was pulling off a really funny expression, Mai and I kept on laughing so hard. After that, he just laughed too and warned me he told me he's gonna seek for revenge!! Bwahaha...Diabolical....xD Soooo, college na q, I wonder what things are awaiting for me there (college life) hahaha well, i guess we'll see about that in June, AJJA!! :3 Until here My mom is calling me, TTFN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;trishsh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/769463954348568209-7323463985182235853?l=trishsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishsh.blogspot.com/feeds/7323463985182235853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=769463954348568209&amp;postID=7323463985182235853&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/769463954348568209/posts/default/7323463985182235853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/769463954348568209/posts/default/7323463985182235853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishsh.blogspot.com/2009/03/high-school-ends.html' title='High school ends :('/><author><name>trishsh♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073047970348774614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TBWqUUumlqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gOqP1r0tJRU/S220/10847_1201791778988_1654384087_495778_4388980_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-769463954348568209.post-4574417189645523401</id><published>2009-02-05T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T03:52:17.325-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekly glee'/><title type='text'>I WAS NOT IN THE FUCKIN' GOOD MOOD FOR IT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it was our fun day yesterday and i was the muse of the fourth year class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; i recieved a lot of compliments and i appreciate it. I was happy with all those&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; compliments and i was even lucky for i left my money at my house and one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; of my compliment-giver Klarenz was a richie and bought me food and he even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; gave me money. I was flattered with Adrian or "Taro" as he said i was like a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;mannequin. And every time he sees me he would address me as "Hi ate sexy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; or "hi ate mannequin" and he would even want to walk me home. Which was the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; sweetest thing. But i refused. he's a kid! haha. But before anything else, i felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; very much different that day. I think that there's something wrong with me is it my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; outfit or my make up? my hair? But i think it was just the same. But all of them kept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; saying such nice things and my friends are like covering me because the boys are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; staring. JP and dwight even said that they are sure that it's a sure win. And i just smiled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; i think not because Sheryl (junior's muse) is a good dancer and i haven't prepared much about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; the singing thing. I don't know what is regine's edge over others (sophomore's muse) but she won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; i like how she shook her booty on the dance floor. It was my second time strutting what i've got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; on a catwalk. But the difference was the people there are just my schoolmates and i could not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; care less what they think about how will i walk the walk and talk the talk. I felt slightly nervous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; because they never saw me wearing something so short before. And they still haven't seen me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; modeling in actual. But i just thought that it's my last year, better leave a mark behind xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I sang "this is me" which i love singing the most. I love demi lovato's voice and i like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; to mimic her way of singing. I enjoy singing that song and that's the one i find easy to sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; So i sang it. Confused!? haha... They were screaming and shouting so loud. Louie and JP(taccad) even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; screamed "partner ko yan!!!!!!!!!!!" *partner sa cutillion* (info from mhean) I don't know if i'm going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; to raise my voice or what. But sheng sent me a sign that my voice should come from the i don't know part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; of our body. between the chest and the stomach!!! They said after i sang that they can't hardly hear my voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; how should they hear it if they were screaming!!!!!!!!!!!?!?!?!?!?! Well that's called audience impact baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; After the pageant, i ran and quickly changed because i think i was being stared at by many eyes with my oh so short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; skirts. And it was so irritating. WTF. i bought a drink and i when i looked back, i was surrounded by a bunch of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; elementary students saying they want to have an autograph. it sounded soooooooooo corny and im not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; fond of signing autographs. So i said i was tired maybe next time. And before i left they told me i was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; a great singer and i thanked them. But uh-uh they were not contented and i even kissed a cute boy on the cheek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I couldn't say if that day was a happy day for me. I mean, yeah i was hella flattered with all the compliments but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; i did not say i had fun. I guess there's something lacking in my life. Could it be a special someone? Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; or could it be that i could not get what i wanted because he has already fallen for some one else? NO. probably not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; he's not a big deal. It's just the smallest percent of infatuation ever!! And i won't tell you who it is. MAGDUSAAAA KAU. hahah xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Can't tell it here. JAYden will just tease me because i have feelings for a new boy. Haha but it's not really a feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; it's just the smallest percent of infatuation ever!!(like i said) *but hey!! isn't that a feeling*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We practiced for the prom dance again and i was not in the fucking good mood for it. That's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I WAS NOT IN THE FUCKIN' GOOD MOOD FOR IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/769463954348568209-4574417189645523401?l=trishsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishsh.blogspot.com/feeds/4574417189645523401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=769463954348568209&amp;postID=4574417189645523401&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/769463954348568209/posts/default/4574417189645523401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/769463954348568209/posts/default/4574417189645523401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishsh.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-was-not-in-fuckin-good-mood-for-it.html' title='I WAS NOT IN THE FUCKIN&apos; GOOD MOOD FOR IT.'/><author><name>trishsh♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073047970348774614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TBWqUUumlqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gOqP1r0tJRU/S220/10847_1201791778988_1654384087_495778_4388980_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-769463954348568209.post-1180070112111355291</id><published>2009-01-31T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T03:52:30.000-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekly glee'/><title type='text'>They are like so whatever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i woke up around 6 am in the morning and i quickly took a bath. I don't know what exactly is going to happen today for i feel im useless in my section. But the event today was our dry run for our field demonstration. I sent out my 'wakey wakey sleepyheads' group message to O.S friends but it turned out my extra load was only 5 pesos so i only sent out 5. (Why the hell am i posting this. doesn't even make sense).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on! i walked to school hoping i was late because i don't want to wait at the assembly. I saw MJ and (whatever) charizz walking across my way. The words 'ooooooh, there's no school for me today' sank in my mind. I called MJ to ask what's great. And she be "putang ina mo patet pupunta kami kina hana sasama ka ba!?" what the? "anong gagawin natin dun?" And she said we are going to pick her up. Go with the flow. I went there. We waited for mami hana and then went to school. We all are nervous when we got to school because we are uber late. (that's what i'm talking bout) We payed the tricycle driver but only (whatever) charizz hasn't payed yet for she does not have coins and she heard my wallet raging with coin noises. Can't help but be generous even though she's my enemy. I gave her 6 pesos so she can pay for the ride. And then she thanked me. HUH. she thought we're okay but no were not. Not cool with that. But among the three she's the one i want to befriend again first if ever. i don't know maybe it's simply because 'magaan ang loob ko sa kanya' and [WARNING TAGALOG WORDS AHEAD] grabi talaga ha pinaka bilib talaga ako dun sa dalawa eh. langya e sarap sunugin. Joke. At least si Cha nag eeffort na pansinin ako kahit na she knows that i'll leave her hanging without any response but still she pushes her self. Which for me is very sincere of her, she once said sorry to me and i did not accepted but i know that she's really sorry. (i was flaring with anger that day) E yung dalawa? (whatever) angela at (whatever) mai. It's like they don't know me at all kung maka asta. Good luck. And i'm sure they have their fuckin' good reasons ( for them) why. And eto pa, tala gave me a mind-boggler when she told me 'oh, pinalitan ka na pala e' and i was like "huh? by who? when?" And she be 'wala...' i pushed her to spill and i was not able to make it, i became very desperate so i figured it out myself. Found out that tala and pre's former groupmate "sheng" has been seating and dining with them all the time. Oooh lala, good for them but Sheng and i are different. Waaaay different. they won't ever find some one like me again. Coz im PECULIAR ( read that!? i am peculiar, wait a lil longer then i'd be eccentric xD) They'll have to regret it. Maybe not today, but someday they will be very sorry they threw me. (is this some kind of drama? xD) Going back. So some one also told me they have erased me from their featured friends list on their friendster account. Oh they making it big, i'm gonna make it bigger. More like Enormous. Good thing we broke up, i'm having a good time with benny and hana now. Their uber kind to me.