<?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-2211616609840365869</id><updated>2011-12-27T22:52:54.748+08:00</updated><category term='old-school'/><category term='Never Be What You Want'/><category term='Welcome To The World'/><category term='rehearsals'/><category term='Bass Down Low'/><category term='Hero - Regina Spektor'/><category term='Lobo'/><category term='Pretty (Ugly Before)'/><category term='tribute'/><category term='So Happy I Could Die - Lady Gaga'/><category term='lemons'/><category term='Stupid Girls'/><category term='Mother Mother'/><category term='Stealing The Moonlight'/><category term='Mind Rambles'/><category term='Yes'/><category term='Telephone'/><category term='COC'/><category term='Rocketeer'/><category term='Double Vision'/><category term='That&apos;s What You Get'/><category term='C-Tube'/><category term='Merry Christmas Kiss My Ass'/><category term='Rehab'/><category term='demotivation'/><category term='Canwork'/><category term='Thnks Fr Th Mmrs - 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Cobra Starship'/><category term='Beautiful Dirty Rich'/><category term='sophomore'/><category term='Give It Up To Me'/><category term='If We Ever Meet Again'/><category term='tumblr'/><category term='camwhoring'/><category term='E.T.'/><category term='Never Forget'/><category term='Say What?'/><category term='Born This Way'/><category term='The Candydoll Project'/><category term='enrollment'/><category term='Hate (I Really Don&apos;t Like You)'/><category term='social networking'/><category term='How Long'/><category term='Hella Good'/><category term='chat'/><category term='Candydoll Moves to Tumblr'/><category term='forever'/><category term='Young'/><category term='Tidbits'/><category term='Don&apos;t Cha'/><category term='Miscellaneous'/><category term='California Gurls'/><category term='SEG'/><category term='Standing In The Way Of Control'/><category term='by'/><category term='new moon'/><category term='Let The Flames Begin - Paramore'/><category term='sembreak'/><category term='first day'/><category term='Hey Soul Sister'/><category term='this is it'/><category term='me'/><category term='Website'/><category term='Do It'/><category term='It&apos;s Me Candice'/><category term='bad romance'/><category term='I Don&apos;t Wanna Dance'/><category term='Stupidly Happy'/><category term='Chew Me Up And Spit Me Out'/><category term='music'/><category term='Stronger'/><category term='Untouchable Face'/><category term='Gossip Girl'/><category term='Halfway Home'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='blog'/><category term='Can-work'/><category term='Waking Up In Vegas - Katy Perry'/><category term='spoof'/><category term='Only Girl (In The World)'/><category term='digi-scrapping'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='series finale'/><category term='Marry You'/><category term='retreat'/><category term='epic fail'/><category term='Tuesday&apos;s Gone'/><category term='Bottle Pop'/><category term='STC'/><category term='scandal'/><category term='failure'/><category term='Playing God'/><title type='text'>The Candydoll Files</title><subtitle type='html'>Supergirl (n.)= a girl who is always on the run, balances her many responsibilities at the same time, tries to finish her tasks on time. 

This is the name that best describes Candice, a simple and witty gal who has lots of tasks. From being a great daughter to her parents, a true friend to her pals, and a student who tries her best. But now Super Candice takes it to the higher level: Kawaii-style. And she thinks pretty cute is already enough to describe beauty.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>333</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-3856981115377199576</id><published>2011-12-27T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T22:52:54.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Candydoll on Tumblr</title><content type='html'>Hi guys!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I missed this old blog of mine that's why I updated the layout and made a post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're looking for my new blog, just click on The Candydoll in the navigations above. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-3856981115377199576?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/3856981115377199576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/3856981115377199576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/12/candydoll-on-tumblr.html' title='The Candydoll on Tumblr'/><author><name>Candicee Leocandii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yKP3LXhARBM/TlpJexNW7rI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/dBmTEuq2JOg/s220/tumblr.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-8993570813409891316</id><published>2011-09-04T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T22:50:44.163+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Candydoll Moves to Tumblr'/><title type='text'>The Last One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear loyal readers of The Candydoll Files,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For three years, I've been sharing my extraordinary life here in Blogspot. You've been there from the last days of my freshman year in high school up to my happy-go-lucky days as a college freshman. Lately, I've been spending so much time on Tumblr (@thatmiserychick) I'm slowly losing touch with the blog that I held on to when I wanted to write anything I cannot spill on my site full of reblogs. The past two weeks have been full of trepidation and mind-boggling on my decision whether to move TCF on Tumblr via a new blog or retain this site here in Blogspot. Furthermore, I am very disheartened to know that many of my affliates are no longer active in BS or Wordpress because most of them have moved their personal blogs on Tumblr.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night, I made my final decision - something I won't regret.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Candydoll Files will be moving to Tumblr with the same username.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On behalf of the three magnificent years with Blogspot, I would like to thank all of my readers for their never-ending support of TCF. Just to imagine, this has been my longest-running site among all. TCF will not close down - only moving to a new blogging platform. Even though I will no longer update this, I will not delete all of my archives from March 2008. So for all of my affliates who are still active, I will leave a tag on your chatboxes and ask you to relink me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is not goodbye. It's just that I'm moving to a new home, with new readers and new opportunities. Thank you so much for three splendid, memorable years with Blogspot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That is all for now. See you all on Tumblr! &amp;nbsp;:)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;xoxo, C.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-8993570813409891316?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/8993570813409891316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/8993570813409891316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/09/last-one.html' title='The Last One'/><author><name>Candicee Leocandii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yKP3LXhARBM/TlpJexNW7rI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/dBmTEuq2JOg/s220/tumblr.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-532442014828995563</id><published>2011-09-04T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T00:06:27.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear readers of The Candydoll Files,</title><content type='html'>I will make a big announcement in a few days.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch out for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-532442014828995563?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/532442014828995563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/532442014828995563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/09/dear-readers-of-candydoll-files.html' title='Dear readers of The Candydoll Files,'/><author><name>Candicee Leocandii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yKP3LXhARBM/TlpJexNW7rI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/dBmTEuq2JOg/s220/tumblr.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-539799875373203031</id><published>2011-08-30T21:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T01:24:18.621+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stealing The Moonlight'/><title type='text'>The summer nights are here</title><content type='html'>I owe you more than three entries, yes? Because it's term break and I'm in my bed doing nothing. Tomorrow's the end of August, and I think it has been an incredible month for me. First term's over, and it's sad not to be with my blockmates for almost two weeks due to the break. When I checked out my site counter yesterday while installing a spanking new layout, I was surprised to know that more than 200 people viewed my site in two weeks of my inactivity here. To all of you, thank you for your continous support of The Candydoll Files! &amp;gt;:D&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In bulleted but detailed form, let me share to you what happened during the past two weeks:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;August 4 - &lt;/b&gt;For our FILKOMU finals, our block was tasked to present a lecture forum on a chosen topic via draw lot for each group. Eventually, our group picked me to be the guest speaker on Philippine Mythology. On that day, I was trembling with nervousness because it was the first time to conduct a forum in front of an audience. Nevertheless, I set aside all fears, geared up my confidence to the maximum level, and discussed everything related to Philippine Mythology. Despite the tricky questions handed out by my professor, I got an 88 for being the speaker. As a reward for being the speaker of one of the groups, I was handed a box of six delicious brownies from Brownies Unlimited! Our next class was ENGLCOM, but our teacher wasn't there for the nth time. So my blockmates' solution to kill the time: have a snack at Animo Food Haus before brownie hunting at Kenny Rogers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;August 6 - &lt;/b&gt;The PE department held a dance party as a culminating activity of all FWDANCE classes for the first term. Three hours before the event, my blockmates and I had lunch at the AFH then headed to The Coffee Bean to chill. At the dance party itself, LR23 A (my PE and ENGLCOM section) danced to boogie with another class from ISJ. The fee we paid for the culminating activity was all worth it because 1) the food was yummy (baked potatoes, fish fillet, penne pasta), 2) there was a milkshake bar (chocolate!), and 3) the mocktails were perfect. For the first time that night, I had a glass of Shirley Temple; it was flourished to perfection. When all of the classes have performed their respective dances, everyone headed off to the dancefloor and rocked the night away. Simultaneously, the FWDANCE Dance Party was a repeat of last March's Seniors' Night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;August 7 - &lt;/b&gt;As an incentive for our FILKOMU class, our block watched Neo Nocturne's mini-concert &lt;i&gt;Koro Kanta Kultura&lt;/i&gt; at the Philamlife Theater. During the show, I was really enthalled with the world-class choir's compelling voices and the way they presented Philippine music in retrospective. Plus, my friends and I got to sit at the very front so we got to see them up close. The very next day, it was free cut in FILKOMU because of the concert, so I went to school at around 9 AM for ENGLCOM and FWDANCE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;August 8 - &lt;/b&gt;One year since I took the UPCAT! Moving on, I spent a really fun lunch period at Yellow Cab with Jeline and Vyanx. The three of us got full on chicken alfredo, potato wedges, and pistachio ice cream while at the same time I ate my take-out lunch of chicken steak and BBQ burger :P Also on that day, we had our last FWDANCE meeting where we had a physical fitness test involving push-ups, curl-ups, stretching, and three laps of jogging around the seventh floor of the E. Razon Sports Center. It was so exhausting and painful I dreaded an abdominal cramp for four days. After class, I got ourselves each a cone of ice cream. To cap off the day, I took the LRT ride home with Ange!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;August 11 - &lt;/b&gt; Bonding with blockmates during our ENGLCOM final project shoot at the University Belt, Recto, and Legarda!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;August 12 - &lt;/b&gt;After a really stressful KASPIL class, I had lunch with friends at Orange and Spices. From there, I had a really yummy meal of chicken lollipop - and all the while the four of us talked about everything under the sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;August 13 - &lt;/b&gt;It was an achievement for me to be one of the three people who got a perfect score in our CRITHIN quiz! On SCIENVB free cut, my blockmates and I went to the sixth floor canteen to have a snack. While we were there, I had a chat with Sammie on FB :) About forty-five minutes later, we went to Pasta Plate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;August 19 - &lt;/b&gt;Sherwood Place + webcam madness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;August 20 - &lt;/b&gt;The highlight  of the month: Monz&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;and Kev's double birthday celebration at Robinsons Galleria! We played bowling, had pepperoni pizza from Magoo's for dinner, watched &lt;i&gt;Cowboys vs. Aliens&lt;/i&gt;, and played at Tom's World! Honestly, I think all of us regretted watching &lt;i&gt;Cowboys&lt;/i&gt; instead of &lt;i&gt;The Smurfs&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;Rise of Planet of the Apes &lt;/i&gt;because the movie was really disappointing. Not exactly &lt;i&gt;Gigli&lt;/i&gt;-bad, it's just that it didn't live up to our expectations. Before the double birthday blowout, we presented our final projects in CRITHIN and ENGLCOM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;August 23 -&lt;/b&gt;Pasta Plate once again with blockmates!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;August 24 - &lt;/b&gt;Rollercoaster at the last day of first term! Along with my friends, we went to The Coffee Bean, library, Zentea, AFH, and the 14th floor to pass our ENGLCOM e-portfolios :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;August 25 - &lt;/b&gt;Tish, Kev, Monz and I&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;went to Sofia's condo in Bali Oasis, Santolan. Jeline was supposed to come with us but she got a fever the night before :( In spite of this, we still had fun. We ate two boxes of Pizza Hut and little turons for lunch, and headed over to Zentea in Taft for chocotea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coming this week: &lt;/b&gt;On Friday, I will return to STC for the first time ever since April to get our batch annual. I cannot wait to see my friends and batchmates again!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One thing I learned this term break despite the boredom and apathy: color images using Photoshop. Thank God there's paint bucket to make my life as a "semi-artist" easier! I will present to you two of my masterpieces.  Forgive me if it's not my best; I guess I have a lot to improve yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--4B1QIQrfAQ/Tl0bGS9CNHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/e-iJC5cEqhM/s320/mgmtcolor.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646699302773470322" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Time To Pretend" &lt;/i&gt;(inspired from MGMT's song)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5n1ABvnUJjM/Tl0bGk2tE4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/TsYpCzPPcH8/s320/ohcolor.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646699307578758018" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Futuristic Self-Portrait"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;***I'm currently listening to RHCP's Dani California on YouTube, and I just freakin' love the chorus part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Gold Motel]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-539799875373203031?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/539799875373203031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/539799875373203031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-nights-are-here.html' title='The summer nights are here'/><author><name>Candicee Leocandii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yKP3LXhARBM/TlpJexNW7rI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/dBmTEuq2JOg/s220/tumblr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--4B1QIQrfAQ/Tl0bGS9CNHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/e-iJC5cEqhM/s72-c/mgmtcolor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-3688613150230241109</id><published>2011-08-24T07:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T07:52:38.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Weeks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I haven't shared a lot about my college life recently, perhaps? I've been busy with my academics and blockmates. In fact, I was supposed to be on term break already starting today; but because of the ENGLCOM e-portfolio we all have to submit, I'm in school right now. Last night, I spent four hours on that final output where I scanned my first and second drafts of the extensive definition essay and that of the argumentative essay. Several weeks ago before our original ENGLCOM professor got hospitalized, she said to our block that we should make our e-portfolio presentable as well as creative by adding movie clips, music, the like.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Unfortunately, I forgot to bring my BDJ planner right now since I use it for my daily offline ramblings; and I use it to remember all of the best and worst things that happened during the day. I'll make it up to you next post :0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-3688613150230241109?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/3688613150230241109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/3688613150230241109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/08/two-weeks.html' title='Two Weeks.'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-7463339276675465158</id><published>2011-08-09T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T12:09:13.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canwork'/><title type='text'>The Art of Apathy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mqzzQU0WIL4/TkCw35FaNEI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/CTYZWK-0J08/s1600/lyingis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mqzzQU0WIL4/TkCw35FaNEI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/CTYZWK-0J08/s400/lyingis.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k9ProfewQ54/TkCw6294THI/AAAAAAAAA7U/tUpAUHlItQM/s1600/darwall2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k9ProfewQ54/TkCw6294THI/AAAAAAAAA7U/tUpAUHlItQM/s400/darwall2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The first one (above) is from Panic at the Disco!'s song &lt;i&gt;Lying is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have. &lt;/i&gt;Meanwhile, below the first is my very own Daria wallpaper I made three nights ago after all the homework shizz.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-7463339276675465158?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/7463339276675465158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/7463339276675465158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/08/art-of-apathy.html' title='The Art of Apathy'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mqzzQU0WIL4/TkCw35FaNEI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/CTYZWK-0J08/s72-c/lyingis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-8769410898999309415</id><published>2011-08-03T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T19:02:54.181+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>The Princess Diaries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljnw1vNVjb1qiggm3o1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="169" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljnw1vNVjb1qiggm3o1_500.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Because I'm Tumblring right now, I'm bored to infinity, and I haven't updated my blog for two weeks because of school, I'm sharing this beautiful quotation to all of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-8769410898999309415?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/8769410898999309415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/8769410898999309415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/08/princess-diaries.html' title='The Princess Diaries'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-3851261729209840371</id><published>2011-07-21T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T13:58:59.714+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Never Be What You Want'/><title type='text'>I wanna be with you and no one else</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A lot of amazing things have happened the past two weeks in college. At present, I’m having the time of my life with my friends and blockmates&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;while juggling it with my academics.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I haven’t been online at nighttime as often as I used to because I would go home dead-tired and all I wanted were two things: sleep and food. If you’ve been wondering what did I do for the past two weeks, I’ll give you a quick recap on the best things that happened so far. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last July 3, our block went to Hidden Valley, Laguna for our SCIENVB field trip where we had a tree-planting activity. Unfortunately, not all of our blockmates were present because some had to leave early for an important affair while others were not allowed to join. Nevertheless, all of us went home exhausted but happy. What I really enjoyed about the trip is that it was a huge opportunity for me to bond with my blockmates which I did with our chatters at the poolside. Although I didn’t get to swim because my parents didn’t allow me to, I had a great time talking to the boys and girls of my block about random things. Since it was my first outdoor trip with my college blockmates, I felt the homesick feeling of not having my HS classmates with me. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I really enjoyed the outbound trips with IV-3 in the Seven Lakes (third year) and Mount Banahaw (fourth year), and I want to bring everything back right into my very eyes. I’d have to say that the SCIENVB field trip wasn’t the best, my blockmates made it super enjoyable and memorable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The next two days after our field trip weren’t very pleasant despite a LRT ride home with Ange and Jeppy that Monday. I don’t know what was bugging me that time, so my mood wasn’t that great. But on Saturday (July 9), everything turned around. When I woke up that morning, I prayed to God and asked him for a cheerful day. And I’m glad He answered my prayers because I didn’t felt lonely or unhappy during the whole time I was in school. In lieu of our field trip at Hidden Valley, our professor decided to avail of the free cut in SCIENVB that day. At first, I thought it would be very boring because I was uncertain with what would I do. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I was glad they invited me to play volleyball with them at the Enrique Razon Sports Center. I agreed, but I had to buy snacks first because I was really hungry. After finishing my snacks, I proceeded to playing volleyball and dodgeball. A meal at Agno followed soon after and we had a great time talking about concerts, schools and telephone calls. It was a carefree day and I really liked it. The Wednesday after that week, I had a Chicken Burger and fries at KFC in U-Mall with blockmates before climbing up seven floors to our ENGLCOM classes and arriving in the classroom just in time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This past Sunday was window-shopping day because my aunt wanted to look at the most affordable dumbbells and buy DVDs at Divisoria. When we got there, a lot of things have changed since the last time we went there back in May. Among all the changes, what distinguished greatly was that the DVD stalls were replaced by shoe racks and knockoff bags. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I remembered all of a sudden the old days in the summer last year when my mom and I would buy three to four DVDs every time we were bored and we wanted something interesting to watch. Now that mom’s abroad and I don’t watch DVDs as much as I used to due to the existence of torrents and video streaming, I began to miss those days again. From 11 to 3PM, my aunt and I strolled around 168 and 999 Mall to look at dumbbells and fashions.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I fell asleep when I got home but I woke up fifteen minutes later to the sounds of &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;In The Name of Love&lt;/i&gt; DVD my aunt bought. Speaking of that movie, it was the first Pinoy movie I’ve ever watched (in theaters and home)&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;since last summer. The storyline wasn’t cliché but there was a resemblance with &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Dirty Dancing&lt;/i&gt;. Nonetheless, the movie was good except for the ambiguous ending.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday and today were awesome as heck. After class yesterday, I spent an hour and a half in Zaide with Vyanka, Monz, and Jeline where we talked about everything we wanted along with lots of revelations :)) The four of us talked about our KASPIL professor, the best and worst crushes we ever had, and a lot of girl talk. Just this morning, I was with them again for a little road trip since ENGLCOM was cancelled in light of our prof's absence. First, we went to Sherwood Place because Monz needed to talk to her older sister. After that, we pigged out on a gallon of Selecta Hazelnut Brownie ice cream while having a laughtrip. Several minutes later, Paulo and Andrew sat with us for a few minutes and started teasing us about random stuff. When the ice cream gallon was empty, my girl blockmates and I headed to the Malate office to drop off Vyanka for her residency. Jeline and Monz went home already, and here am I in The Coffee Bean blogging about everything fun that happened during the past two weeks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;All Time Low's coming to Manila on September 22! As much as I want to watch them live, I can't because the tickets are too expensive :/ Vyanka is so lucky because she'll finally get to see her favorite band since seventh grade and even before the band got famous on Tumblr. In fact, she bought a ticket already (hihi).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I haven't been online at night because I'm tired from school everyday. However, I really miss chatting with my HS friends on FB :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A must-try: beef and mushroom pizza from Calzone! I had this for lunch yesterday at only P35 :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've dreamt of our unreleased STC annuals several times already! &lt;b&gt;PLEASE OH PLEASE RELEASE THE YEARBOOKS NOW!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To go to the Thomasian Walk on July 29 or not??? I really want to see my HS friends again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Forgive me for the long blogpost because I haven't written any decent material =))*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;[We Are The In Crowd]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2211616609840365869-3851261729209840371?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/3851261729209840371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/3851261729209840371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-wanna-be-with-you-and-no-one-else.html' title='I wanna be with you and no one else'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-1754393106508160052</id><published>2011-07-17T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T19:08:08.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be back.</title><content type='html'>There are some rambles with my personal and school life right now that's why I haven't been updating this blog lately. But don't worry, everything in my life is getting awesome right now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-1754393106508160052?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/1754393106508160052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/1754393106508160052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/07/ill-be-back.html' title='I&apos;ll be back.'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-4799358687775475979</id><published>2011-07-05T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T20:31:26.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion</title><content type='html'>At this very moment, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I do not know whether I should abandon my Blogspot and move to Tumblr or not.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't gonna do that because The Candydoll Files has been an outlet of my memories from first year high school until my freshman year in college. Besides, a personal blog on Tumblr might be filled with reblogs and it won't be worth the change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-4799358687775475979?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/4799358687775475979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/4799358687775475979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/07/confusion.html' title='Confusion'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-8746442383157491396</id><published>2011-07-02T00:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T00:56:46.537+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awesome People'/><title type='text'>The Power of Facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, my old friend from STC, Vicky, posted on my wall in Facebook. A few hours ago, I left her an advanced birthday post (her birthday is on Wednesday) since the Theresian Student Council sent her a birthday card five days before the 7th (her actual birthday). As soon as she read the message, she quickly responded. It was so touching to read that she appreciated my message so much and I was the first one to greet her. Thanks, Vicky! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since YM is screwed, I downloaded &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Trillian IM&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; this afternoon before going to SMSL with my tita to buy snacks for Sunday's SCIENVB trip. From the first time I loaded it, I immediately got interested with it because of its expanded features. With Trillian, you can connect your &lt;i&gt;Facebook, YM, Twitter, etc.&lt;/i&gt; right on your desktop with an account in the client. Online friends can be separated from those who are offline and you can update your Twitter status directly from it. True enough, &lt;b&gt;Trillian never failed to please me&lt;/b&gt;. After the installation and self-testing, I therefore end that Trillian is a better instant messaging client than Yahoo! Messenger. &amp;nbsp;Moreover, &amp;nbsp;I can no longer suffer the pain of opening my web browser and logging in to Facebook only to disappoint myself because a close friend isn't online on chat. As for FB chat, I used it after what it seemed like an eternity. As for tonight's first chat on the social networking website, I had a really cheesy conversation with Sam. We were talking about everything: FILKOMU, freshman convocations, cute batchmates, etc. Every sentence we exchanged took me back to our fourth year elective classes in CWJ when we were seatmates and we chatted about Kurt Hummel and the hot guy we saw somewhere around the Web. From the conversation Sam and I just had, it was revisiting the nostalgia of HS which by the way ended roughly four months ago. I really hope that one day Sam could make use of her free time to ignite from Katipunan to Taft so she could catch up with me like life has once been.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meanwhile, Chini and Camz caught up with me while I was exchanging IMs with Sammich. Camz invited me to watch a NCAA competition at the Araneta tomorrow but I politely declined because of the NSTP Orientation from 1:30-3:30PM. However, I thanked her for the invite. After Camz, Chini buzzed me to blab about her engineering course while I shared about my hectic college schedule. Before the chat ended, Chini said she's looking forward to see her HS classmates again on the rescheduled UST Freshman Walk on July 15. On Twitter,  Aly shared to me about how she requested her parents to give her dream phone, a Samsung Corby II in pink. I saw the yellow-colored back cover of the phone in SMSL a while earlier and I was fascinated with its sophisticated appearance and dynamic performance. And since Aly's favorite color is the same as mine which is pink, I think the phone would suit her girly and creative personality.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I publish this post, it would be July 2 already. So technically speaking, today's my NSTP Orientation. If I hadn't checked my FB account yesterday, then I would not have been aware of its &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"attendance is a must"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; rule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-8746442383157491396?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/8746442383157491396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/8746442383157491396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/07/power-of-facebook.html' title='The Power of Facebook'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-2964177512699464470</id><published>2011-06-25T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T23:17:39.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mind Rambles'/><title type='text'>It Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hhj9XxbcWYk/TgX635dgjwI/AAAAAAAAA7M/uZ6JmjlXMaE/s1600/itgirl.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hhj9XxbcWYk/TgX635dgjwI/AAAAAAAAA7M/uZ6JmjlXMaE/s400/itgirl.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It saddens me that I don't play It Girl anymore.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;This game was the highlight of Summer 2011. I miss the late nights of winning showdowns, searching racks to earn XP and pampering my "boyfriend". I miss changing my character's look week after week. Back in April, I would log in to FB only to play the game. But since coming home from Singapore and college began, I dumped it like I what I did to &lt;i&gt;Pet Society&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;last year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I think this saying lives up to my experience, "Someday, you'll grow out of a fad."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-2964177512699464470?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/2964177512699464470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/2964177512699464470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/06/it-girl.html' title='It Girl'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hhj9XxbcWYk/TgX635dgjwI/AAAAAAAAA7M/uZ6JmjlXMaE/s72-c/itgirl.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-2026477574369180579</id><published>2011-06-25T22:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T22:16:58.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Bass'/><title type='text'>Boy you got my heartbeat running away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today has been my usual Saturday over the summer - homewrecked and bored. Due to the seemingly infinite downpour of rain, I was stuck at home with the Internet, my phone and an endless litany of answers to the question "What's on your mind?". Classes were suspended so I didn't get to roam outside the house and see my blockmates. You see what I mean? Typhoons ruin great plans. On Thursday, the Thomasian Walk was cancelled but Ange, Gox and I made an effort to visit our HS classmates still. On Friday (yesterday), I was supposed to go to SMSL to meet my blockmates and do our INTSOCI project. Unfortunately, the onset of Falcon cancelled everything. In short, all of the things we were excited for were cancelled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Despite Falcon's shot at the Philippines during the past three days, we had an adventure at UST's Thomasian "Walk". My class ended at around 11:10 and had lunch with some blockmates at cafeteria in the Razon Sports Center. After lunch, I headed to the library and stayed there for about two hours. At around 3PM, I went to South Gate to meet up with Ange and Gox followed a little while later. This was proceeded by a very irritating and turtle-slow LRT ride to Roosevelt and a carpool to UST. The three of us arrived at Espana at around 5PM followed with nonstop phone calls from our HS classmates who were sitting in Ice Monster for approximately three hours already. As we were approaching the parking area, Tin and Pads were already there waiting for us and me, Ange and Gox got out of the car in a heartbeat. Inside Ice Monster, we were greeted by more IV-3 people. Although we weren't complete again like what happened in the class lunch at Mang Inasal, it was great to relieve the HS memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All of our UST friends left at around 6:30 so it was just the Lasallians who remained on campus. The three of us headed back to Ice Monster from this unnamed restaurant in the second floor of one of UST's buildings. We shared this yummy bowl of vanilla ice cream w / Stickos and Hershey's kisses as toppings. Even before we finished our dessert, the crew informed us the store was closing so the three of us transferred to KFC for refuge (and didn't eat there LOL). For an hour, our parents called us every thirty minutes and we all talked about the randomness of life such as Mangafox, electives, Ange's two-week stay in Japan back in December, etc. We started playing with our cameras out of the stormy wonderland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At around 8:30 PM, Ange's driver picked us up but there was one problem - the car was far from our reach and to get there we must cross the knee-high flood first. Well, there's a always a first time for everything right? To keep up with the Thomasian's urban legend of "dipping in the flood", the three of us took off our shoes and crossed the street in order to get into the car. Traffic was pretty crappy and everywhere we looked at the Espana streets, there was flood all over. People were waving at us and drivers were cursing at other drivers left and right. &amp;nbsp;At around 11PM, I was home and went to bed at around 1AM. Thank you Ange, Gox, Tin, Pads, Gela Bee, Auds, Chini, Mariae, Jane, Rein, Iya, Baggy and Aiza for being with me on a dreadful day with the Thomasian Walk cancelled and the flood adventures &amp;gt;:D&amp;lt; Also a special mention to my grade school friend Yna for being there with us despite not being with our HS class and to Kaka for remembering me despite looking unrecognizable to her until I said hello :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The next day started with a blur. Our INTSOCI meeting at SMSL was cancelled so I was at home the whole day. From 7PM to 1AM, I waited for the suspension of classes while tweeting, Facebooking and tumbling my lopsided brain. Everyone was mentioning me in their tweets, friends are begging me to upload the photos from Thursday's UST visit and I was on FB for four hours because many of my close friends were online. At the stroke of midnight, it was announced on the DLSU website that classes were suspended. Phew! I did a little more surfing for an hour before heading to bed in the middle of the clashing of thunder and rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Looking back at what happened, I guess a typhoon may be not so bad anymore if your friends are there right on your side. Before I conclude this entry, I'd like to present to you a very amazing cover of "Super Bass" by the talented Karmin:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="246" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/byv-wpqDydI" width="380"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Nicki Minaj / Karmin]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-2026477574369180579?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/2026477574369180579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/2026477574369180579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/06/boy-you-got-my-heartbeat-running-away.html' title='Boy you got my heartbeat running away'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/byv-wpqDydI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-4484740819407441358</id><published>2011-06-21T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T14:09:22.141+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All These Things That I&apos;ve Done'/><title type='text'>I've got soul but I'm not a soldier</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday (June 16), there were two significant events: my dad's birthday and the DLSU Centennial Celebration. The day before, I uploaded a photo collage for my dad on Facebook as my birthday gift for him. I was really happy to hear his cheerful response when I read his reply from what I've done for him. Moving on to the centennial day itself, I was supposed to wake up at 2:45 AM and head to the campus at around 3:30 because our block was one of those scheduled to be featured on GMA 7's morning show &lt;i&gt;Unang Hirit&lt;/i&gt;. Unfortunately, I wasn't allowed to go because of time and transportation constraints. So I just slept on and woke up at around 8 AM to go online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, another memory came into my head! The night before, I was talking to &lt;a href="http://sam-theham.tumblr.com/"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;on FB and Twitter. We were laughing our asses off as we shared stories about the cute guys on campus and about this certain person we were quite connected with. The next day, I tweeted about Katy Perry's &lt;i&gt;Last Friday Night&lt;/i&gt; MV and Sam and I gushed about Darren Criss' cameo in the said video. Fast forward to 11AM: I was in Taft already and looked for my blockmates. Sadly, none of them were there at that time. For about 20 minutes, I was on my own. As my last resort to find a companion, I headed to the Central Plaza. Minutes before that, Angelica was texting me saying she'll return to DLSU at around 3PM because of the intense weather. &amp;nbsp;Suddenly, a miracle happened: Gox appeared! I told her about Angelica in the campus while we were walking to the bookstore. Boom! We saw her and her blockmates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the day, the three of us were together. After Central Plaza, we headed to the henna tattoo booth to accompany Angelica (who wanted one). For an hour, we were sitting at one of the covered benches eating burritos and sharing everything about college life. Once the tattoo dried up, we went to The Coffee Bean to relax. At about 5PM, we returned to Central Plaza for the mini-concert at the Ampitheater with all the Lasallians dancing to &lt;i&gt;Live It Up&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and confetti all over the place. It was complete hysteria! When everything was done, Gox, Ange and I college-hopped to the photobooth, the food stalls and the Animo Street Party at Agno Walk. For dinner, we went to Moriter and doodled on cups (with insufficient colored markers in hand). Did I mention that I saw a lot of batchmates from STC there? Yup. It was really amazing to have a reunion with them. All of us were happy to see each other. The glory days of D. Tuazon were back for one night. Before we headed home together via LRT, the three of us had dinner at the Chicken Company in U-Mall. Thank you Angelica and Gox for the wonderful day &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun with my HS friends is not over! On Thursday, I'll be with the two of them again as we attend UST's annual Thomasian Walk for all the freshmen. I'm soooo excited to see 75% of Seniors 2011 because I haven't seen most of them since graduation. I'm giddy and all prepped for another memorable day of my first year in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[The Killers]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-4484740819407441358?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/4484740819407441358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/4484740819407441358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/06/ive-got-soul-but-im-not-soldier.html' title='I&apos;ve got soul but I&apos;m not a soldier'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-5834787607733187547</id><published>2011-06-19T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T10:50:17.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely and Detached</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdJgq3Lrrqc/Tf1jpSTP7xI/AAAAAAAAA6A/qkT1RE4UjqI/s1600/lay.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="157" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdJgq3Lrrqc/Tf1jpSTP7xI/AAAAAAAAA6A/qkT1RE4UjqI/s320/lay.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bye old layout...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lH9y8psffQA/Tf1jwAwajsI/AAAAAAAAA6E/WB6J_uZb1lA/s1600/candydoll2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="187" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lH9y8psffQA/Tf1jwAwajsI/AAAAAAAAA6E/WB6J_uZb1lA/s320/candydoll2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello new layout!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-5834787607733187547?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/5834787607733187547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/5834787607733187547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/06/lovely-and-detached.html' title='Lovely and Detached'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdJgq3Lrrqc/Tf1jpSTP7xI/AAAAAAAAA6A/qkT1RE4UjqI/s72-c/lay.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-7356580357276359424</id><published>2011-06-14T22:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T22:04:18.337+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Can-work'/><title type='text'>Flickr Nostalgia 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2jBc83yWkFg/TfdpNdgQAUI/AAAAAAAAA5w/wK-fTzDey_Q/s1600/4526908451_ddb84eb6de_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2jBc83yWkFg/TfdpNdgQAUI/AAAAAAAAA5w/wK-fTzDey_Q/s320/4526908451_ddb84eb6de_b.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AYkjUOOyBAo/TfdqSnr474I/AAAAAAAAA58/qOrdOqPqLjI/s1600/4527537144_c30c9224da_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AYkjUOOyBAo/TfdqSnr474I/AAAAAAAAA58/qOrdOqPqLjI/s320/4527537144_c30c9224da_b.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OIBLZm9-hks/TfdpPYhC3dI/AAAAAAAAA50/PaUuy6Qj8UA/s1600/4526955629_d23fb8e767_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OIBLZm9-hks/TfdpPYhC3dI/AAAAAAAAA50/PaUuy6Qj8UA/s320/4526955629_d23fb8e767_z.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at my abandoned &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/hotfudgemadness"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt; account yesterday when I saw these artworks. The first two came from my second year planner. The third one on the other hand was drawn the summer after junior year. Because of time constraints, I have no time to make these doodle masterpieces anymore. One of my resolutions before 2011 ends is to resurrect my doodling skills and make an extravagant piece like these again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-7356580357276359424?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/7356580357276359424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/7356580357276359424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/06/flickr-nostalgia-2.html' title='Flickr Nostalgia 2'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2jBc83yWkFg/TfdpNdgQAUI/AAAAAAAAA5w/wK-fTzDey_Q/s72-c/4526908451_ddb84eb6de_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-1612157540155059958</id><published>2011-06-14T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T21:56:22.087+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Can-work'/><title type='text'>Flickr Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TZVweE3tiUg/TfdoKQLqR_I/AAAAAAAAA5s/mGRMdZgvDMc/s1600/4527508864_7f2b665ba4_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TZVweE3tiUg/TfdoKQLqR_I/AAAAAAAAA5s/mGRMdZgvDMc/s400/4527508864_7f2b665ba4_z.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this in summer of 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss doing these artworks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-1612157540155059958?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/1612157540155059958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/1612157540155059958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/06/flickr-nostalgia.html' title='Flickr Nostalgia'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TZVweE3tiUg/TfdoKQLqR_I/AAAAAAAAA5s/mGRMdZgvDMc/s72-c/4527508864_7f2b665ba4_z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-5138505458423708740</id><published>2011-06-10T22:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T22:15:38.423+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tidbits'/><title type='text'>Never Alone</title><content type='html'>Yes, I have a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following took place between May 25 and June 10 (today).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;May 25 - First day as a college freshman. WELCOME TO &lt;i&gt;THE &lt;/i&gt;LA SALLE!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;May 27 - Lunch at Gravy Fix w / blockmates! A must-try meal: Southern Fried Chicken!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;May 30 - First PE class...and we have to do the Centennial Dance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;June 2 - First time to visit the University Mall and had waffles and Coke Light :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;June 3 - &amp;nbsp;Sbarro at SM Manila - ROAD TRIP OUTSIDE TAFT!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;June 4 - No prof for ENGLCOM so I decided to leave early so I could head to Mang Inasal Retiro for a lunch with my IV-3 babies! Although only about 20 of us came, it was still fun. Half of them went to Trinoma so the rest went to McDo located just at the opposite side. Went home at 4:30 after all the hyper talking and fries-sharing. I miss high school days especially 2010 and the first three months of 2011 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;June 6 -UST Froshies' first day! Lunch at Bacsilog in Agno Walk. The chickensilog is super yummy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;June 7 - YouTube session in the classroom. Karmin's Super Bass is a death-defying cover better than the original!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;June 8 - Photowhore session with blockmates inside the classroom (again)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;June 9 - University Mall again and a meet-up at The Coffee Bean w / friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;June 10 - INTSOCI FREE CUT! Interesting talks with the girls on the block have never been this great.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coming up next week: the Centennial Celebration (coincides with my dad's birthday) and mom's b-day on Independence Day. I'm planning to visit STC as soon as the batch annuals are out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-5138505458423708740?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/5138505458423708740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/5138505458423708740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/06/never-alone.html' title='Never Alone'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-960198167858215705</id><published>2011-06-08T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T17:48:29.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>College has never been this fun</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm enjoying the first two weeks of college even though I'm bombarded with assignments and groupworks. Story about it as soon as things clear up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-960198167858215705?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/960198167858215705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/960198167858215705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/06/college-has-never-been-this-fun.html' title='College has never been this fun'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-7992691075563364063</id><published>2011-05-29T20:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T21:57:22.278+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Lazy Song'/><title type='text'>Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Last May 13-21, my uncle Dilts and I went to Singapore to visit my parents. In fact, the said trip was their graduation gift in my behalf. If not for my renewed passport's release on April 13, then my vacation would have been on the first week of the same month (April to be exact). But anyhow, my parents' promise to send me out of the country for nine days was fulfilled.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The day of our departure coincided with Friday the 13th. Luckily for us, no jinx happened except that our flight was delayed for TWO HOURS. Our plane was supposed to leave at 9:10 but for some reasons we cannot fathom we left at 11 PM. It was no fun to be in the plane. The take-off gave me horrendous headaches. There was no TV and radio to entertain us. I fell asleep there but it was so uncomfortable because there were no pillows. At last, the plane arrived at Changi International Airport at around 2:30 AM. When we saw my parents, I gave them a big hug. We proceeded to Spize where we had a huge breakfast / midnight meal. I had yummy heaps of prata (pita bread with curry sauce) and seafood pasta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9U6HF4vSCU/TeIzjriY62I/AAAAAAAAA3s/Zo0PVqNLiP4/s1600/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9U6HF4vSCU/TeIzjriY62I/AAAAAAAAA3s/Zo0PVqNLiP4/s320/7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tcsikiwq0R4/TeIzle82OhI/AAAAAAAAA3w/NWqpXnyrNsE/s1600/9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tcsikiwq0R4/TeIzle82OhI/AAAAAAAAA3w/NWqpXnyrNsE/s320/9.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;At around noon of the same day, the four of us went to Vivo City. Since the only branch of Forever 21 in the Philippines was too far from my house, I begged my parents to let me enter the store as soon as I saw it in the flesh. When I got to see it at that mall, my eyes were sparkling like diamonds. And the store was really, really big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s4YPUTN6jFA/TeI0eET0BlI/AAAAAAAAA30/covUIqtVXNA/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s4YPUTN6jFA/TeI0eET0BlI/AAAAAAAAA30/covUIqtVXNA/s320/6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On the same day, I bought two books for the first time since last year: &lt;i&gt;Getting Revenge on Lauren Wood &lt;/i&gt;and the book sitting on the wishlist for the longest time, &lt;i&gt;Perks of Being A Wallflower! &lt;/i&gt;I skimmed through the pages as soon as I got home. The next day, my mom and I went to Bugis, Kamasuntra and Marina Bay Sands. Technically, this was Road Trip Sunday. I bought a lot of outfits from Bugis for school and pleasure. Here are some of my outfits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxJKq2TXyT4/TeI2Akeb_WI/AAAAAAAAA34/K7paA5nSdqA/s1600/25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxJKq2TXyT4/TeI2Akeb_WI/AAAAAAAAA34/K7paA5nSdqA/s320/25.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jEYt0UTnGjY/TeI2GGgCCjI/AAAAAAAAA38/uNu60j_h4W8/s1600/27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jEYt0UTnGjY/TeI2GGgCCjI/AAAAAAAAA38/uNu60j_h4W8/s320/27.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c9oDSqumKik/TeI2QA5Op5I/AAAAAAAAA4A/xo-tdWhpoXg/s1600/29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c9oDSqumKik/TeI2QA5Op5I/AAAAAAAAA4A/xo-tdWhpoXg/s320/29.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Before we went to Bugis, we had lunch at KFC. Unfortunately, the addictive gravy's taste we all love in the Philippines was not the same in SG. There was no rice, too. But I had Ultimate Filler Box - Zinger, hot and crispy chicken and mashed potato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VuBwNeBSPO4/TeI2qtxM92I/AAAAAAAAA4E/ZpYltIH7doc/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VuBwNeBSPO4/TeI2qtxM92I/AAAAAAAAA4E/ZpYltIH7doc/s320/5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;At Intercontinental (across Bugis), I had a cup of Oreo McFlurry. Huge and will leave you craving for more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4fi5YA7X_v4/TeI23D31P2I/AAAAAAAAA4I/mUegUlqmy94/s1600/15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4fi5YA7X_v4/TeI23D31P2I/AAAAAAAAA4I/mUegUlqmy94/s320/15.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;At night, we went to Lucky Plaza to meet a colleague / friend of mom's. At Makasuntra, I ate cereal shrimp and fried rice. After dinner, we took pictures at Marina Bay Sands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S-VRidAprrM/TeI3ejTMByI/AAAAAAAAA4M/0lYcGUqWCzM/s1600/40.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S-VRidAprrM/TeI3ejTMByI/AAAAAAAAA4M/0lYcGUqWCzM/s320/40.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c86yQIFTFlA/TeI3kNkpwHI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/NJE4dCEDqlw/s1600/35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c86yQIFTFlA/TeI3kNkpwHI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/NJE4dCEDqlw/s320/35.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Monday was alloted for Clarke Quay where I had ice cream sandwich (yum!). But in the afternoon, &lt;b&gt;I got a haircut&lt;/b&gt;. Yes, I kept it as a secret from Facebook friends and Twitter followers until I returned to Manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3uIwSmkz8P4/TeI4DmxJcmI/AAAAAAAAA4U/8dri8LBoTdc/s1600/47.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3uIwSmkz8P4/TeI4DmxJcmI/AAAAAAAAA4U/8dri8LBoTdc/s320/47.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bye bye long hair...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9P0hdvQzyeI/TeI4JeDeVmI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VO2R9zMj-gM/s1600/48.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9P0hdvQzyeI/TeI4JeDeVmI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VO2R9zMj-gM/s320/48.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello new hair! (Photo at Tiong Bahru Plaza)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tuesday and Wednesday were the most memorable of all. On Tuesday, our family went to Sentosa Beach to relax sans the swimming in the not-so-clean water. Before we got home, we had a sneak peek of Universal Studios.