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Gail said adam made a tagged account. Great so much for making a facebook account that i have been checkin and checkin everyday just to see if he added me. Now i'm gonna make a tagged account also. Off now hommies :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/769463954348568209-1180070112111355291?l=trishsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishsh.blogspot.com/feeds/1180070112111355291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=769463954348568209&amp;postID=1180070112111355291&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/769463954348568209/posts/default/1180070112111355291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/769463954348568209/posts/default/1180070112111355291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishsh.blogspot.com/2009/01/they-are-like-so-whatever.html' title='They are like so whatever.'/><author><name>trishsh♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073047970348774614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TBWqUUumlqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gOqP1r0tJRU/S220/10847_1201791778988_1654384087_495778_4388980_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-769463954348568209.post-1241105958113679727</id><published>2009-01-29T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T02:27:01.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>brooktown high.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i haven't been playing with my bro's PSP since last week because all the games are a little too boyish. there's Grand theft auto and guess what. there are 3 versions of that game in his console. What? does he want to be a thief or some murderer gangsta when he became 30? xD also there's sonic which I really like but now i'm getting bored with that game. He also has that basketball NBA thingy and i even did not waste my time loading it. Before, he used to put Loco Roco but we finished it easily so he deleted it already. And then he uploaded sims pets and i'm fed up with it too because it won't save my file after i lost the other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was talking and talking non-sense the last day while i was chatting with a bunch of freak ass robots (im talking about jayden and baboy) xD peace out hommies. "Ate, kala mo ang ganda talaga promise mas maganda pa sa sims. Tignan mo" and he was showing it to me and i was like "oo na..oh dun ka na" i was pushing him away haha.&lt;br /&gt;and then when i got the chance to plah the PSP i tried on the game he was blabbing about. it was "Brooktown high" a dating sim and i tried it. T'was 10 times cooler that Sims! TRES COOOOOL!!&lt;br /&gt;Also, it was much more realistic than sims. and i love the music they plugged into that game. It was awesome. I like how the characters say words, t'was the most amazing thing ever. like "gnarly waves dude!" or how they say they are getting hot "you're putting fire stove on my pants girl" and probably they talk much more understandable than sims with their resident language "simlish" i realized how that simlish thingy sucked. (Ooh, just when i played brooktown high) And the clothes are more fashionable (i dunno for the guy character because i played a gal character).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finished the game for like 2 whole hours non-stop. It was easy though. But fun! i missed the winter dance of the first semester. That's a bummer but i attended the spring fling and that another ball, i forgot the name. The worst part is i have prepared so much for the prom night. From the hair, accesories, dress, kissing ability (probably because there will be a kissing scene with my boyfriend , and i forgot the name of my boyfriend. but i named my character Riley. from the replacements, i'm thinkin' it's cuter than miley xD) But i forgot that before that week, riley's parents grounded her because all her grades are C-. (she was  too busy partying hard and dating with her guy).&lt;br /&gt;the game quickly ended when riley was unable to make it to the prom. In the end, they just made a little story for her that she wasn't able to finish college because her parents sent her to france to work as a model (because i chose model as her job while she was studying.) And went back to brooktown 20 years later and ended up unmarried. T'was said that maybe if she went to the prom, she and her boyfriend would make a lovely couple with children, Now she only has a dog as a companion. How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i wrote everything! I was pissed with what happened to my character. I want to start over but the PSP gone dead battery. Guess gotta start over tomorrow ( if i wasn't too lazy to do so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye ya pips :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/769463954348568209-1241105958113679727?l=trishsh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishsh.blogspot.com/feeds/1241105958113679727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=769463954348568209&amp;postID=1241105958113679727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/769463954348568209/posts/default/1241105958113679727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/769463954348568209/posts/default/1241105958113679727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishsh.blogspot.com/2009/01/brooktown-high.html' title='brooktown high.'/><author><name>trishsh♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07073047970348774614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0d-3B9K0smI/TBWqUUumlqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gOqP1r0tJRU/S220/10847_1201791778988_1654384087_495778_4388980_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