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-clxwDtM2tLA/TeI49V4Q7UI/AAAAAAAAA4c/7nDaQAA8C-M/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-clxwDtM2tLA/TeI49V4Q7UI/AAAAAAAAA4c/7nDaQAA8C-M/s320/3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The merlion, Singapore's national symbol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lzRCTaxq_IQ/TeI5F2u0bXI/AAAAAAAAA4g/Jfs3uf-ykEI/s1600/25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lzRCTaxq_IQ/TeI5F2u0bXI/AAAAAAAAA4g/Jfs3uf-ykEI/s320/25.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Self-taken photo (hi dad!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e9Lh-SwByNo/TeI5MycUGTI/AAAAAAAAA4k/W1j8gH5n8G0/s1600/14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e9Lh-SwByNo/TeI5MycUGTI/AAAAAAAAA4k/W1j8gH5n8G0/s320/14.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vamePKJ4aY8/TeI5XJ0nQdI/AAAAAAAAA4o/_j__Oe0Vny4/s1600/52.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vamePKJ4aY8/TeI5XJ0nQdI/AAAAAAAAA4o/_j__Oe0Vny4/s320/52.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dad's boyband-worthy shot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XJchIuX7gLU/TeI5cfF6N1I/AAAAAAAAA4s/28UmBKbHMHM/s1600/66.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XJchIuX7gLU/TeI5cfF6N1I/AAAAAAAAA4s/28UmBKbHMHM/s320/66.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7vFIlUTC4Qw/TeI5fizqvFI/AAAAAAAAA4w/LBQTBVQMEjA/s1600/68.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7vFIlUTC4Qw/TeI5fizqvFI/AAAAAAAAA4w/LBQTBVQMEjA/s320/68.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The family that plays together, stays together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ioE2vWyun54/TeI6D_Tuo3I/AAAAAAAAA40/yLYxRDbWBfs/s1600/105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ioE2vWyun54/TeI6D_Tuo3I/AAAAAAAAA40/yLYxRDbWBfs/s320/105.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l1tAaDa3WfI/TeI6Kn7Cj6I/AAAAAAAAA44/pPMkSlbCISs/s1600/111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l1tAaDa3WfI/TeI6Kn7Cj6I/AAAAAAAAA44/pPMkSlbCISs/s320/111.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With Reese's Chocolate and Jelly Belly at Candylicious inside Universal Studios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wednesday was Universal Studios Day! We had so much fun at Shrek in 4D (favorite part of the expedition), Madagascar's Boat Ride, The Mummy Returns Jeep Ride (boring) and a special presentation of Steven Spielberg's movie magic with kick-arse effects and all. The food at Goldilocks (not the cake franchise) was delicious.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uXnnhEBqX1g/TeI68AKdE8I/AAAAAAAAA48/rUOjG1yp07w/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uXnnhEBqX1g/TeI68AKdE8I/AAAAAAAAA48/rUOjG1yp07w/s320/6.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;At Audrey Hepburn's star at the Hollywood Walk of Fame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0YCkTm_3UA/TeI7HQ8_b5I/AAAAAAAAA5A/vkV5kRN3qK0/s1600/32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0YCkTm_3UA/TeI7HQ8_b5I/AAAAAAAAA5A/vkV5kRN3qK0/s320/32.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J8Rzj2rX20A/TeI7JwFdVwI/AAAAAAAAA5E/Gtxq8wT3rXg/s1600/68.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J8Rzj2rX20A/TeI7JwFdVwI/AAAAAAAAA5E/Gtxq8wT3rXg/s320/68.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LuiZKhPalg4/TeI7LEm-vOI/AAAAAAAAA5I/fKp5x7PGdKE/s1600/62.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LuiZKhPalg4/TeI7LEm-vOI/AAAAAAAAA5I/fKp5x7PGdKE/s320/62.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Landscape of Far Far Away&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mHrrrREJCSQ/TeI7MbITUbI/AAAAAAAAA5M/EEeQlK76EZA/s1600/82.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mHrrrREJCSQ/TeI7MbITUbI/AAAAAAAAA5M/EEeQlK76EZA/s320/82.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Inside the Shrek in 4D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yprPa1ma5V8/TeI7OVGdxuI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/WSNMpNOLrAI/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yprPa1ma5V8/TeI7OVGdxuI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/WSNMpNOLrAI/s320/1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The ticket to Universal Studios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-izW0d2zfwIM/TeI7Qpx_gAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/DTcwEj7xOeI/s1600/129.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-izW0d2zfwIM/TeI7Qpx_gAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/DTcwEj7xOeI/s320/129.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;With Woody Woodpecker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WDprUrvbiug/TeI7mXQT79I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/xbrfzFVzi3k/s1600/117.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WDprUrvbiug/TeI7mXQT79I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/xbrfzFVzi3k/s320/117.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like father, like daughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S5Ce-Fg4Eyo/TeI8vIlIOdI/AAAAAAAAA5c/GtXmiC7Xwfk/s1600/130.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S5Ce-Fg4Eyo/TeI8vIlIOdI/AAAAAAAAA5c/GtXmiC7Xwfk/s320/130.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With a Marilyn Monroe look-alike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thursday was dinner at Swensen's in Suntec. No photos, though :( On Friday, we watched &lt;i&gt;Priest &lt;/i&gt;at Tiong Bahru Plaza. It's not really my type of movie but there was lots of suspense in the storyline. Saturday was, sadly, my Tito Dilts and I's last day in SG. The morning and afternoon was spent in Orchard and Plaza Singapura. We had dinner at Tiong Bahru Plaza for one last time. On the night before my flight, I ditched sleeping in favor of watching &lt;i&gt;Hey Arnold!&lt;/i&gt; online. I missed the football head. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fast forward to Sunday morning. At 3 AM, the four of us were at Changi and the gates opened at around 4 AM. The last moments in Singapore with my parents were captured to last a lifetime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OjV7c8BLf70/TeI-tdbYKWI/AAAAAAAAA5g/_8kugHFLvNo/s1600/Picture+076.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OjV7c8BLf70/TeI-tdbYKWI/AAAAAAAAA5g/_8kugHFLvNo/s320/Picture+076.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31PHVduiOYA/TeI-vJ1oXJI/AAAAAAAAA5k/G1HdYoj8rYk/s1600/Picture+077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31PHVduiOYA/TeI-vJ1oXJI/AAAAAAAAA5k/G1HdYoj8rYk/s320/Picture+077.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jdVO5GFprio/TeI-yErnXXI/AAAAAAAAA5o/kk2Fx7dv4wM/s1600/Picture+071.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jdVO5GFprio/TeI-yErnXXI/AAAAAAAAA5o/kk2Fx7dv4wM/s320/Picture+071.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Photo taken at Orchard)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It took me about a week before I blogged about this because I was so tired from all the walks and tremendous experiences. I'm glad my parents are already planning for my next trip to be held on the holidays. I am blessed to have them in my life; I cannot imagine what my life would have been if they were not my parents. The vacation brought our family together again after all those years. I really hope I'll get to live with them permanently after my college graduation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So there, the perfect way to conclude Summer 2011. And hats off to an awesome start of freshman year in college! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[The Lazy Song]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/2211616609840365869-7992691075563364063?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/7992691075563364063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/7992691075563364063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/05/cause-today-i-swear-im-not-doing.html' title='Cause today I swear I&apos;m not doing anything'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9U6HF4vSCU/TeIzjriY62I/AAAAAAAAA3s/Zo0PVqNLiP4/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-4411029380609009249</id><published>2011-05-28T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T22:23:05.788+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>Cleverbot vs. Katy Perry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nnF3odwlNhk/TeEE2l_wp-I/AAAAAAAAA3o/bYQz0GqzURM/s1600/unfriendable.com_Wh___what_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nnF3odwlNhk/TeEE2l_wp-I/AAAAAAAAA3o/bYQz0GqzURM/s320/unfriendable.com_Wh___what_.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As seen in the image above, Cleverbot does not like Zooey Deschanel's carbon copy at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-4411029380609009249?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/4411029380609009249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/4411029380609009249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/05/cleverbot-vs-katy-perry.html' title='Cleverbot vs. Katy Perry'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nnF3odwlNhk/TeEE2l_wp-I/AAAAAAAAA3o/bYQz0GqzURM/s72-c/unfriendable.com_Wh___what_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-2475291097311733281</id><published>2011-05-24T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T23:19:54.616+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Civilization'/><title type='text'>The beating of a million drums</title><content type='html'>It's always an amazing feeling when your friends, the ones you haven't seen since the end of the school year, send you a text message or write on your wall asking how you've been doing. My friends in STC are the best. Even over the summer, they wanted to know what I'm up to lately. Most especially when your first day of college is tomorrow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was Homebound Day but it turned out to be Virtual Friendship Day. Less than expected, my cellphone started beeping with text messages from friends I failed to text the whole summer. Other than that, I posted on a bunch of people's Facebook walls to say hello. I'd like to conclude that today may have been the day when I got stuck at home unlike last week's Singapore escapade (more details on my next post) but it was worth it. I got to pump up my social life once and for all, even in the futuristic way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with Moe's and Kharisse's text messages. I texted them back and forth. Then on FB, I posted a status about my anticipation for college life. Out of the ordinary, I got more than &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;likes on my status. I was like, "Oh my, it was just a status!" But to those people, I'd like to say thank you :) Then there came the wall-to-wall posts and comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's what friends are for. Speaking of friends, I met new ones during the LPEP Freshman Orientation last May 11-12! I'll keep this short but here's what happened in bulleted form:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm in block LR23&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On the first day, we had a lot of discussions from several student organizations&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We played rounds of "Bahay, Baboy, Bagyo"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We learned the La Sallian prayers and school hymn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got to ride home with a new friend :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Culture Arts Group was soooooo amazing (second day)!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Food was disappointing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Be active, active, active, active!" LOL at the safety guidelines video =))&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DLSU Centennial Dance - EPIC WIN (especially during the chorus)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pep squad - worth the watch!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you seen the newest all-star Adidas commercial? If not, you should check this out. Justice's newest single in four years is my current LSS for its catchy beats and dynamic ambience. Be sure to download the song on your iPods if you have the chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YD7ya_NssNM" width="440"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Justice]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2211616609840365869-2475291097311733281?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/2475291097311733281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/2475291097311733281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/05/friends-across-distance.html' title='The beating of a million drums'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/YD7ya_NssNM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-8831952809166243369</id><published>2011-05-21T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T23:01:23.824+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Can-work'/><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>It feels great to return to the place where you come from after a vacation you'll never forget. It is overwhelming to see the smiling faces of your mother, father, brother, sister and your dog upon seeing your shadow right in their very eyes. You come across the actions of affection from those people: hugs, kisses, pecks and the strokes on the hair. Your eyes gleam with happiness as you get the picture of what a warm welcome is like. As expected, they will ask you to tell stories about your sweet escapade in the place you considered as home for several days, weeks or even months. The long line of adventures come in order: your first visit to the breathtaking beach, the bottle of pure sand you collected as a souvenir of your real-life wonderland and for a little touch a receipt from this native restaurant you've fallen in love with. What's with a memorable vacation without pictures? A picture speaks a thousand words. It describes your experience of how is it like to explore the places a lot of people fantasize about. Additionally, this is a keepsake to last for a lifetime. When you speak of the word "lifetime", it is synonymous to ethereal, long-lasting and for colloquial sake, forever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once you're back at home, you try to kick off the homesick feeling you developed on the onset of your vacation. However, you miss the place you just left several hours ago. You miss the picture perfect ambience. Your tummy grumbles, sending you a message to feed it with a dish that is not available in your homeland. Get the picture? At the moment you arrive back at the country you've loved from the day you were born, you imagine time sped back to the first time you laid your eyes on the landscape you've been dreaming to visit since your geography teacher taught you about it back when you were ten years old.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the old folks quote, home is where the heart is. Looking back, you want to keep calm and never let go of your evasive tendencies towards your home being the globetrotting person you are. But no matter where you are, nothing compares to the value of being at a place smothered in love, warmth and unity.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-8831952809166243369?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/8831952809166243369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/8831952809166243369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/05/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-6370516949312100834</id><published>2011-05-14T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T17:56:28.192+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tidbits'/><title type='text'>Save The Best For Last</title><content type='html'>The last leg of my summer vacation is at Singapore - the place where I'm in at right now.&amp;nbsp;I won't be blogging for about a week because I'll be out almost everyday for nine days (up to May 22). In case you're wondering what happened as soon as I arrived here, I'll give you the tell-all before I forget everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle and I arrived at the NAIA at around 3 pm. Because our expected check-in time is at 6 pm, we headed over to Jollibee to buy lots of food to eat before we board the airplane. Imagine the big feast we had: Chickenjoy, fries, large Coke, iced mocha java, palabok and regular Yum. Our boarding pass was released at 7 pm then we went straight to Gate 14 to wait for the boarding announcement. According to the itinerary of our flight, our departure time was at 9:10 PM. Due to circumstances we cannot fathom, our flight was delayed up to 2 hours. Imagine our expression when the usherettes asked us to sit down, keep calm and wait for our take-off. Yes, we were pissed and we wanted to cancel our flight much to the pilot's surprise. And for what it seemed like an eternity, the plane took off at 11 pm. Consequently, the plane ride made me sick from the beginning up to the end. It gave me massive headaches and explosive eardrums. There was no form of audio-visual equipment in the airplane so it was a date between my PSP and I. Rainbow barfs and worst case scenarios of migraines later, we arrived at last in Singapore at 2 o'clock in the morning. Trust me, the airport there is sooo cool you'd like to stay there forever. As soon as my uncle and I arrived at the arrival hall, we saw my parents waving at us. Before we headed home, we had a spectacular meal at Spize Resturant. Finally, we got home at 5 AM to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first-ever vacation out of the country is turning out very good. In fact, we just got home from Vivo City an hour ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-6370516949312100834?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/6370516949312100834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/6370516949312100834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/05/save-best-for-last.html' title='Save The Best For Last'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-3162323707325865803</id><published>2011-05-12T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:28:03.669+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C-Tube'/><title type='text'>Will Bieber Come Back To Manila?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MRBkLH2Dr3Y" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All Filipino fans got their wish of seeing Justin Bieber live last Tuesday. But due to his sickness, he was able to perform for only one hour. For some of those who acquired VIP tickets, it was a waste of P10,000. It seems like a lot of people were disappointed even though they were glad to see their idol live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But with this airport incident, I don't know what to think of him now. There are a number of fans who turned their backs on him only because of this video. Not to judge him harshly, but I don't think being sick is a valid reason to avoid the man who wanted his autograph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-3162323707325865803?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/3162323707325865803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/3162323707325865803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/05/will-bieber-come-back-to-manila.html' title='Will Bieber Come Back To Manila?'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MRBkLH2Dr3Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-8804334922412584246</id><published>2011-05-10T12:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T12:38:46.776+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Say What?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All the hype will die down soon, it won't last forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-8804334922412584246?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/8804334922412584246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/8804334922412584246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/05/all-hype-will-die-down-soon-it-wont.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-2766263119691592289</id><published>2011-05-10T11:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T22:38:58.628+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mind Rambles'/><title type='text'>You had me completely interwined</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;This is a sort-of I-am-desperate-to-write-this entry. Forgive me for my screwed-up online temper :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been bombarded with old thoughts that came into my mind all of a sudden. To tell you the truth, not a lot of people who know me personally are aware that I own a site here on Blogspot because the only blog they know I own is on Tumblr. But in this very site you're browsing right now, this is the site where I tell anything I cannot post as a status on Facebook. I write something about my life on Tumblr but not as much as TCF because it's mainly comprised of reblogs of things that interest me. I attempted to make another Tumblr for my personal entries but I simply don't want to abandon TCF especially it's been on the WWW for three years with over 300 entries and a morph from gibberish to something with sense. The only disadvantage of making a personal Tumblr, however, is the likes competition I myself cannot stand. A user on Tumbleland believes that &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;she blogs to express and not to impress.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; But with all those people begging them to follow back and to like their post, the idea is turning into a piece of crumpled paper. &lt;b&gt;If you're going to own a blog only to be an Internet phenomenon, then you're not getting the point. &lt;/b&gt;Plus, there is a great possibility I'll bombard it with reblogs. So I'll stick to BS instead. In case you stumble upon my good ol' Tumblr, make sure you'll click the Blogspot link with caution. Who knows, you might be shocked with what I'm writing as of this moment :)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"You don't have friends because you don't go out for a gimmick on Saturday nights, and you've never been to an open party at least once in your life. And I bet you don't get likes and comments on your FB because you're a nobody in school."&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;/i&gt;Grey Man (some anon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was completely shattered with what the anon said. And you know what? Everything she / he said is false. Whoever said this is so judgmental. So what if I've never been to an open party with all the drinking and gyrating with all the hunks there? &lt;b&gt;Would it make you any cooler than any other high school / college student out there? &lt;/b&gt;I've heard a lot of schoolmates telling stories about the fights and photo scandals surrounding an open party. And when they see that girl who got involved in a risque photo taken from that event, they roll their eyes on her because she built herself a bad reputation. &lt;b&gt;To Grey Man, do you want me to regret this when I grow up? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think I'm a nobody because my name was never mentioned in the infamous fan pages back in HS (Beautiful Girls and the school gossip, anyone?) and I'm friendless, then think again. Number one, I don't care if my friends are not part of the popular crowd as long as they have the values I want in a friend. Number two, I've been going out with my friends and classmates since &lt;i&gt;sophomore &lt;/i&gt;year. Yes, count the birthday parties, mall trips and chillin' in the house days. And number three, &lt;i&gt;I get comments and likes on my FB posts from schoolmates and not just family members. &lt;/i&gt;In fact, I'll accept your friend request if you came from my school and you have more than 15 mutual friends (all of them should be schoolmates too). In relation to what you said, I would have deleted my account if no one posted a birthday greeting on my wall or I didn't receive a single like on my statuses. Furthermore, I'm not lethargic and idiotic to PM all of my friends asking them to like my photo. &lt;b&gt;THE NUMBER OF LIKES IN YOUR PROFILE PICTURE WON'T MAKE YOU MORE OR LESS BEAUTIFUL.&lt;/b&gt; There are some people who got 100 likes even though they look, bleh. &amp;nbsp;To keep it going, it's better to have one friend who's loyal to you than a group of false friends. I'm really blessed to have the S6T, friends and classmates (II-2 and IV-3) who lit up my HS life especially senior year. Let's keep this simple: I HAVE A LIFE OUTSIDE THE WORLD WIDE WEB. I have family, friends, school and recreation. Take that, Grey Man! &amp;gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I don't like my own posts. That is definitely the stupidest thing a Facebook user could do. TROLOLOLOL!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. 2. I rarely rant like this especially this blog can be viewed by the public. It's been in my to-do list for a long time yet I failed to write one.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. 3. I write a lot like this on my planner :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-2766263119691592289?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/2766263119691592289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/2766263119691592289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-had-me-completely-interwined.html' title='You had me completely interwined'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-594440952237141238</id><published>2011-05-08T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T23:52:50.508+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awesome People'/><title type='text'>To The Most Amazing Mom In The World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bdp7Yc4MIbo/Tca78I7xNqI/AAAAAAAAA3k/N1x8MKQy1K8/s1600/mom%2527s+day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bdp7Yc4MIbo/Tca78I7xNqI/AAAAAAAAA3k/N1x8MKQy1K8/s320/mom%2527s+day.jpg" width="279" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can't wait to see you this Friday! Love you very much :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-594440952237141238?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/594440952237141238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/594440952237141238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/05/to-most-amazing-mom-in-world.html' title='To The Most Amazing Mom In The World'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bdp7Yc4MIbo/Tca78I7xNqI/AAAAAAAAA3k/N1x8MKQy1K8/s72-c/mom%2527s+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-4369468414717945168</id><published>2011-05-06T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T00:03:51.233+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tidbits'/><title type='text'>One Way To Kick Off Freshman Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tp-oCjj0ZK0/TcLKGewTrhI/AAAAAAAAA3g/OuAYqdE9rk0/s1600/lay.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tp-oCjj0ZK0/TcLKGewTrhI/AAAAAAAAA3g/OuAYqdE9rk0/s400/lay.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hello, new layout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Will answer tags after my enrollment :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-4369468414717945168?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/4369468414717945168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/4369468414717945168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/05/one-way-to-kick-off-freshman-week.html' title='One Way To Kick Off Freshman Week'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tp-oCjj0ZK0/TcLKGewTrhI/AAAAAAAAA3g/OuAYqdE9rk0/s72-c/lay.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-2465551628159199763</id><published>2011-04-30T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T23:14:23.892+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tidbits'/><title type='text'>Come What May</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;For the first time in my life, May will spark like a firework on the fourth of July. Furthermore, I'll go back to school on a month other than June. Yes, you heard it right. I WILL HAVE A GRAND AND MEMORABLE FINALE TO THE SUMMER BEFORE I GO TO COLLEGE. Drumroll please, let me present to you the things I'm giddy about for the fifth month of the year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;May 6 &lt;/b&gt;- Enrollment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;May 11-12&lt;/b&gt; - LPEP / Freshman Orientation (7 am to 5 pm)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;May 13&lt;/b&gt; - Departure from Manila to Singapore (9:10 PM)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;May 14-22 - First Time To Ride In An Airplane With The Night Sky Like Shooting Stars On The Way to Singapore to Visit Mom and Dad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;May 25&lt;/b&gt; - HELLO FRESHMAN YEAR!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there you have it. Expect me to tweet about Universal Studios instead of the homebound stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2211616609840365869-2465551628159199763?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/2465551628159199763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/2465551628159199763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/04/come-what-may.html' title='Come What May'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-5463321543323864532</id><published>2011-04-30T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T00:12:38.325+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glockenspiel Song'/><title type='text'>We are a mess, we are a failure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gx4WSnHKZMc/Tbbij2BExVI/AAAAAAAAA24/VwUFxyiU9Oc/s1600/profile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gx4WSnHKZMc/Tbbij2BExVI/AAAAAAAAA24/VwUFxyiU9Oc/s640/profile.jpg" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the collection of my Facebook profile pictures from way 2009 to the present. When I transferred all of my 68 DPs to my hard drive, I made the quick decision to compile all of them to make a Profile Picture Collage before deleting some of the old photos I've got. While making this, I was rolling on the floor laughing because it was only halfway the processing I realized I looked awful in my first few display pictures particularly those up to August 2010. Picture this: black eyebugs popping out of my face, a pout bigger than a coin, badly-edited images and me looking wasted. I bet it's enough to make a bad impression as a whole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Holy Week 2011 was different from the past ones. Since 2003 up until last year, there were no out of town trips. But this year was different. I left Manila for Cavite on Wednesday morning. The next day, Maundy Thursday, my aunt's family and I went to seven churches ranging from the nearest church in GMA to Lipa, Batangas. Good Friday was stuck at home day, Saturday was alloted for a swim in Pacific Parkplace and Sunday was Mass at The Orchard before a lunch in SM Dasma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photos will speak for itself how much fun I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sB75h6DAPvE/Tbo2qbB_WRI/AAAAAAAAA28/2YXCdGCw8ik/s1600/Photo0187.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sB75h6DAPvE/Tbo2qbB_WRI/AAAAAAAAA28/2YXCdGCw8ik/s320/Photo0187.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look! It's a monkey in one of the churches' outdoors!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nGj2SY2KUVI/Tbo3AMy32PI/AAAAAAAAA3A/n4Dcmr60PJc/s1600/Photo0225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nGj2SY2KUVI/Tbo3AMy32PI/AAAAAAAAA3A/n4Dcmr60PJc/s320/Photo0225.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vnv2u9SAmOE/Tbo3SeVPQfI/AAAAAAAAA3E/RRd8pj5wKfM/s1600/Photo0224.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vnv2u9SAmOE/Tbo3SeVPQfI/AAAAAAAAA3E/RRd8pj5wKfM/s320/Photo0224.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Very exquisite paintings at the Our Lady of Guadalupe Church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YIQX1NKm0CU/TbrZSqsYl3I/AAAAAAAAA3M/tvGumqI7yrI/s1600/Photo0180.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YIQX1NKm0CU/TbrZSqsYl3I/AAAAAAAAA3M/tvGumqI7yrI/s320/Photo0180.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KADfX6KgufM/TbrZaIc5-YI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/aOe6mzsLnJo/s1600/Photo0204E001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KADfX6KgufM/TbrZaIc5-YI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/aOe6mzsLnJo/s320/Photo0204E001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Fj4M9HMJCI/TbrZhWUk31I/AAAAAAAAA3U/Bd1pDXvCdQ0/s1600/Photo0266.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Fj4M9HMJCI/TbrZhWUk31I/AAAAAAAAA3U/Bd1pDXvCdQ0/s320/Photo0266.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aAEPztmrH2w/TbrZlyMS46I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/blCjieVd3fA/s1600/Photo0297.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aAEPztmrH2w/TbrZlyMS46I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/blCjieVd3fA/s320/Photo0297.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outtakes of my cousins and me (first and second), a landscape of one of the churches (third), Pacific Parkplace (fourth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X-MlhuSSwQk/TbrapspgrSI/AAAAAAAAA3c/DbCLkH39Zvc/s1600/block.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="94" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X-MlhuSSwQk/TbrapspgrSI/AAAAAAAAA3c/DbCLkH39Zvc/s320/block.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I found out my block. Giddy for me! Unfortunately, I think I don't have a blockmate from STC considering that AB-LIM is a very subtle course among college students. If ever you're reading this portion of the entry right now and you happen to be assigned in the same block, then I'm giving you a virtual hug because you're my future blockmate! &amp;gt;:D&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you watched the Royal Wedding this afternoon? Everyone's happy for Prince William (the half-bald prince LOL) and Catherine, Duchess of Cambridge's fairytale marriage. Aside from the elegant wedding ceremony viewed by approximately 2 billion viewers, it was apparent that Prince Harry is getting the same amount of attention as the new royal couple. After the event, everyone wants to marry him someday now he's the remaining prince who's, um, single. If your eyes weren't glued to the television this afternoon, I'll just give you photos from my Tumblr in subject of Kate's gown, the wedding ceremony and one GIF of Harry minus the Half-Bald Prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lket9js6Ja1qci7ofo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="123" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lket9js6Ja1qci7ofo1_500.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ryanseacrest.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/Unhappy_Girl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" src="http://ryanseacrest.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/Unhappy_Girl.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;***Flower Girl: "Prince William, Y U NO MARRY ME?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.thefrisky.com/images/uploads/kate_middleton_wedding_dress_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://cdn.thefrisky.com/images/uploads/kate_middleton_wedding_dress_m.jpg" width="222" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkf707dU791qc0hek.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="156" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkf707dU791qc0hek.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Dog Is Dead]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-5463321543323864532?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/5463321543323864532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/5463321543323864532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-are-mess-we-are-failure.html' title='We are a mess, we are a failure'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gx4WSnHKZMc/Tbbij2BExVI/AAAAAAAAA24/VwUFxyiU9Oc/s72-c/profile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-7422777819441691078</id><published>2011-04-26T01:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T01:09:36.796+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Candydoll Project'/><title type='text'>TCP #6: Things That Everyone Loves Except You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the past, I've blogged several times about the things I love and hate. &amp;nbsp;Since this is my getting-to-know-you blogging project, you'll get a broader extent of me as an individual. The previous entries of TCP were about precious things. Let's move on to something unpleasant. I'll share to you the things I cannot stand while everyone's going gaga over them. BTW, details will be explained further after the list below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Teleseryes with recycled storylines and unoriginal plots (Remakes, remakes...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Teach me how to dougie" (Somebody explain this)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Local showbiz (Full of wasted talent and plastic charisma)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Plastic surgery to look like a celebrity (Barbie wannabes, anyone?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Multiply's popularity (hurrah for Tumblr)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jejemons (so 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fads that will quickly fade out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Follower-beggers (I DON'T FOLLOW BACK, OKAY?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Heavily edited Facebook photos (Who doesn't?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People who beg for likes and comments on Facebook (SERIOUSLY!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People overhyped because of their average looks (I know a lot of people who fall in this category, celebrity or ordinary person)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teleseryes,&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;were great in the early 2000s. That was back when soap operas were acceptable. However, we're now in the new decade and it's a different generation. GMA making a remake of Captain Barbell for the millionth time while ABS-CBN resurrects a classic soap opera with a modern touch.&amp;nbsp;Here's your typical Pinoy teleserye: poor girl gets beaten up by a flawless rich girl, the damsel in distress heroine falls in love with a handsome rich man, the rich girl dies in the end by means of a car accident or a fall from the Empire State Building and there we see a happy ending. Getting overzealous? Here's another one: a poor girl loses her diary, finds it, then loses it, finds it again, then some snatcher took it away...the infinity supports the claim of a 30-year old story. If you want to get bored to death, then better watch an afternoon soap running since the 1960's with an endless plot and some of the characters deceased in time of the show's airing. Look up &lt;i&gt;Days of Our Lives&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;on Google and you'll see what I mean. It garnered skyrocketing ratings at the prime of the show in the 1970's but went downhill when the story shifted to eye-boggling directions. Lesson of the story: a plot must be straight to the point, not too long with an unpredictable ending and dynamic characters. No expectations attached.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moving on to local showbiz, &lt;/b&gt;no one stands out anymore may it be in looks or talent. All they put in the spotlight these days &amp;nbsp;are reality TV show winners, actors who can't act for real and famous people claiming they own the country. Sorry, but I've seen that performance of yours before. And you think you're famous just because you have 400,000 Facebook fans? &lt;i&gt;Jeez, famous your face.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Plastic surgery to be a human Barbie / celebrity doppleganger? &lt;/b&gt;There are limelight-free men / women who are far better-looking. Look at the world surrounding you, darling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Pa-like ng DP ko, please" &lt;/i&gt;I just don't get the idea &lt;b&gt;why a lot of Facebookers are obsessed with competing for the number of likes and comments on their profile pictures&lt;/b&gt;. To those people who send a dumbass message to each of their 1000 virtual buddies telling them to like their pixelated pictures...will 300 likes on your FB display photo make you more beautiful and popular than the average Facebook user? If no one likes your picture, is it an implementation that you're horse-ugly? The answer? For someone in this state of dilemma is yes. But for me, it's no big deal. Hit the button only if the photo you're viewing is like-worthy. Away from the profile picture beauty contest, isn't it frustrating to see a photogenic FB user looking plain in real-life? Their secret to a simply flawless snapshot when they don't look anything special in person: photo enhancement. Thank you Photoshop and Photoscape for your amazing wonders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lastly, I hate those people whose looks are overrated. Frankly speaking, I'm more into classic and exquisite beauties than the sexy persona we always see in men's magazines. Yes, these people are beautiful to others but looking at them they're just common-looking. There are a lot of women who are deemed as the most beautiful in the world when they have a million lookalikes across the globe. Read between the lines: a pretty girl with a lot of lookalikes in the campus is an example of an overrated looking person to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There you go, I'm done with venting the steam of boiling points.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2211616609840365869-7422777819441691078?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/7422777819441691078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/7422777819441691078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/04/tcp-6-things-that-everyone-loves-except.html' title='TCP #6: Things That Everyone Loves Except You'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-5267228867854910876</id><published>2011-04-18T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T19:27:15.258+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>Pixie Emblem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pixiechronicle.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/29mnno0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to congratulate my wonderful affie &lt;a href="http://pixiechronicle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Marinella&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for bagging second place in the Chiminess Major First Contest! As her plaque of appreciation for promoting her site, I was given a Pixie Emblem. Thank you very much, darling! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-5267228867854910876?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/5267228867854910876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/5267228867854910876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/04/pixie-emblem.html' title='Pixie Emblem'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i51.tinypic.com/29mnno0_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-8167054071393341278</id><published>2011-04-14T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T00:37:49.422+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Candydoll Project'/><title type='text'>TCP#5: Favorite TV shows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.benbarren.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/skins-series-3-title.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="138" src="http://www.benbarren.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/skins-series-3-title.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I discovered &lt;i&gt;Skins &lt;/i&gt;back in the summer last year. I got myself addicted to the show from the very first episode where Tony Stonem is focused, his sister Effy has a non-speaking role, Cassie Ainsworth says "Oh wow, lovely" for the first time and the gang trashes an open party organized by a wealthy girl. After two series, the first generation takes a bow and we finally get to see Effy in a lead role plus a new ensemble cast to watch. Recently, Series 5 concluded with a new group of amateurs. See how the series evolved within four years of existence? That is one thing I love about &lt;i&gt;Skins.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's the show like no other: amateur actors, ensemble cast every two seasons (series) and the storylines evolve from abortion to eating disorders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i670.photobucket.com/albums/vv67/MOVIES_TV_4/TV%20SHOWS/GLEE/glee-title-card.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://i670.photobucket.com/albums/vv67/MOVIES_TV_4/TV%20SHOWS/GLEE/glee-title-card.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started watching &lt;i&gt;Glee &lt;/i&gt;the same time I savored &lt;i&gt;Skins&lt;/i&gt;. So far, the second season is better than the first because of many reasons. Number one, Rachel Berry (my least favorite character) isn't always in the spotlight anymore. Number two, Brittany Spears finally gets the chance to shine with her superb dancing and singing skills. Number three, Kurt Hummel and Blaine, enough said. Number four, Quinn Fabray (all-time favorite) morphs back to her old, queen bee self. And number five, there are more characters to love and the whole cast gets the spotlight now and not just one member of the group. Three cheers to Gleekiness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eh1Tm5cVkl0/TKnW2DUc5vI/AAAAAAAAAeE/nSJ-ENeDJ-k/s1600/Gossip_Girl_title_card.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eh1Tm5cVkl0/TKnW2DUc5vI/AAAAAAAAAeE/nSJ-ENeDJ-k/s320/Gossip_Girl_title_card.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blair Waldorf is, was and will always be my favorite character. Serena van der Woodsen took the spotlight during the first season but I was glad to see Blair taking a big leap on the second. I witnessed the divine transformation of Jenny Humphrey from goody-two-shoes wannabe to the nightmarish girl from hell (still love her though). What I like about the series is the marvelous fashions, the surprise twists and the electrifying romances. Gossip Girl stands out from other upper-class dramas because none of the characters is flawless even the girl who has it all gets a not-so-ravishing treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;is not the cartoon for the narrow-minded. It may have crude humor in its plots but the family points out the reality of life. What's extraordinary about this show is that it lasted for 22 years with a star on the Walk of Fame, a hit movie and a boomtastic merchandise in its name. For me, nothing will ever replace its wholesomeness with a mix of wit. How I wish the Griffins can cross over with the Simpsons for a television special or a centric episode perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://familyhealthandhome.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/the-simpsons-and-family-guy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://familyhealthandhome.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/the-simpsons-and-family-guy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a big wrestling fan but it'll take ten years for me to write about my passion for sports entertainment since 2004. Now that you've read about boob tube's finest, the hate grenade is about to explode on the shows I cannot stand and refuse to watch. All of these things will be covered on the next edition of TCP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-8167054071393341278?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/8167054071393341278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/8167054071393341278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/04/tcp5-favorite-tv-shows.html' title='TCP#5: Favorite TV shows'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eh1Tm5cVkl0/TKnW2DUc5vI/AAAAAAAAAeE/nSJ-ENeDJ-k/s72-c/Gossip_Girl_title_card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-5262539373149373341</id><published>2011-04-11T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T01:05:52.630+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bass Down Low'/><title type='text'>I like my beats fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;EDIT: MY 300TH POST!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was so boring, the unnamed notebook of mine stored four movies I downloaded via torrent and I wanted to watch a movie to kill the boredom. In between a very hilarious edition of Pilipinas Got Talent and Tumblring, I watched &lt;i&gt;A Crazy Little Thing Called Love&lt;/i&gt;. It's every teenage girl's story about high school crushes. A very excellent movie without the cliche storyline. Want some spoilers? Can't tell you unless you watched the film &amp;gt;:) And like every other girl who has watched the film, Mario Maurer (who played Shone) gave me a heart attack and had me flopping on the floor because of his hotness. But my Gyllenhaalism will always come first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;***I want to watch Source Code because Jake is there. A lot of people are saying it's fantastic. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me give you a glimpse of Mr. Maurer if you want your desktop in flames:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lg5fpyqSf11qatyuno1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lg5fpyqSf11qatyuno1_400.jpg" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf9i4tDt5j1qgu5pho1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf9i4tDt5j1qgu5pho1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Unrelated to the movie: I'm raping the play button at present because of DEV and The Cataract's hot new single. Today, I listened to &lt;i&gt;Bass Down Low&lt;/i&gt; for more than ten times. I'm not really into this kind of music (dance / electronic) but this one's off the hook. Thank you radio for updating me with supercalifragiheckyeah music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait, what's the connection of Black Eyed Peas with this song? I'm still wondering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[DEV and The Cataracts]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-5262539373149373341?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/5262539373149373341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/5262539373149373341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-like-my-beats-fast.html' title='I like my beats fast'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-2442081728161424942</id><published>2011-04-05T23:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T11:56:30.306+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E.T.'/><title type='text'>Infect me with your love and fill me with your poison</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post_title" style="color: #383838; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.3; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;***Reposting the Summer Plans from my &lt;a href="http://aprettyhotmess.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #383838; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 16px; margin: 10px 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now I’m a month away from being a college freshman, I’m making a list of plans to accomplish this summer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: #383838; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 16px; list-style-type: disc; margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Give my blogs a total makeover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A summer getaway abroad (Singapore, please?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Read more books of all genres from classic to mystery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Catch up with my favorite TV shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Discover new shows to watch&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Watch more movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Be more updated with awesome music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Buy a whole new wardrobe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Write, write and write&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Be more active in Facebook, Twitter and Tumblr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Add more checks in my wishlist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Delete strangers in my friends list, unfollow inactive blogs&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eat less junk food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #383838; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #383838; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;As of this writing, a very annoying bug is invading my immune system. Oh yes, the delirious cold is back ready to ruin my summer. The theory is true: cold nights, hot afternoons. However, it doesn't make sense. It's summertime and here I am in a relationship with Mr. Nose Ranger. &lt;i&gt;You're supposed to be attached to me during the rainy days and not Sahara season! &lt;/i&gt;I'm just writing about this because I can't stand sneezing every twenty seconds.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #383838; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #383838; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;It's almost midnight and I'm friggin' hungry. To fill up my grumbling stomach, I'll post food to satisfy my craving!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #383838; font-size: small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Come on laptop, make the photos real so I could eat like a big blue whale! A little caution for you kids: everything you see in this post is less than ordinary.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #383838; font-size: small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lixdxiUKfn1qe49wpo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_liwyc5dFkh1qe49wpo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_liwyc5dFkh1qe49wpo1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_liv8t3hVl21qe49wpo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_liv8t3hVl21qe49wpo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_liv5z3GQAd1qe49wpo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_liv5z3GQAd1qe49wpo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #383838; font-size: small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Time for a feast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #383838; font-size: small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #383838; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Bonding with friends tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #383838; font-size: small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #383838; font-size: small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Katy Perry]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #383838; font-family: 'Lucida Grande',Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-2442081728161424942?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/2442081728161424942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/2442081728161424942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/04/infect-me-with-your-love-and-fill-me.html' title='Infect me with your love and fill me with your poison'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-2365018273371633873</id><published>2011-04-05T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T20:44:17.665+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Never Forget'/><title type='text'>Someday soon this will all be someone else's dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last Thursday was my long-awaited STC HS graduation. I could tell that it was a very rewarding and tremendous experience to achieve one of my goals in life. After 11 years of sleepless nights and melodramatic plots, I finally accomplished what I've always wanted: a diploma for more than a decade's work. Plus, the success of my graduation ceremony (minus forgetting the bow, hihi) won't be possible without my dad and aunt who witnessed the culmination of my labor that day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After the graduation, the three of us headed to Shakey's Retiro for dinner. It sucked to know that there was no more chicken available. But I was still heaped with the bunch of food we ordered - Friday's Special pizza, mojos and dip, carbonara and Captain's Platter (calamares, fries and fish sticks). Lesson of the night: no chicken, no problem! The next day was distribution of cards where I got to see my classmates and friends for the last time before college. Before we proceeded to our respective classrooms to get our cards, our batch presented a birthday tribute for our principal and it was good. Several minutes later, all of us headed to the only working photocopying machine and the registrar's office for college matters.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then that's how my STC life unfolded. Dad and I had lunch at Greenwich in Harrison Plaza before heading to DLSU to confirm my slot. I saw four or five of my bathmates there and they were very approachable. I guess it's gonna be a great college life for me. Confirmation lasted only about ten minutes; I got my student ID number and enrollment schedule in the process. We headed to Cavite afterwards.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;Google is having problems with uploading the photos right now so I can't post my kick-arse HS diploma in this post.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is boring when you have nothing to do but stay at home. I'm glad I'll be taking a well-deserved trip to Singapore sometime this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Take That]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-2365018273371633873?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/2365018273371633873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/2365018273371633873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/04/someday-soon-this-will-all-be-someone.html' title='Someday soon this will all be someone else&apos;s dream'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-6573764444994306304</id><published>2011-03-31T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T23:53:56.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Candydoll Project'/><title type='text'>TCP #5: A scene from a TV show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0etniqgmF1qzw0h4o1_400.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0etniqgmF1qzw0h4o1_400.png" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #1d1801; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Freddie:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;We’d be good together, don’t you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #1d1801; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Effy:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #1d1801; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Freddie:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #1d1801; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Effy:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Because I’ll break your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #1d1801; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Freddie:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Maybe I’ll break yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #1d1801; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Effy:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nobody breaks my heart. And anyway, why would I want that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #1d1801; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-6573764444994306304?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/6573764444994306304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/6573764444994306304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/03/tcp-5-scene-from-tv-show.html' title='TCP #5: A scene from a TV show'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-2770796540937956887</id><published>2011-03-31T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T23:37:41.179+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tidbits'/><title type='text'>Just graduated high school tonight.</title><content type='html'>Details soon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-2770796540937956887?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/2770796540937956887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/2770796540937956887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-graduated-high-school-tonight.html' title='Just graduated high school tonight.'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-2537325962739800090</id><published>2011-03-27T22:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T23:21:53.614+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Candydoll Project'/><title type='text'>TCP #4: A favorite real-life fact</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Some stunningly attractive people look good in person but terrible in photographs. Some others look average but transform unbelievably on-camera. The truth: being photogenic does not mean she's beautiful.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h4I4-wjjMCM/TY9LU5TEtNI/AAAAAAAAA0M/AVEZpRsBDpc/s1600/FourPic_2011-2-4%252820-39-6%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h4I4-wjjMCM/TY9LU5TEtNI/AAAAAAAAA0M/AVEZpRsBDpc/s320/FourPic_2011-2-4%252820-39-6%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am not photogenic. I will never put down my digicam until I snap a Facebook profile-worthy picture. I look confident when I look at the mirror every morning before going to school but it all halts down when I do a five-second pose for the benefit of flash photography. I look skinny in my real-life reflections but chunky in photos. The world is unfair because it's divided into two: picture perfect people and not-so-photogenic ones. If you were from Mars and you are to choose your perennial side, I bet you're going to choose the bright side. No one wants to look like garbage in her graduation picture, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Moving on, what I stated above is not a fallacy. It's true that there are girls who look great in their Facebook photos but look average in real-life. &amp;nbsp;I guess it's with the advantage of photo enhancement. In the age of Photoshop, we can flicker away an annoying pimple and remove the baby fat in our bikini-clad torsos. The "Photoshopped photos" trend is growing in large numbers especially on Facebook these days. I've seen a lot of users who look flawless in their profile pictures and photo albums. But when I see them in person, I'm like "Um, okay?". Trust me, not everything that you see on social networking websites is parallel to real-life. I know some girls who look terrible in pictures but gorgeous in person. A number of my online networking friends aren't that pretty or stunning off-cam.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lesson of the story: what you see is what you get is a myth. It's not always true.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***EDIT: Changed perennial's spelling. Screw you Google for making it correct when in reality it's not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-2537325962739800090?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/2537325962739800090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/2537325962739800090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/03/tcp-4-favorite-real-life-fact.html' title='TCP #4: A favorite real-life fact'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h4I4-wjjMCM/TY9LU5TEtNI/AAAAAAAAA0M/AVEZpRsBDpc/s72-c/FourPic_2011-2-4%252820-39-6%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-1893115944133338879</id><published>2011-03-27T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T19:38:11.390+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Candydoll Project'/><title type='text'>TCP #3: Favorite Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GmjxsBq_wS8/TY8hN5vpTVI/AAAAAAAAA0I/nozJxLrYDc8/s1600/movies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GmjxsBq_wS8/TY8hN5vpTVI/AAAAAAAAA0I/nozJxLrYDc8/s400/movies.jpg" width="365" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;For me, these are the movies I recommend you to watch.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is it weird that I didn't list Avatar and Transformers in here?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-1893115944133338879?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/1893115944133338879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/1893115944133338879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/03/tcp-3-favorite-movies.html' title='TCP #3: Favorite Movies'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GmjxsBq_wS8/TY8hN5vpTVI/AAAAAAAAA0I/nozJxLrYDc8/s72-c/movies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-5700677382815930112</id><published>2011-03-23T21:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T21:15:45.772+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Candydoll Project'/><title type='text'>#2 A photo of you two years ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-OiPqWgz5SsE/TYnxNz5nqdI/AAAAAAAAA0E/FQPmpk1rGvU/s1600/thejejeyears.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-OiPqWgz5SsE/TYnxNz5nqdI/AAAAAAAAA0E/FQPmpk1rGvU/s400/thejejeyears.jpg" width="370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Two years ago it's fine for me to look like a retard on camera. But not anymore :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Looking back at those pictures make me laugh because I made trying hard poses in front of my webcam. Man, these snaps don't look pretty after all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;****EDIT: Four years ago was my grade school graduation. HS graduation in eight days. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-5700677382815930112?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/5700677382815930112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/5700677382815930112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/03/2-photo-of-you-two-years-ago.html' title='#2 A photo of you two years ago'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-OiPqWgz5SsE/TYnxNz5nqdI/AAAAAAAAA0E/FQPmpk1rGvU/s72-c/thejejeyears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-8153037122156733280</id><published>2011-03-23T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T20:59:51.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awesome People'/><title type='text'>I'm helping Marinella on Chiminess First Major Contest!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! Please help my affliate &lt;a href="http://pixiechronicle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Marinella&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;in winning the Chiminess First Major Contest. She's a great blogger and she deserves to get the prize!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click this link to read more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pixiechronicle.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-joining-chiminess-first-major.html"&gt;http://pixiechronicle.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-joining-chiminess-first-major.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-8153037122156733280?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/8153037122156733280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/8153037122156733280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-helping-marinella-on-chiminess-first.html' title='I&apos;m helping Marinella on Chiminess First Major Contest!'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-256451956806815210</id><published>2011-03-21T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T17:41:56.710+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Candydoll Project'/><title type='text'>TCP #1: Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-eDW89D31E58/TYcXwWWQe4I/AAAAAAAAA0A/hLSqJ_Xfl80/s1600/nobody-tweets-lindsay-lohan-back-31752-1297880048-12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-eDW89D31E58/TYcXwWWQe4I/AAAAAAAAA0A/hLSqJ_Xfl80/s400/nobody-tweets-lindsay-lohan-back-31752-1297880048-12.jpg" width="306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Random thoughts running in your mind right now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Every Twitter user's nightmare is to get chirping crickets from someone you've mentioned in your tweets. If it happens once, then there's always better luck next time. But if it happens more than five times (like in Lindsay Lohan's case), then a piece of advice: deactivate your Twitter account already because no one wants to follow you back.&amp;nbsp;I cannot believe that this kind of Twitter user exists. That user mentions a person she's following but doesn't get a reply from that user. Ouch. It is the worst feeling in the world not to get a mention from someone who is actually not following you back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hey Lindsay, it seems like they're not following you back. If you're getting crickets everytime you mention them, better quit Twitter instead.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.cheezburger.com/completestore/2011/2/27/589711e1-5f8f-4ab0-a24e-c12e5f71993b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://images.cheezburger.com/completestore/2011/2/27/589711e1-5f8f-4ab0-a24e-c12e5f71993b.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Second, I'll write about a quaint story of a Chinese girl who wanted to have plastic surgery to look like Jessica Alba - for her ex-boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTfVeDFa8QGChDk9KNcnfY2pbFSSJGqp-eazNNUu5hxM4Nkm0md" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTfVeDFa8QGChDk9KNcnfY2pbFSSJGqp-eazNNUu5hxM4Nkm0md" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The girl's ex-boyfriend was an obsessed Alba fan. His adoration for the Hollywood actress went over the top he forced his girlfriend to wear a blonde wig at all times and wear makeup while sleeping. BS, right? Then after their break-up, the Chinese girl went to a cosmetic surgeon and asked for a plastic surgery in the hopes of winning her former flame back. Then Jessica, looking concerned, addressed the girl on national television not to continue with the surgery. Fortunately, Miss Alba-wannabe called it off and moved on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To those of you who are reading this, will you ever have plastic surgery to look like a celebrity?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-256451956806815210?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/256451956806815210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/256451956806815210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/03/tcp-1-random-thoughts.html' title='TCP #1: Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-eDW89D31E58/TYcXwWWQe4I/AAAAAAAAA0A/hLSqJ_Xfl80/s72-c/nobody-tweets-lindsay-lohan-back-31752-1297880048-12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-304701101707873095</id><published>2011-03-15T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T21:58:18.005+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Birthday'/><title type='text'>The Candydoll Files Turns Three!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, The Candydoll Files celebrated its third birthday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much friends and readers for the overwhelming support you've given to my blog! *cyberhug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***In other news, I will be starting The Candydoll Project on Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-304701101707873095?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/304701101707873095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/304701101707873095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/03/candydoll-files-turns-three.html' title='The Candydoll Files Turns Three!'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-2896572480170552045</id><published>2011-03-12T21:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T22:43:34.382+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='There Is A Light That Never Goes Out'/><title type='text'>To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LZyLNKUSiw/TUW8whsWtzI/AAAAAAAAAzY/Epn2oX13dUs/s1600/tumblr_lefjdvuJOa1qdaww9o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="372" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LZyLNKUSiw/TUW8whsWtzI/AAAAAAAAAzY/Epn2oX13dUs/s400/tumblr_lefjdvuJOa1qdaww9o1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The last time I watched &lt;i&gt;(500) Days of Summer&lt;/i&gt; was on the way home from our Mount Makiling outbound last January. Unfortunately, we didn't get to finish the film due to technical difficulties :( Moving on, I can recall this scene where Summer sings this immortal line from The Smiths. All I can say is that I love this line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for next week's line of activities: Monday's KASAMAHAN exposure trip, Tuesday's graduation orientation / afternoon tea party with the alumni association, Wednesday's batch confession, Thursday's batch recollection and Friday's Seniors' Night. On Thursday night, I resurrected my Looklet and Polyvore accounts to come up with version 1 and 2 of my Candyland-themed costume. Because I'm on a tight budget and going to the dressmaker costs a lot, I thought of a more creative and practical way to suit the theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first version of the costume was supposed to be the final one. Unfortunately, suspenders weren't available so I was forced to omit the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_m-E1Yg_-7Q/TXtquB1iFPI/AAAAAAAAAz4/ddjF38POtKQ/s1600/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFlpOX0dEaUpMNEJHS20tNEJoa1ZxRmcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_m-E1Yg_-7Q/TXtquB1iFPI/AAAAAAAAAz4/ddjF38POtKQ/s400/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFlpOX0dEaUpMNEJHS20tNEJoa1ZxRmcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The second version is my final costume. There are some alterations: no more suspenders, the skirt replaced the shorts and black shoes replaced sneakers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-2I74spbqa8s/TXtrEoOFlAI/AAAAAAAAAz8/lUPHn91uBCU/s1600/579ecc87-4a77-4f2f-b41c-ee4ce7494f84.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-2I74spbqa8s/TXtrEoOFlAI/AAAAAAAAAz8/lUPHn91uBCU/s320/579ecc87-4a77-4f2f-b41c-ee4ce7494f84.jpg" width="261" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I finally decided on what I'll post in topic with The Candydoll Project. The meme I posted last week was tentative. This is more like a "getting to know the blogger" meme. So here are the questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDITED AS OF MARCH 14 :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;s&gt;Your blogging life before The Candydoll Files &lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;Random thoughts&lt;br /&gt;2. Your favorite movies&lt;br /&gt;3. The worst movie you've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;4. Your favorite TV shows&lt;br /&gt;5. TV shows everyone likes except you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;6. Famous people you find attractive&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;7. Famous people you find average-looking&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your favorite quotes&lt;br /&gt;9. Your social networks&lt;br /&gt;10. Your favorite books&lt;br /&gt;11. Things that everyone likes except you&lt;br /&gt;12. Things you find overrated&lt;br /&gt;13. Things you find underrated&lt;br /&gt;14. The hottest man on Earth for you&lt;br /&gt;15. First moments of your life&lt;br /&gt;16. Your dream careers over the years&lt;br /&gt;17. Your bucket list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start this next week. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[The Smiths]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-2896572480170552045?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/2896572480170552045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/2896572480170552045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-die-by-your-side-is-such-heavenly.html' title='To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LZyLNKUSiw/TUW8whsWtzI/AAAAAAAAAzY/Epn2oX13dUs/s72-c/tumblr_lefjdvuJOa1qdaww9o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-3686946417692221047</id><published>2011-03-05T12:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T12:16:06.867+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Candydoll Project'/><title type='text'>The Candydoll Project / Turn-over Ceremony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here is the order for The Candydoll Project meme I made for myself:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first post&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first blogskin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The best post you've ever written&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The worst post you've ever written&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A memorable photo from your blog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Things that you frequently blog about&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your life if your blog never existed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Greatest achievement of your site&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What if's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Significant changes of your site over the years&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me share you something about the turn-over ceremony yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was also a send-off to the seniors. The Theresian Student Council for SY 2010-2011 took their final bow, Margarita made a very moving speech about leadership and the teachers made the seniors cry :(( Plus, we got a Batch 2011 ID tag with our names and the photo of the heritage tree on it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Final exams will be from Monday to Wednesday and I'll be back online full-time on Wednesday afternoon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-3686946417692221047?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/3686946417692221047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/3686946417692221047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/03/candydoll-project.html' title='The Candydoll Project / Turn-over Ceremony'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-2426647222691196709</id><published>2011-03-04T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T00:32:55.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You've got me hypnotized</title><content type='html'>I'm not supposed to blogging at this time of the night. I'm awake because of this feasibility project. My group has been working for THREE hours already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bye bye sleep, hope we meet each other again. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-2426647222691196709?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/2426647222691196709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/2426647222691196709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/03/youve-got-me-hypnotized.html' title='You&apos;ve got me hypnotized'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-4808546507407320250</id><published>2011-02-27T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T13:15:28.516+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You'/><title type='text'>You don't see me like I see you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-3Ghk8xjG37o/TWnbmS1oa_I/AAAAAAAAAz0/E1EiFmYqBEM/s1600/candydelic.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-3Ghk8xjG37o/TWnbmS1oa_I/AAAAAAAAAz0/E1EiFmYqBEM/s400/candydelic.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a screenshot of my alternate (and dead) Multiply site. Back in May last year, I deleted my @rainbowdoll site and my Friendster page.&amp;nbsp; Out of boredom last night, I opened this again and was shocked to see at my &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;old blog entries.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Those posts were cross-posted from my old Blogspot, Xanga and LiveJournal accounts. I cannot believe it. Many of what I've read were memories from sophomore year. Imagine that? It's been TWO YEARS since I made all notoriety in my online writing. There were lots of revelations and shockers in the picture: I once hated Facebook, 2008 was a horrible year and I kept on posting things a lot of people think reveal my naive nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I also saw three of my albums. The photos were taken from a camera phone and a webcam with very poor resolution. Like the blog entries I rediscovered, I want to laugh at how screwed I looked in my old pics. It was too pejorative to pose like a skunk then upload them like no one's viewing. The reminisce of my dreckitude definitely made my night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[The Pretty Reckless]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-4808546507407320250?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/4808546507407320250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/4808546507407320250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-dont-see-me-like-i-see-you.html' title='You don&apos;t see me like I see you'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-3Ghk8xjG37o/TWnbmS1oa_I/AAAAAAAAAz0/E1EiFmYqBEM/s72-c/candydelic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-4679687222225902931</id><published>2011-02-25T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T20:44:34.046+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tidbits'/><title type='text'>Darren Criss, Candy Mag, Etc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/18300000/Darren-glee-18347310-350-469.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/18300000/Darren-glee-18347310-350-469.jpg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't buy Candy Magazine anymore because I'm getting tired of the same covers and topics over and over again. The only good thing about the March issue is Glee's Darren Criss. His character and voice is very breathtaking. Unfortunately, I won't buy the issue because Taylor Swift looks rubbish in the cover and Archie's there - for the millionth time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seriously Candy, aren't you getting tired of recycling your ideas? I've seen those things in the past already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's true that I am not into things that most people rave about. &lt;/i&gt;I am not into hip-hop. I'm not addicted to Twilight. I don't have K-pop on my music playlist. I don't watch tween shows in ABS-CBN and GMA because those kids are only famous for their already-overhyped looks. I'm happy &lt;i&gt;Shoutout&lt;/i&gt; was cancelled because the stars only showed off their "glorious" appearances but they have subpar talents. &amp;nbsp;I've seen a lot of ordinary people who look more or less like them. And I agree with a classmate who said that there are many pretty celebrities in Channel 2 but &lt;b&gt;NONE&lt;/b&gt; of them stands out. &lt;i&gt;Nakakasawa na iyong mga pagmumukha nila. Marami pang mas magaganda sa kanila na hindi celebrity.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'd rather watch Glee, thank you very much. I want to see more of the Cheerios and less Rachel Berry though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-4679687222225902931?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/4679687222225902931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/4679687222225902931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/02/darren-criss-candy-mag-etc.html' title='Darren Criss, Candy Mag, Etc.'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-2933238555078232649</id><published>2011-02-23T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T21:18:03.246+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Candydoll Project'/><title type='text'>Three Years of Un-Dreckitude Blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On March 15, 2011, The Candydoll Files will be celebrating its &lt;b&gt;THIRD&lt;/b&gt; birthday. Yay!!! I cannot believe I currently own a very active blog serving more than 4000 viewers (according to the site counter), 284 posts at archive and more than 20 affliates. I'm thinking of this special blog thing called &lt;b&gt;The Candydoll Project.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Coincidentally, March will be the month I'll graduate from STC QC. To kick things off, I'll browse all of my posts from the very first one and select those that made a big impact in my life. For example, my posts from freshman year, sophomore year, blah blah and the like. Then I'm planning to make a 10-post meme to commemorate The Candydoll Files and its three years of existence. You'll be able to know more about me, so watch out for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll be thinking of many other creative ways to make The Candydoll Project a memorable one for my blog. Just keep the views counting and you might see a new update about it now and then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/2211616609840365869-2933238555078232649?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/2933238555078232649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/2933238555078232649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/02/three-years-of-un-dreckitude-blogging.html' title='Three Years of Un-Dreckitude Blogging'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-6564808179240324704</id><published>2011-02-23T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T21:09:43.218+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marry You'/><title type='text'>I think I wanna marry you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nine more days and I'll no longer stay up late to do my homework.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nine more days and there will be no more discussions in class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And in less than a month I'll be marching down the aisle in the GS gym - one last time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Forgive me if I haven't blogged a decent entry lately. I haven't glanced at my Facebook news feed for two weeks now because I'll read nothing but people wanting to deactivate their accounts because of schoolwork. Twitter is full of tweets from batchmates complaining about lack of sleep. Unlike last year, there's a day without a post on Tumblr. My aunt would yell at me every school night to go to bed but I can't because I'm studying for a quiz and reading my lessons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAST FORWARD TO MARCH PLEASE.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;s&gt;I AM SO TIRED OF STUDYING.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Bruno Mars]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-6564808179240324704?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/6564808179240324704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/6564808179240324704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-think-i-wanna-marry-you.html' title='I think I wanna marry you'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-3621212258132569332</id><published>2011-02-19T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T21:54:40.309+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Born This Way'/><title type='text'>Just love yourself and you're set</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xG0wi1m-89o" title="YouTube video player" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;There's nothin' wrong with lovin' who you are"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;She said, "'Cause He made you perfect, babe"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;"So hold your head up, girl and you you'll go far,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;Listen to me when I say"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I'm beautiful in my way,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause God makes no mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the right track, baby&lt;br /&gt;I was born this way&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I totally love this cover from a very talented Filipino girl who resides in Canada. Her brilliance in singing and playing the piano brought Lady Gaga to tears. In fact, they already did a duet of the song together. Just look it up on YouTube if you have the free time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;As you could see in my layout, I removed the link to my Facebook page. To tell you the truth, my profile is restricted to friends, classmates and close networks only. I know it sounds a little cliche but I ignore friend requests from people I don't know. This is one way to maximize my privacy online. If you want to connect with me, I suggest you follow me on Twitter instead - but please be patient to accept your follower request because I check it every one or two weeks. It's because I'm stuffed with a lot of things right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;I haven't told you I have braces already. I acquired them last Saturday, so it's been a week since I had them. It was a big pain in the neck during the first week; I couldn't eat normally because the meat hits my molar bands and it hurts so much. I don't have the freedom to eat hard foods such as chicharon now I have metal brackets and a bite block to match. I have to wear a bite block for three weeks. Thank goodness I won't be wearing them on March 18.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;When I arrived in school the following Monday, the IV-3 people asked me what's found in the bottom of my teeth. I told them it was a bite block and the purpose of wearing it is to remove my crossbite so I can have the brackets on the lower side sometime next month.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;Now our home has WiFi access, I get to use my laptop more often.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5ulPCIogWg4/TV_Is_R1SZI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/4BZTZCgzCmE/s1600/desktop.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5ulPCIogWg4/TV_Is_R1SZI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/4BZTZCgzCmE/s400/desktop.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;(click on the image for a bigger view)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;Meet my desktop with a Leighton Meester wallpaper courtesy of Deviantart. There's my Rocketdock, a chat with Dad (can't tell you his e-mail, sorry!), Tweetdeck and Google Chrome. This is a Windows XP desktop with a Windows 7 look. How desperate I am to dump XP :)) I am hoping for a Mac or a Windows 7 OS one day before I go to college!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;That's all for now. But before that, let me give you a shameless plug:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aprettyhotmess.tumblr.com/"&gt;KEEP CALM AND MAKE IT POP ON TUMBLR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Changed my Tumblr URL once again. @dolledupinplastic flopped bigger than @thesummerlights. (Sad but that's the truth. LOL.) I gained like one follower each day and that's it. If you have a tumblelog, then this is worth following. I post a lot of pretty pictures and fashion stuff there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mind-boggling randomness post coming up. And it's one thing that's interesting me for a while now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Lady Gaga]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-3621212258132569332?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/3621212258132569332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/3621212258132569332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-love-yourself-and-youre-set.html' title='Just love yourself and you&apos;re set'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xG0wi1m-89o/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-1868523762888090981</id><published>2011-02-13T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T23:45:51.673+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t Cha'/><title type='text'>Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images7.cpcache.com/product_zoom/27979837v0_400x400_Front_Color-White.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://images7.cpcache.com/product_zoom/27979837v0_400x400_Front_Color-White.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Most favorite line ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[The Pussycat Dolls]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-1868523762888090981?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/1868523762888090981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/1868523762888090981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/02/dont-cha-wish-your-girlfriend-was-hot.html' title='Don&apos;t cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-1831195004794638262</id><published>2011-02-13T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T19:23:47.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>I swear we were infinite</title><content type='html'>How I wish I could grab a copy of The Perks of Being A Wallflower by summertime. I entitled this entry like that out of randomness. So here are some things that have happened the past week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thursday was Oral Defense Day. I thought it was difficult but it turned out to be easier than expected. Thank you groupmates and queue cards. BTW, I slept close to midnight just to memorize and fully understand the material. Now I'm feeling the college hype.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I browsed a Facebook page for the Big 3 universities (UP, ADMU, DLSU) and clinched at the admission rate for the next school year. &lt;i&gt;Can you believe that there were more applicants in La Salle than in Ateneo last year? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;DLSU accepted only 3,000 out of 27,000 hopefuls while ADMU welcomed 2,700 out of 13,000. &lt;/b&gt;Now instead of whining that I won't be a Blue Eagle while everyone else is, I should be thankful for being one of the few who got the chance to study in a very prestigious and competitive university.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We finally found out the theme for Seniors' Night: &lt;b&gt;CANDYLAND! &lt;/b&gt;Everyone was disappointed at first because we wanted Vintage Barbie as our theme. However in compliance with the school's theme, the committee voted on Candyland instead. I've got a costume in mind already. I'll be dressing up as a little kid :) If you want me to visualize the March 18 party, here's a sneak peek:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boombaakidz.com/images/party/decorations/CandyLandRoomDecoration.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://www.boombaakidz.com/images/party/decorations/CandyLandRoomDecoration.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2211616609840365869-1831195004794638262?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/1831195004794638262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/1831195004794638262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-swear-we-were-infinite.html' title='I swear we were infinite'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-2627112721591548736</id><published>2011-02-06T14:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T15:07:02.070+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Say What?'/><title type='text'>J Biebs: Hot or Not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TU5Foqq-DxI/AAAAAAAAAzM/i0tibGwQPT4/s1600/tumblr_lfzo3quaPD1qzehnwo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TU5Foqq-DxI/AAAAAAAAAzM/i0tibGwQPT4/s400/tumblr_lfzo3quaPD1qzehnwo1_500.jpg" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;While I was backreading my dashboard on Tumblr, this post struck my attention. It was all about Justin Bieber, probably the biggest teen superstar today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;In 2008, everyone was crazy about the Jonas Brothers. They grew old, Kevin got married, they changed their image...and lost the popularity they once had. Where are they now? GONE. Their last album, &lt;i&gt;Lines, Vines and Trying Times&lt;/i&gt;, didn't sell that much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Now 2010 emerged a breakthrough in teen music with the creation of the Canadian heartthrob. Bieber's music video "Baby" hit over 400 million views making it as YouTube's most watched of all time. He was on countless magazine covers all over the world. He made about 10 singles in the previous year alone. He won "Artist of the Year" in the American Music Awards. This month, he's set to release his 3D movie. He's one of the few teens who has a cover story at Vanity Fair. A million girls are screaming over him. He's almost always a trending topic on Twitter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;And like any other singer, he cannot please everybody.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The world is now divided into two: Beliebers and anti-Biebers. He gets critcized for his effeminancy and his squeaky singing voice. Several celebrities think he's overrated. He's on TV almost everyday. His songs are way overplayed already. A lot of people think he doesn't deserve all the attention he's getting like the writer in the article said. Well, there really are a lot of singers who are much better than him. There are a lot of non-celebrities his age who are more handsome and talented than him. And for instance, the heartthrob status is sure to go away after a given period of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Once upon a time, everyone hated the Jonas Brothers when they were the Kings of Teen Pop. Now they're losing to Bieber, everyone wants them back. In my opinion, Justin Bieber should enjoy his current fame because in two years or so, there's a great chance he'll get replaced by someone younger and fresher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Now that's how the entertainment world works. Only the most talented and charismatic survive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-2627112721591548736?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/2627112721591548736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/2627112721591548736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title='J Biebs: Hot or Not?'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TU5Foqq-DxI/AAAAAAAAAzM/i0tibGwQPT4/s72-c/tumblr_lfzo3quaPD1qzehnwo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-4239615261822700238</id><published>2011-02-06T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T14:36:06.704+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tidbits'/><title type='text'>CLAMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TU5BAWqcyRI/AAAAAAAAAzI/p9FDk9i2A5E/s1600/IMG_1078.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TU5BAWqcyRI/AAAAAAAAAzI/p9FDk9i2A5E/s400/IMG_1078.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an amazing night at CLAMOR (STC Bandfest) last Friday. Thank you so much guys! \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*More pictures on FB :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-4239615261822700238?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/4239615261822700238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/4239615261822700238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/02/clamor.html' title='CLAMOR'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TU5BAWqcyRI/AAAAAAAAAzI/p9FDk9i2A5E/s72-c/IMG_1078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-4929311513830775198</id><published>2011-01-30T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T18:33:18.277+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Double Vision'/><title type='text'>Watch the girls strut by like it's a catwalk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TUU8RS7CsDI/AAAAAAAAAys/yjwG-LytMWQ/s1600/Picture+219727.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TUU8RS7CsDI/AAAAAAAAAys/yjwG-LytMWQ/s400/Picture+219727.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TUU8LFZD9LI/AAAAAAAAAyo/QDkUDkz9m2M/s1600/Picture+219728.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TUU8LFZD9LI/AAAAAAAAAyo/QDkUDkz9m2M/s400/Picture+219728.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meet my planner. Look how packed up my senior year is right now. The monthly calendar page serves as my outlet for assignments, quizzes and other important reminders. As for the main weekly pages, it's like my "diary" of the best (and worst) of the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last Thursday, I got my USTET result via mail. And yes, I passed Communication Arts. I won't be going there though since I decided to go to DLSU already.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TUU9dVoS_dI/AAAAAAAAAyw/b2pml-ZHD1o/s1600/Picture+219724.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TUU9dVoS_dI/AAAAAAAAAyw/b2pml-ZHD1o/s320/Picture+219724.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the other note, the big envelope from La Salle arrived last Wednesday.It looks like DLSU and I will be very great friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TUU-CkRaqnI/AAAAAAAAAy8/qKUG3ojRtIQ/s1600/Picture+219723.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TUU-CkRaqnI/AAAAAAAAAy8/qKUG3ojRtIQ/s400/Picture+219723.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I changed my Tumblr URL again yesterday. If you want more of my favorite stuff, then follow me at &lt;a href="http://dolledupinplastic.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://dolledupinplastic.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[3OH3!]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-4929311513830775198?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/4929311513830775198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/4929311513830775198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/01/watch-girls-strut-by-like-its-catwalk.html' title='Watch the girls strut by like it&apos;s a catwalk'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TUU8RS7CsDI/AAAAAAAAAys/yjwG-LytMWQ/s72-c/Picture+219727.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-3897814653990534795</id><published>2011-01-27T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T21:33:18.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rocketeer'/><title type='text'>There's a world out there we should see</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At the stroke of midnight last Thursday, I officially turned the Twilight age of 17. Hours before that, I was worried no one will write on my Facebook wall or remember my birthday. When the day ended, it turned out to be better than expected.&amp;nbsp; I didn't end up as the Forever Alone guy on my birthday because I received a lot of greetings from my classmates, schoolmates, teachers and relatives. It felt great for the people who care for me to have the 20th marked as my day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A big thanks to the Lord Almighty, my family, IV-3, schoolmates, friends, teachers and online buddies for making my 17th birthday one for the ages! It won't be possible without your help. It was KASAMAHAN session that day and I enjoyed playing with the day care kids. At dismissal time, dad picked me up and along with my ninongs and uncles we had an escapade first at Banapple for dinner then Metrobar for pure quality entertainment. Plus there's a lot of food tripping! Be prepared to see the sight of these yummy dishes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At Banapple: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TTvx-qveEtI/AAAAAAAAAyU/nLUJOXUt5mE/s1600/Picture+21940.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TTvx-qveEtI/AAAAAAAAAyU/nLUJOXUt5mE/s400/Picture+21940.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crispy Chicken Bellpepper Sandwich w/ Potato Chips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TTvzRk59zlI/AAAAAAAAAyY/bAmiohlYtw4/s1600/Picture+21939.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TTvzRk59zlI/AAAAAAAAAyY/bAmiohlYtw4/s400/Picture+21939.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheesy Penne Pasta w/ Garlic Bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After dinner, we headed straight to Metrobar and was there up to 1:30 AM. Even though the show wasn't as entertaining as I wanted, it was great to be with my dad and relatives on my birthday. And what an experience to enter a comedy bar! At around 2:30 AM, my dad and I headed to Cavite so I got to miss school.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Friday and Saturday was amazing. On Friday, we went to SM Dasmarinas for some strolling. We were supposed to watch &lt;i&gt;The Green Hornet&lt;/i&gt; but by the time we entered the cinema complex it was already closed because the last full show was being played. The next day, I had a heap of spicy chicken burger, French fries, onion rings and sundae at Burger King and it was the most amazing lunch I've had in a while.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At dinner time, my cousins arrived at my grandparents' house for a celebration. There were lots of food galore and photos with the whole family. Thank God for my camera!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TUFx_EHQ_BI/AAAAAAAAAyc/camPR_CsWvo/s1600/Picture+219721.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TUFx_EHQ_BI/AAAAAAAAAyc/camPR_CsWvo/s320/Picture+219721.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favorite photo of Abby and me (current Twitter DP) - forgive me for my chinky-eyed cousin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TUFyiLhTJeI/AAAAAAAAAyg/o6tsSFB0SNg/s1600/Picture+21981.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TUFyiLhTJeI/AAAAAAAAAyg/o6tsSFB0SNg/s320/Picture+21981.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reese in color accent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At around 1:40 AM, we left Cavite to drop off Dad at the airport. I got home at around 3:00 AM and did some Internet surfing. Hihi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On a lighter note, tomorrow is our outbound trip to Mt. Banahaw. I'm so excited to go there! Won't be entering the scary Husgado cave though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Far East Movement]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-3897814653990534795?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/3897814653990534795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/3897814653990534795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/01/theres-world-out-there-we-should-see.html' title='There&apos;s a world out there we should see'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TTvx-qveEtI/AAAAAAAAAyU/nLUJOXUt5mE/s72-c/Picture+21940.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-2861538392074291881</id><published>2011-01-20T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T17:25:31.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tidbits'/><title type='text'>I Am Turning Seventeen Today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-2861538392074291881?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/2861538392074291881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/2861538392074291881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-turning-seventeen-today.html' title='I Am Turning Seventeen Today!'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-8411913036005608098</id><published>2011-01-16T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T21:49:23.433+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tidbits'/><title type='text'>Future Little Miss Green Archer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3565/3445004625_1b83391a48.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3565/3445004625_1b83391a48.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hate to sound bitter and all but I finally decided to go to La Salle for my freshman year. DLSU is not at all my dream school; Ateneo is. It sounds disheartening to accept the fact I'm not going to ADMU anymore. When my name didn't appear in the online search database, I was stunned to weep. My dad came home for my birthday and we checked out the result together. It is too surreal to think about it one more time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Call me retarded, a no-brainer or whatever you want but at least I have a school already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It sickens me up until now to read my batchmates' tweets and statuses saying they've passed (or got waitlisted) in Ateneo. I'm happy for them that they've made it but thinking about my failure tightens my stomach into pretty little ribbons. The words kept on repeating in my mind: &lt;i&gt;You are not intelligent enough to go to Ateneo! Settle for La Salle instead. &lt;/i&gt;I wanted to jump off the cliff and die when I learned of my rejection. I'm extremely jealous of the people who passed or got waitlisted. I was thinking that they'll be the most successful people in the country because of their school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Which was supposed to be &lt;i&gt;my &lt;/i&gt;school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wanted to curse in this blog entry but since I'm keeping this wholesome, I decided not to. I'll just shave off the swearing to myself. I already have a FML story in mind:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Today the ACET results came out. I prayed for five months telling God to give me an opportunity to study in Ateneo. Unfortunately, I didn't make it while everyone in school did. Now I have to go to another school. FML."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why did God said NO to my prayer? It's not fair. Some of the passers effortlessly made it to the school of their choice. I am more deserving to be a Blue Eagle&amp;nbsp; than some of the people who passed this "grueling" exam. In my personal experience, I answered all of the questions and prettified my essay. Still, God shook his head depicting rejection. Why is He mean to me? I thought He has better plans for me that's why I didn't get the UPCAT success. Now He said NO to me when I begged Him to let me go to a Top 2 school, my dream school. For now, I have to settle to a university nearer to home. La Salle is a good school but I want to go to Ateneo because according to many students it's the best outlet for aspiring communication students. I have a reason why I am jealous of the people who passed ACET. First of all, their classmates and teachers will congratulate them and regard them as "intelligent". I didn't get that distinction when I passed DLSU. Everyone was like "Um, okay" when they learned I made it. Second, ADMU is a Top 2 school. Not all can be admitted there. And third, all graduates of Ateneo turned out to be world-class, successful and phenomenal in their respective careers. I haven't heard of an ADMU graduate who didn't get a job nor failed in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I thought of making an appeal; it might work if I get lucky. But a lot of people suggested that I should go to Taft instead. Right now, I am very demotivated to pump up for graduation considering my failure. &lt;i&gt;Buti pa lahat ng ka-batch ko pumasa sa ACET. &lt;/i&gt;It's not that I have anything against La Salle but I really want to prove to everyone that I am not mentally challenged nor unintelligent. Mom wrote in her e-mail to me upon learning I won't be an Iska nor a Blue Eagle:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Don't ever question God, okay? He has better plans for you! He wants you to succeed and be happy with the school you'll be in."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;My aunt didn't pass DLSU (her dream school) when she was my age so she studied at College of the Holy Spirit. I cannot imagine what life would have been had she not decided to go there. I guess I wouldn't be born by now because in that very school, she met my mom who would marry her (auntie's) brother who would be my dad. Several years later, my aunt began teaching at DLSU Dasmarinas. She told me that she didn't have any regrets studying at Holy Spirit. It was a tremendous road to her success. She may not have the chance to study in DLSU back in college but she was given the honor to teach Lasallians in her adulthood.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For all the seniors who are reading this, my piece of advice: there is more to life than passing your dream school. There are better plans why you didn't get in your first choice. Who knows, you might get the highest grades, meet your friends for life or even meet your future wife / husband. There is always in store for you. Think about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-8411913036005608098?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/8411913036005608098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/8411913036005608098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/01/future-little-miss-green-archer.html' title='Future Little Miss Green Archer'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3565/3445004625_1b83391a48_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-4337757473340989823</id><published>2011-01-14T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T19:51:40.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>Forever Forgotten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lexfvutLtH1qehv22o1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lexfvutLtH1qehv22o1_500.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't want this to happen on my birthday - in six days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-4337757473340989823?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/4337757473340989823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/4337757473340989823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/01/forever-forgotten.html' title='Forever Forgotten'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-9150074014602699866</id><published>2011-01-09T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T19:03:23.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kick Off 2011 With A New Look</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSmVvr1zLII/AAAAAAAAAxw/EjMaU38Ap0o/s1600/lay.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSmVvr1zLII/AAAAAAAAAxw/EjMaU38Ap0o/s400/lay.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-9150074014602699866?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/9150074014602699866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/9150074014602699866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/01/kick-off-2011-with-new-look.html' title='Kick Off 2011 With A New Look'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSmVvr1zLII/AAAAAAAAAxw/EjMaU38Ap0o/s72-c/lay.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-6144139894285460608</id><published>2011-01-08T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T18:12:25.278+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Standing In The Way Of Control'/><title type='text'>Survive the only way that you know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img1.digitalversus.com/produits/1/9231/1_9231_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://img1.digitalversus.com/produits/1/9231/1_9231_2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Meet my new baby - the Canon Ixus 210! It was last Thursday after school when I received the package Dad sent to me from abroad. Although it's kinda expensive, the price is worth it. If you want high-quality photos and lots of vibrant colors, then go ahead and get this one. But save up first, okey dokey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you an exclusive look of my 2010 and 2011 Belle De Jour Power Planners powered by my new camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSgz-tD0i_I/AAAAAAAAAwo/UkqvApyFa6s/s1600/Picture+0211.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSgz-tD0i_I/AAAAAAAAAwo/UkqvApyFa6s/s400/Picture+0211.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2010 and 2011 BDJ Planners with my Stabilo pens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inside my 2010 Planner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSg1VORqvPI/AAAAAAAAAws/amK9y_2yeWo/s1600/Picture+0051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSg1VORqvPI/AAAAAAAAAws/amK9y_2yeWo/s400/Picture+0051.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miscellaneous pages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSg1ear1iCI/AAAAAAAAAww/BfV1d6-2h9c/s1600/Picture+0041.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSg1ear1iCI/AAAAAAAAAww/BfV1d6-2h9c/s400/Picture+0041.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2010 Wishlist (ADMU, memory card and contacts are still unfulfilled)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSg16zEAqrI/AAAAAAAAAw0/FN1DTPLF5UQ/s1600/Picture+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSg16zEAqrI/AAAAAAAAAw0/FN1DTPLF5UQ/s400/Picture+002.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My customized cover of BDJ 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSg2SRUIb_I/AAAAAAAAAw4/IZM_Qtx41_I/s1600/Picture+013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSg2SRUIb_I/AAAAAAAAAw4/IZM_Qtx41_I/s400/Picture+013.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The last pages of my planner and first week in Cavite during Christmas break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSg2eyiY8PI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Uy1-IHHZVwQ/s1600/Picture+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSg2eyiY8PI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Uy1-IHHZVwQ/s400/Picture+009.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Costumes of seniors during the Family Day held last year and Forever Alone :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSg2-YDr3oI/AAAAAAAAAxA/0iCX4MaELs0/s1600/Picture+024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSg2-YDr3oI/AAAAAAAAAxA/0iCX4MaELs0/s400/Picture+024.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My (fail) drawing of the Rage Guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSg3o0UrJqI/AAAAAAAAAxE/-G7jO2Z71VM/s1600/Picture+022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSg3o0UrJqI/AAAAAAAAAxE/-G7jO2Z71VM/s400/Picture+022.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Planner post for the week of the Bandfest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSg4AcD_WvI/AAAAAAAAAxI/G5VeezCh508/s1600/Picture+018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSg4AcD_WvI/AAAAAAAAAxI/G5VeezCh508/s400/Picture+018.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2011 pages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSg4IU11J_I/AAAAAAAAAxM/Em18ffp33ms/s1600/Picture+019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSg4IU11J_I/AAAAAAAAAxM/Em18ffp33ms/s400/Picture+019.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;First planner post for the current planner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm done with half of my new layout. Just hold on to your horses and wait for the unveiling of the blog's new look!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[The Gossip]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2211616609840365869-6144139894285460608?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/6144139894285460608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/6144139894285460608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/01/survive-only-way-that-you-know.html' title='Survive the only way that you know'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSgz-tD0i_I/AAAAAAAAAwo/UkqvApyFa6s/s72-c/Picture+0211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-6455619691464650334</id><published>2011-01-05T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T18:53:59.890+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stronger'/><title type='text'>Now it's nothing but my way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSRMdlagzUI/AAAAAAAAAwk/aWKWjTalHC4/s400/message.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;In the Facebook message Dad sent me last night, it's clear that he read my status message about not passing the UPCAT. When I didn't see my name on the online list, I didn't cry. Had I not passed DLSU-CET then that would be my definite reaction. I'm still waiting for both ACET and USTET results. I believe that God has a better plan for me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, please let me pass the ACET for several reasons. Not because I want to be in the school of the most intelligent nor the richest. It is because I believe they offer the best education for my career in life. Everybody's saying I won't pass anything. Please don't listen to all the people who doubt my intelligence. I hope you'll unfold this in due time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Intrams for the past two days were so tiring. As much as I don't know how to play patintero, my team managed to win two games. BTW, I'm eating chicken nuggets for dinner. Haha! =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Britney Spears]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-6455619691464650334?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/6455619691464650334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/6455619691464650334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/01/now-its-nothing-but-my-way.html' title='Now it&apos;s nothing but my way'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSRMdlagzUI/AAAAAAAAAwk/aWKWjTalHC4/s72-c/message.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-8441635805307535693</id><published>2011-01-03T18:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T18:25:32.247+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing God'/><title type='text'>Next time you point a finger I'll point you to the mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"You will not pass any college entrance exam because of your below average intelligence. No offense but the top schools are only accepting those people who are good with numbers." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;- a statement directed to me back last year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Those were the most offensive and pathetic words I've ever heard in relation to my college entrance exams. In the previous post, I uploaded a screenshot of my DLSU exam result. I even posted it on my Tumblr page and made a status about it on my Facebook. Surprisingly, I got a lot of likes from schoolmates. Whoever said the above statement should be embarrassed by now. I guess she was shocked to know her words were all the opposite. Let me tell you a little in-the-know: DLSU-CET was the hardest entrance exam ever and the English and Math parts were bloodier than the macabre movies I've watched in my lifetime. In light of this, I didn't expect to pass the exam. The day before the results came out, I saw the green card with the reference number in it. Unfortunately, the numbers were washed away by some form of liquid. It raged me a lot so I planned to make a phone call addressed to the College Admissions Office. The morning came around and I refreshed a gazillion times to be redirected to the .MyLaSalle University Portal. A search form came up and there came a link for forgotten reference numbers. It asked me to fill out my e-mail and when I checked my inbox, it was there. I typed in all of the necessary information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Status: Accepted (1st Choice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screamed when I saw my result. I woke up my sleeping lola and told her about it. My tito suddenly woke up with my presence. Everything rolled around. So far (as I know), all seniors in STC who took up the DLSU-CET got accepted, a repeat of last year's (all 87&amp;nbsp; seniors passed). It was so shocking. Last night, I prayed hard to God; I tossed and turned in my bed the whole night. My mom told me God won't fail to please me. And in the midst of fear, I got a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whoever told me I will not pass any university should be crying in shame by now.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks without Internet access deprived me of real-time updates from the blogosphere and my schoolmates. I wasn't able to access Twitter, Facebook and Tumblr all those times. I registered for a Tweetitow account only to turn out a failure. To add the mess, Globe's signal was poor. So during the times my parents called me up, there were screeches and interruptions in their voices. But through it all, one thing's for sure: the Christmas and New Year vacation at my grandparents' house in Cavite was the best I ever had in a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSGb_hDLEsI/AAAAAAAAAvw/XLZCx04C4WE/s1600/IMG_6059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSGb_hDLEsI/AAAAAAAAAvw/XLZCx04C4WE/s320/IMG_6059.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In this photo (L-R):&lt;/b&gt; Reese, yours truly and Abby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I arrived in Cavite on December 19 at around 2 PM. At 4:30, I joined my cousins Abby and Reese and their parents in attending the luau-themed Christmas party at the Pacific Parkplace. There was the 5 PM mass before the party proper at around 6 PM. After a series of games, a buffet was in place and it was my favorite part. I filled my gurgling stomach with two pieces of Chickenjoy, lechon skin, palabok, rice and softdrinks. Talk about a humongous appetite, haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSGdMc0QoWI/AAAAAAAAAv0/8am30CFgGQg/s1600/IMG_6095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSGdMc0QoWI/AAAAAAAAAv0/8am30CFgGQg/s320/IMG_6095.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby with the lei made from papier mache&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thursday was free for all day. I went swimming with my cousins at the same place. It was freezing even if the sun was shining. But I enjoyed playing with the water somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSGdqRS6rGI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aZReI7idK44/s1600/IMG_6210.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSGdqRS6rGI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aZReI7idK44/s320/IMG_6210.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A snapshot of the Pacific Parkplace pool in color accent effect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSGd7EDkvXI/AAAAAAAAAv8/lQ04ehOXzd0/s1600/IMG_6279.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSGd7EDkvXI/AAAAAAAAAv8/lQ04ehOXzd0/s320/IMG_6279.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pacific Parkplace at sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On Christmas Eve, I went to the aguinaldo mass and had noche buena at my cousins' house nearby. There were lots of eating and talking. On Christmas Day, the whole family was complete. All of us family members spent the day at my grandparents' house.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSGehHrF2-I/AAAAAAAAAwA/PAI11_u3kpc/s1600/IMG_6288.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSGehHrF2-I/AAAAAAAAAwA/PAI11_u3kpc/s320/IMG_6288.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My belated Christmas greeting to all of you! \:D/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fast forward to New Year. The whole family went to La Salette for a Saturday mass and some strolling. What's more without pictures? Warning: humorous photospam for a more revolutionized storytelling!:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSGe58N7C8I/AAAAAAAAAwE/beL9HW0c1Pk/s1600/IMG_6515.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSGe58N7C8I/AAAAAAAAAwE/beL9HW0c1Pk/s320/IMG_6515.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSGfETBQCZI/AAAAAAAAAwI/KnjEkFba9JM/s1600/IMG_6506.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSGfETBQCZI/AAAAAAAAAwI/KnjEkFba9JM/s320/IMG_6506.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSGfQgsqkEI/AAAAAAAAAwM/90KS-5RqGm4/s1600/IMG_6514.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSGfQgsqkEI/AAAAAAAAAwM/90KS-5RqGm4/s320/IMG_6514.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, the last stop of my vacation was SM Mall of Asia. I felt like a kid again when I played with inflatables and burned calories by rocking Timezone. When we entered the Selecta Kid Universe, I dreamed of going to a time portal and return to my five-year old self. It was paradise: Barbies, Sanrio, Polly Pockets and fairytale castles.To cap off the day, I enjoyed a KFC feast with the help of a bucket meal and the super delicioso to the max Double Down. Now here's a series of photos that will show how delirious Reese, Abby and I were:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSGgMZk_VmI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/zTCmLQDRGcc/s1600/IMG_6581.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSGgMZk_VmI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/zTCmLQDRGcc/s320/IMG_6581.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSGgn7cbMiI/AAAAAAAAAwU/o9DIsismNTY/s1600/IMG_6560.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSGgn7cbMiI/AAAAAAAAAwU/o9DIsismNTY/s320/IMG_6560.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSGhPyYbR-I/AAAAAAAAAwY/vBfDJhRJCkg/s1600/IMG_6564.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSGhPyYbR-I/AAAAAAAAAwY/vBfDJhRJCkg/s320/IMG_6564.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSGhZe9yuII/AAAAAAAAAwc/FdL6kLCNtWA/s1600/IMG_6593.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSGhZe9yuII/AAAAAAAAAwc/FdL6kLCNtWA/s320/IMG_6593.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSGhqGfbIeI/AAAAAAAAAwg/s8oJ0CeMUsI/s320/IMG_6557.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Definitely one for the record books. In those lost weeks, I was fiddling with my laptop and completing a story.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;2010 was a great year. There were so many blessings: I met the Sweet 6Teens / Lucky 9 kada, had the best retreat experience ever with my IV-3 lovey dovies, enjoyed my review classes at Gateway, took the Big 4 entrance exams, a position at the Theresian Magazine in my senior year and many more. I'd like to thank the Lord and all the people who made everything possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just keep on cramming ideas down my throat.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;When I came back from Cavite, I heard a new website making waves: threewords.me. I don't know if I should make one or not. Some anonymous user might bash me again. This decision is up to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Paramore]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-8441635805307535693?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/8441635805307535693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/8441635805307535693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/01/next-time-you-point-finger-ill-point.html' title='Next time you point a finger I&apos;ll point you to the mirror'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSGb_hDLEsI/AAAAAAAAAvw/XLZCx04C4WE/s72-c/IMG_6059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-3796992360815434995</id><published>2011-01-03T09:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T09:49:53.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tidbits'/><title type='text'>I passed La Salle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSErLLpm9xI/AAAAAAAAAvM/UKqFu_qPQhs/s1600/lgmh.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="103" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSErLLpm9xI/AAAAAAAAAvM/UKqFu_qPQhs/s400/lgmh.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect to pass the bloodiest entrance exam of the Big 4.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-3796992360815434995?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/3796992360815434995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/3796992360815434995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-passed-la-salle_03.html' title='I passed La Salle!'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TSErLLpm9xI/AAAAAAAAAvM/UKqFu_qPQhs/s72-c/lgmh.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-4016317661248319845</id><published>2010-12-19T10:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T09:47:45.600+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Say What?'/><title type='text'>Blogging Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I can be too conscious when I write online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-4016317661248319845?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/4016317661248319845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/4016317661248319845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2010/12/blogging-confession.html' title='Blogging Confession'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-5631719022599287831</id><published>2010-12-19T10:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T10:35:06.109+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hella Good'/><title type='text'>So let's just keep on dancing</title><content type='html'>As I previously blogged in my last entry, I had a blast at Aly's Christmas / birthday party last Friday. FYI, her actual birthday is today. Before I blogged here, I posted on her wall a birthday message. Now what will you read below is the last Christmas in STC that I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really enjoy last year's Christmas celebration because I headed straight home after school while everyone went out. But this year was different. The whole faculty shocked us with their dance moves to the tunes of the 60's to the 90's while all of us students were screaming our lungs out. However, the food was still the same: Shakey's. Last year, I chose chicken and mojos but was very disappointed with the outcome because I got a miniature leg. This year, I was more satisfied because it was a chicken wing and rice with a softdrink in hand. Speaking of the program in our classroom, it was hilarious and memorable especially Angelica came back from her two-week student exchange program in Japan. We played turn-around games, Bring Me (I was the target of the game in the end) and camwhored with Cheska's SLR. At exactly 11:40, my gang met up at Gate 1 and got picked up by Kath and Kharisse's relative to drop us off at Aly's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at her house, we were welcomed by Aly's mom who was dressing up for her Christmas party. We then had lunch but I wasn't able to eat much because my teeth hurt. After that, we watched &lt;i&gt;Coming Soon&lt;/i&gt; while we shared a bowl of buko salad. The movie was scary but a little over the top due to its gory scenes. We switched the DVD to Dear John when the movie ended but we didn't get to finish it mainly of the reason we were bored and all of us were taking turns in opening our Facebook accounts. After a month or so so, I accepted all of my friend requests except from a stranger. While I was on the comp, my friends were playing Cranium and tuning up the videoke. What's a day without taking pictures? For around 30 minutes we whacked Aly's camera until the battery drained. When everything was settled, we made plans for next year. I got home at around 7:30, tired but happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TQ1trHUu11I/AAAAAAAAAuw/UpuEwofnQug/s1600/65778_186149141399590_100000135156091_770765_3476110_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TQ1trHUu11I/AAAAAAAAAuw/UpuEwofnQug/s320/65778_186149141399590_100000135156091_770765_3476110_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Credits to Aly for the pic)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you Aly (the birthday girl today!), Gelz, Bevz, Kath and Kharisse for rocking my Friday:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my note for you when you check you e-mail: view the Spam folder and you might see a message from your school magazine editor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I was shocked to see Danielle's e-mail in the Spam folder. I read it and it was all about our graduation annual. Beforehand, I was used to deleting messages from the Spam folder without checking the content first. But that thought didn't come around my brain that moment. I viewed the link, messaged our class president via Facebook about it and saved my own copy of the questionaire. Now I'm feeling the perks of being a Theresian Magazine staffer in my senior year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, my news story "Celebrating The Good Times" made the cover page. Gimme a hell yeah! \m/ What a small but rewarding achievement for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In less than four hours, I will be off to Cavite to spend Christmas and New Year with my grandparents and cousins. I am so excited. I just hope there'll be Internet access in there so I could update all of you. Oh, and have I mentioned that the DLSU results will be released on the stroke of midnight of New Year 2011? Let's hope I'll celebrate when the clock strikes 12. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My story blog is under construction, so stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[No Doubt]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-5631719022599287831?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/5631719022599287831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/5631719022599287831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-lets-just-keep-on-dancing.html' title='So let&apos;s just keep on dancing'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TQ1trHUu11I/AAAAAAAAAuw/UpuEwofnQug/s72-c/65778_186149141399590_100000135156091_770765_3476110_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-3501032955276110251</id><published>2010-12-17T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T21:50:33.776+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tidbits'/><title type='text'>December 17, 2010 ♥</title><content type='html'>Today turned out to be one of the best days of my life. After our annual Christmas party in school, I and my friends headed to Aly's house for her advanced birthday celebration / bonding. It was a rockin' afternoon. We watched this macabre horror movie entitled Coming Soon; we didn't get to finish Dear John because we were bored. And throughout the whole day, we took turns in opening our Facebook accounts. Teehee. After a day of yummy food and camwhoring, I got home tired but happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super great day. Plus, a lot of amazing things happened. More details in my next entry. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-3501032955276110251?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/3501032955276110251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/3501032955276110251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-17-2010.html' title='December 17, 2010 ♥'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-1633662080514244372</id><published>2010-12-12T07:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T16:33:34.245+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Merry Christmas Kiss My Ass'/><title type='text'>I hate that mistletoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am loving every chapter of Dante Aligheri's classic &lt;i&gt;Inferno&lt;/i&gt;. These past few days were heaven in English class because we discussed all the sinners and their respective punishments. Imagine walking backwards and your head is tilted to the back or wearing lead robes. Want more sleazy scenarios? You're in a pool of excrement (major grossness) and you're being chased and coiled by the serpents. Now that is hell. It's not just the hell we all imagined where the sinners burn in engulfing flames. In fact, Dante made it more resplendent: the details aren't vague and for everyone to imagine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In January of the current year, I made my birthday wishlist. Now this time, I'll be posting my magnificent "in your dreams" Christmas wishlist. Click on the photo for a high-resolution version.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1688123219"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1688123220"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TQNY9oyZS8I/AAAAAAAAAto/V5ZM90iiBMA/s1600/christmaswishlist.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TQNY9oyZS8I/AAAAAAAAAto/V5ZM90iiBMA/s640/christmaswishlist.jpg" width="384" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This year, I want a lovely Jansport backpack, a tres chic Juicy Couture bag, a copy of &lt;i&gt;The Perks of Being a Wallflower &lt;/i&gt;(I've heard it's a good read) and a Nokia C3 Touch and Type.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My wishlist is very impeccable but it's a long term process of getting all. I would have to wait for graduation and my 17th birthday this January to get (hopefully) some of these. I almost forgot to mention that it took an hour for me to come up with the Polaroid-styled Christmas wishlist? Thank you, Adobe Photoshop CS4 Portable. Using this version isn't a pain in the fanny after all because it takes up less than a gigabyte. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Right now, what are you feeling? Check this out from my &lt;a href="http://teenagedragqueen.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt; page:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ld7nwgyfBi1qbobg8o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ld7nwgyfBi1qbobg8o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll answer "like a plastic bag" because I don't fly like a G6 nor wake up in the morning feeling like P.Diddy. Hihi :)) Moving on, I'm excited for the last week of 2010. On Friday, my kada will be going to Aly's house for her Christmas party. And on Saturday, along with Tito Dilts we'll be heading to Cavite where my dad's parents and sister's family live. I'm eager to see my cousins and grandparents again. It feels so great to spend Christmas with all of them. I really wish my dad and mom can spend the holiday with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All Time Low, you made my ears tillitate with your Christmas song. The only thing I didn't like about it is the swear words. You really made my day yesterday when I heard your song because it's amazing and funny at the same time. Now so much for holiday cheating!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DY6KVcJDhag?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&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/DY6KVcJDhag?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="360" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[All Time Low]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-1633662080514244372?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/1633662080514244372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/1633662080514244372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-that-mistletoe.html' title='I hate that mistletoe'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TQNY9oyZS8I/AAAAAAAAAto/V5ZM90iiBMA/s72-c/christmaswishlist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-7335475769870547436</id><published>2010-12-06T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T20:55:33.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tidbits'/><title type='text'>Rest Day Doesn't Mean I Ain't Gonna Blog.</title><content type='html'>Tumblr's down the whole day today and it sucks. I spent my time browsing upgrades for my Windows XP desktop, checking out people on Facebook and updating my life in 140 characters via Tweetdeck. So how was my retreat, anyway? I enjoyed it so much. My classmates are the freakin' best. Last year I slept in my dorm room feeling lonely. But last weekend, I slept at around 2:30 AM already because I was chatting with my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the new Facebook profile. Can you imagine seeing someone's relationship status right in your very own eyes? Yikes. Now how can you see the photos of someone you've been "following" if you're gonna see all those juicy details about him / her? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna post more sweet stories next time when I'm free. If last year my retreat entry was entitled "One Less Lonely Girl", this year's not gonna be about loneliness. It's gonna be about how I spend one of the best days of 2010 with the class who cared so much about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Let's say hello to my new section Tidbits which features short summaries of my not-so-mediocre life :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-7335475769870547436?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/7335475769870547436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/7335475769870547436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2010/12/rest-day-doesnt-mean-i-aint-gonna-blog.html' title='Rest Day Doesn&apos;t Mean I Ain&apos;t Gonna Blog.'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-1287685301906957105</id><published>2010-12-04T03:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T03:50:56.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retreat</title><content type='html'>Today is our retreat, the last ever as a Theresian. A year ago, I chronicled here the story of &lt;a href="http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-less-lonely-girl.html"&gt;how it turned out to be a disaster&lt;/a&gt; because I felt uncomfortable for there were enemies and plastics in sight. Instead of relaxation, I felt restlessness evident from not showing teeny-weeny shades of happiness and calmness the whole Friday and Saturday. I remember heading straight to Robinsons Pioneer with my mom as soon as I arrived in school and in the taxi I blurted out every horrible detail of the activity. When we finally arrived home some two to three hours later, I lied on the sofa and wrecked my mind with all the shenanigans I didn't expect to happen. Imagine that, you go to school excited for your retreat only to return home with emotions of regret and dissatisfaction. Nevertheless, I say to myself that this year will catch its wave. Our class is the last to go to Tagaytay and experience one of the major highlights of senior year complete with a bonfire, lots of letter-writing, games and five meals in a day. What's more with an overnight with classmates? Now that feels like a humongous slumber party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful November came to a close in a good manner compared to the last five years. I guess the "November Curse" is over.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No one can make you feel inferior without your consent. - Eleanor Roosevelt&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-1287685301906957105?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/1287685301906957105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/1287685301906957105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2010/12/retreat.html' title='Retreat'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-3178527726016293054</id><published>2010-11-29T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T19:49:36.239+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Say What?'/><title type='text'>Yo single people, I'mma let you finish but...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;A  world where everyone has a boyfriend or girlfriend is not real life.  Many people graduate high school without ever having a girlfriend or  boyfriend. &lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wiki.answers.com/Q/Is_it_ok_if_you_don%27t_have_a_boyfriend_at_age_12#ixzz16fg3FxeO" style="color: #003399;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-3178527726016293054?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/3178527726016293054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/3178527726016293054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2010/11/yo-single-people-imma-let-you-finish.html' title='Yo single people, I&apos;mma let you finish but...'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-2303009757797776300</id><published>2010-11-27T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T23:34:59.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Only Girl (In The World)'/><title type='text'>Forget about the world cuz it’s gon’ be me and you tonight</title><content type='html'>I want you to make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***On a lighter note, I'd like to thank &lt;a href="http://vannice95.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nice&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for receiving the Versatile Blogger Award and giving it back to me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Rihanna]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-2303009757797776300?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/2303009757797776300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/2303009757797776300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2010/11/forget-about-world-cuz-its-gon-be-me.html' title='Forget about the world cuz it’s gon’ be me and you tonight'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-1556262011164542623</id><published>2010-11-26T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T20:52:37.975+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Facts'/><title type='text'>Fact #001</title><content type='html'>I don't give out my YM except to close friends only. I used to accept friend requests on Facebook right away but now I add up only people I know. I have a lot of pending follower requests on Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I'll accept all of your requests as soon as possible particularly during the Christmas break. I'm just too fed up with a lot of things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-1556262011164542623?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/1556262011164542623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/1556262011164542623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2010/11/fact-001.html' title='Fact #001'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-6418909083236689558</id><published>2010-11-20T19:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T19:42:25.178+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>The Candydoll Files Is A "Versatile Blog!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1446607493"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghGAwUBQVOY/TOEqNY7R1RI/AAAAAAAADzM/Pd7wQ60nigw/s320/versatile_blogger_award.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://shadecircles.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Nadine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;gave me this special award - a very first for The Candydoll Files! I'd like to thank her for this honor. Now I feel like winning an Oscar for Best Actress!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;To accept the Versatile Blogger Award there are some rules to follow:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;1. Thank and link back the person who gave you the award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;2. Share 7 things about yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;3. Pass it along to 7 blogs you've recently discovered and enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;4. Leave your recipients a note, telling them about the award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;So here are some seven teeny facts about me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;This blog was originally named Glittery and Candi-coated.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;I dislike American Idol. Sorry to all fans but I think David Archie is the most overrated Idol contestant ever. I find him more over than Bieber. &amp;nbsp;He's one of the runner-ups on Earth I cannot stand because he's getting more attention than he deserves. I guess he's being overtaken now by other Idol contestants (especially Lambert although I'm not really a fan of his).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;I like Quinn Fabray more than Rachel Berry, Blair Waldorf more than Serena van der Woodsen and Brooke Davis more than Peyton Sawyer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;I hate tween stars here in the Philippines. Looking at the tween actresses make me want to form a loveteam with a hot guy or try to look like them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;Back in fifth grade, I only have one staple fashion outfit: a hoodie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;I suddenly took an interest in posing for the camera when I was in first year HS. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;Sometimes I want to turn my Windows XP desktop into a Mac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;So to these seven amazing bloggers, you're receiving this award courtesy of yours truly! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vannice95.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nice&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(vannice95.blogspot.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://stupify5.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pearl&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(stupify5.blogspot.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://chaoticwonderland.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ica&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(chaoticwonderland.blogspot.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekhays.blogspot.com/"&gt;Khay&lt;/a&gt; (thekhays.blogspot.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://therottendoll.info/"&gt;Shekinah&lt;/a&gt; (therottendoll.info)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thyaudaciousness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ching&lt;/a&gt; (thyaudaciousness.blogspot.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://star-drops.info/"&gt;HellaMay&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(star-drops.info)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-6418909083236689558?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/6418909083236689558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/6418909083236689558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2010/11/candydoll-files-is-versatile-blog.html' title='The Candydoll Files Is A &quot;Versatile Blog!&quot;'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghGAwUBQVOY/TOEqNY7R1RI/AAAAAAAADzM/Pd7wQ60nigw/s72-c/versatile_blogger_award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-5509699490149526574</id><published>2010-11-16T16:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T16:49:09.950+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheater Cheater Bestfriend Eater'/><title type='text'>You’re the type of girl that texts all day and talks all night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I have no classes today. Usually when school's out, I'm not in the blogging mood. However today, I have this overwhelming feeling of typing about my random thoughts. Forgive me if I labeled this after my current LSS / favorite NeverShoutNever song. I've been thinking about two things: the quote "be careful what you wish for" and my entrance exam results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I shall begin with the quote. I've been reading Alexandra Potter's book of the same title for two consecutive days now and I'm enjoying it. At some points I wished for a heather to be my answer to all of my problems just like the main character of the story. After receiving a heather from a gypsy, suddenly her bad hair days stop and she gets all of her wishes. But I'm not at the climax of the book yet since I'm halfway through the story. So far, it's worth the read.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If Heather Hamilton made a lot of wishes and all of them came true, then how about me? Let me tell you some of my wishes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish to be skinny.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish to be a millionaire who never ran out of cash.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish I'm living in a very posh mansion at the elite villages of Manila.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish my height is 5'4" (I stand at approximately 5'1" 1/2 - 5'2" JSYK).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish to ditch my glasses forever and ever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish I was a natural-born brain who doesn't need studying to get excellent grades in school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish I'm friends with the populars and Queen Bees.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish I'm a teen celebrity so I could have 100,000+ Facebook fans and Twitter followers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish all the people I'm following on Tumblr and Twitter will follow me back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish everyone in the world will say "You're so pretty!" to me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish no one will bully / ridicule me anymore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish everyone likes me (translation: I wish I have no haters like the others).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Judging what you've read above, I desperately need a genie lamp. I'm the total opposite of all these things. A lot of girls my age have the same wishes as mine. Theirs is a little bit more superficial and cliche: be fashion models, marry Justin Bieber, have a walking closet with all designer clothes and be hailed as the most beautiful girl in the world. Yes, I want to be beautiful not because I want to be worldwide famous but for the sake of boosting my self-esteem. No, I won't marry a celebrity but an ordinary guy who has God-given qualities and oozing charisma would be perfectly fine. And fashion model? Not everyone in the world is destined to be one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why I wished for everyone to follow me back on Twitter? I know a lot of schoolmates who get followed back by every girl on campus who has an account. I'm following a dozen schoolmates and only half of them are following me back (particularly close batchmates). Jeez, I guess I'm not that popular enough to have bees in my microblogging honey. On Tumblr, I don't know if "the blog who gets followed back by everyone" is existent. Probably not. I think I'm exaggerating at this thought. I bet &lt;a href="http://fashionfever.tumblr.com/"&gt;Fashion Fever&lt;/a&gt; (a really great Tumblr dedicated to fashion) is following blogs but not all of them are returning the favor. You'll be the judge to this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I longed to be a teen star not in Hollywood but here in my very own country. Back when I was 9, I hated programs featuring kids because I desperately wanted to be a child star. But as I grew up, I learned to enjoy watching little tykes on TV and movies because I'm not in their league anymore. I don't envy the girls my age who appear on foreign TV shows and movies because they don't look anything like me. (sarcastic laugh) But here in the Philippines, sigh. I imagine the Pinoy teen stars who are all over TV these days: skyrocketing ratings of their drama soaps and youth-oriented shows, interviews in the hottest gossip TV programs, having a über-cute guy as their loveteam partner, always on the cover of Candy Magazine and everyone gushes how beautiful you are. All the things absent in an ordinary girl like me. But in several articles I've read, there's always the disadvantages of being one. Number one, the paparazzi hurls their cameras on every little thing you do. Number two, the moment you do something dirty you get bashed by tabloids and fans turn back on you. Number three and most importantly, you have to be highly conscious of your looks and look young to be eye-catching. Maybe there's still a lot of reasons why I should be happy I'm not a celebrity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I personally don't know anyone who doesn't have haters. Whoever that person is, I shall give him/her an award for "Universally Loved Person". But I guess he/she doesn't exist. Whether it's Formspring or face-to-face, there's always someone who'll put me down and insult every little thing that defines me. I hate the fact there are people who compare me to others only because I don't fit their standards. Plus, there are those who'll say "I hate you" on the Internet and appear as anonymous. Ten years later, when I'm on the top of the success ladder, I'll face each one of them and say, &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Look at what you did. You laughed at me and doubted my abilities when I was a nobody. Now I'm a somebody, what happened to your pettiness? Did it made you better persons?" &lt;/i&gt;Lesson of the story: put down someone and you'll feel the bad karma one day. You cannot please everybody. One more thing: each one of us has been called "ugly" at least once in his/her lifetime. It isn't worth the wish of swapping faces with a pretty girl / handsome guy because even so there'll be still people who'll speak out their envy and insecurity against you. Most of all, there will always be prettier and uglier people than you.&amp;nbsp;It's okay to be insecure but remember that it doesn't last forever and don't use that reason to put down others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've had enough with the "be careful what you wish for" thing. I'll talk about the upcoming entrance exam results. I took the Big 4 exams: UP, UST, ADMU and DLSU. I am very about this. I don't want to fail in any of these exams especially UP and ADMU because these two are my priority schools. I pray to God every night telling him to give me a chance to study in these two schools because I believe I have a bright future ahead of me and it would be a place for me to pursue my communication studies. It hurts to hear a lot of doubts by some schoolmates. One said, &lt;i&gt;"How will you pass Ateneo and UP if your grades aren't as great as the outstanding students'? You're sure to pass nothing!" &lt;/i&gt;Ironically for her, it's either UP, UST or nothing. Best of luck to the person who said this. I've read several stories that the average students passed ACET and UPCAT while the expected sure-passers aka the honor roll students didn't manage to qualify. So to all of the people who said I'll fail all of my entrance exams: grades won't measure your intelligence. A lot of non-honor roll / average students did the impossible of being admitted to the top 2 universities of the country. Don't judge a person by his/her academic performance. Who knows, the lowest-ranked person in the batch might pass Big 4. Not kidding about this because it happens in real-life. Like the wise men always say, nothing is impossible. God blesses the people who are being rejected / doubted and punishes those who exalt themselves and put down others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[NeverShoutNever]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-5509699490149526574?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/5509699490149526574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/5509699490149526574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2010/11/youre-type-of-girl-that-texts-all-day.html' title='You’re the type of girl that texts all day and talks all night'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-4880837083563989284</id><published>2010-11-14T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T21:14:41.855+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not Like the Movies'/><title type='text'>I didn't feel the fairytale feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A few things why I changed the blog name to The Candydoll Files:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Candydoll Domination&lt;/i&gt; seems inappropriate for this online journal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Candydoll Files&lt;/i&gt; documents my life, not how I dominate the world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last week has been very wonderful. Last Saturday I was at Elai's to spend a weekend with her family and to attend her little brother's first birthday in Max's Quezon Avenue. It has been a long time since I visited her because we were both busy with our schoolworks. I really enjoyed the party because there was a lot of food, photo op and childhood nostalgia. Back at home, we talked a lot of random things and she gave me a lot of friendly advice. I'm so blessed to have a friend like her who's sensible and cares so much. During the party, we played around her dad's ala-SLR Canon Powershot camera. We felt like professional photographers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The KASAMAHAN session held on November 4 was one for the record books. Number one, it's the first time since February when the whole batch gathered together for the day. Number two, it turned out to be The Candice Leocadio Show. No, I'm not talking of my own TV program. Thanks to KASAMAHAN, I have morphed into a celebrity almost overnight. It all started on the day before the said session. Several classmates messaged me if they could grab some of my Facebook photos. I agreed since they'll do it for educational purposes. Approximately fifteen hours later, I was on the giant screen of the historical HS Covered Court and in the eyes of 293 (minus myself) Theresian seniors and 10+ teachers. I was covering my face with a hanky the whole time while everyone was staring and laughing at me. Now I guess that when I leave STC, everyone will recognize me as "the girl who threw rice in a video featuring her vain photos".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It turned out later on that Sir Zaraspe (my Economics teacher) is partially responsible for The Candice Leocadio Show. &amp;nbsp;During our forum with a farmer in the IMC, he approached me and gave me a CD. I gave him a questioning look and asked, &lt;i&gt;"Sir, ano po ito?" &lt;/i&gt;Sir Zaraspe replied, "This is your CD!" What the heck. I guess I'll watch this video when I turn 25. Thank Sir ZOMG for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My computer underwent a reformat last night and now I'm in a whole new PC environment. Now I have to carry the burden of converting 500+ songs from YouTube to the comfort of my own home. To sum it all up, I have to re-download 50+ fonts, Plants vs. Zombies, Adobe Photoshop CS3, Photoscape and all of my Tumblr photos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is my FML story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Katy Perry]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-4880837083563989284?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/4880837083563989284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/4880837083563989284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-didnt-feel-fairytale-feeling.html' title='I didn&apos;t feel the fairytale feeling'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-6380545692816087566</id><published>2010-11-14T07:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T07:54:26.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, new layout!</title><content type='html'>Finally, after weeks of procrastination, I gave my blog a whole new look. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-6380545692816087566?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/6380545692816087566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/6380545692816087566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2010/11/hello-new-layout.html' title='Hello, new layout!'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-7728483463868932908</id><published>2010-11-04T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T23:39:41.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Say What?'/><title type='text'>Whoa.</title><content type='html'>It's possible to unfollow someone in Blogspot? I thought it is only Tumblr that makes the "negative sign" button infamous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-7728483463868932908?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/7728483463868932908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/7728483463868932908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2010/11/whoa.html' title='Whoa.'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-4467565555480059268</id><published>2010-11-04T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T23:36:10.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dark Wood of Error</title><content type='html'>Dante Aligheri's &lt;i&gt;Inferno&lt;/i&gt; is definitely the most bizarre book I've ever read. It's not a children's book. You have to read a canto (chapter) about ten times to get the picture. But you know what I like about Dante? He's very witty with the way he writes. No one came up with a masterpiece like that before he did. A lot of people said he's a better writer than Shakespeare. Too bad he's underrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending the last 27 minutes of Thursday blogging this simple entry. I'll be out from the cyberworld up until Saturday afternoon because I'll be going somewhere. KASAMAHAN today was a clear picture to me that I want PALIHAN back. It was great to see the whole batch together again. Now I'm looking forward for November 17 when all of us will be trying our hands in farming. Hello, mud puddles and striking sunlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-4467565555480059268?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/4467565555480059268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/4467565555480059268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2010/11/dark-wood-of-error.html' title='The Dark Wood of Error'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-1473450892236483721</id><published>2010-11-02T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T19:39:00.383+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>Happy First Birthday, Tumblr!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TM1v1Uk4E5I/AAAAAAAAAsg/nnWUTRKhWic/s1600/2026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TM1v1Uk4E5I/AAAAAAAAAsg/nnWUTRKhWic/s1600/2026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once upon a time, I was @lilmissdramaaa and I only had 100 followers. This screenshot was captured on January of this year. Back then, I was a neophyte to this microblogging website named Tumblr. Back then, Facebook, Twitter and Blogspot were my only Internet hangouts. But how did my life in the like-and-reblog universe began? It's traced back to October 28, 2009, the day my Tumblelog with seven URL changes was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several Theresians already owned an account when I first started. Before the fateful October day, I created a Tumblr five times then deleted my blog after five dashing minutes. In the beginning, I thought Tumblr isn't very easy to use and it's just a competitor to blogging platforms LiveJournal and Xanga. After several times, I struck gold when I named my blog as &lt;b&gt;@candicecandice&lt;/b&gt;. Well, duh. It's my Tumblr, I'm Candice and I own it. Now I'm David Karp. What was the next step? I followed my schoolmates and reblogged their most recent posts. I checked out Teentalk's Tumblr thread and followed them. It was the onset of the infamous Tumblarity when I made an account. I was stuck with zilch. I clicked the link. After a week of Tumblring, I was shocked to see that I only had two followers. What did I do? I keep on following and reblogging. So the flock of followers came along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on Tumblr I discovered Rage Guy, Forever Alone, Okay Guy and all the fantastic indie bands. I shared my layout-tweaking skills there. I earned more friends and gained the interest of people who like the same things as mine. I learned the decorum of blogging. I gained and lost followers. I got reblogged and posted original things with notes as a bonus. I encountered several issues such as the much-hated "Tumblr Famous" label (of course there's none). I found out what it's like to have anons on Tumblr Ask and they leave you all these messages of insecurity and envy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I was envious of the Tumblr users who have 1000 followers. A year later, 1200+ people have my posts on their dashboards. The secret? Follow interesting blogs, post great stuff, be friendly, share your talents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to my Tumblelog. You're thebest. Thanks for all of the entertainment! &amp;gt;:D&amp;lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-1473450892236483721?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/1473450892236483721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/1473450892236483721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-first-birthday-tumblr.html' title='Happy First Birthday, Tumblr!'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TM1v1Uk4E5I/AAAAAAAAAsg/nnWUTRKhWic/s72-c/2026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-2623166436659001022</id><published>2010-10-30T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T11:52:49.217+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Say You Don&apos;t Want It'/><title type='text'>The big screens, the plastic-made dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;October 23 was the final Family Day of my life as a Theresian. It turned out to be the most memorable day I ever had for this kind of event. Aside from considering this as my last performance in our annual dance production, it was the first time I didn't go straight home after the dance. In fact, I spent the whole afternoon with &amp;nbsp;the Lucky 9. It was a great day. My money headed to Foodtown - Chicken McDo, penne pasta, Milo and lemonade. What could I decribe about this? Oh wow, yummy! Along with my friends, we strolled around the HS Department and had a lengthy chit-chat at the Prep area. I went home at around 6 PM with a smile glued on my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The next day was my DLSU-CET. A lot of people who took the test ahead of me commented that it was a combination of UPCAT/ACET/USTET and the most difficult exam they've ever taken. When I woke up that Sunday morning, a feeling of excitement and nervousness rose upon me. I felt excited because I'll be entering the plush environment of De La Salle University. However, I was nervous because I didn't want to experience mental block while taking the test. After four grueling hours, I survived the exam. Boy, it was more difficult than UPCAT but tolerable. Some of the Trigonometry items weren't taught in class yet (sine pi, etc.). &amp;nbsp;But at least I got to answer a lot of the items that appeared in the exam.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sembreak was boring because I did nothing but surf the Internet, download and watch movies. For this week alone, I downloaded &lt;i&gt;The Little Rascals, Jeux d'Enfants, My Girl, The Chipmunk Adventure&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Gross Anatomy&lt;/i&gt;. Just a little fact: I haven't watched &lt;i&gt;The Chipmunk Adventure&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Gross Anatomy &lt;/i&gt;since I was five years old. Simply put, I last saw these fantastic movies thirteen years ago. Thanks to BitTorrent and The Pirate Bay, I was able to watch these films again. Now I feel like it's 1999 all over.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TMuVHUUTQqI/AAAAAAAAAsc/UWh9xL7fPxA/s1600/The.Little.Rascals.1994.XviD.DvdRip.avi_000100683.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TMuVHUUTQqI/AAAAAAAAAsc/UWh9xL7fPxA/s400/The.Little.Rascals.1994.XviD.DvdRip.avi_000100683.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear Darla, I hate your stinking guts. You make me vomit. You're a scum between my toes. Love, Alfalfa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you were my kids, I'd punish you!&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;If we were YOUR kids, we'd punish ourselves!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;[One Night Only]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-2623166436659001022?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/2623166436659001022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/2623166436659001022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2010/10/big-screens-plastic-made-dreams.html' title='The big screens, the plastic-made dreams'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TMuVHUUTQqI/AAAAAAAAAsc/UWh9xL7fPxA/s72-c/The.Little.Rascals.1994.XviD.DvdRip.avi_000100683.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-3003161227308823966</id><published>2010-10-28T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T20:37:09.361+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Can-work'/><title type='text'>Little Miss Theresian, Candice-fied</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TMltCbulAhI/AAAAAAAAAr4/c89ySC-q_qA/s1600/colored.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TMltCbulAhI/AAAAAAAAAr4/c89ySC-q_qA/s400/colored.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I haven't posted a single artwork here for about four months already. Now it's time for me to show my latest masterpiece - this time it's different from the works I previously posted. This is the first time I colored my artwork using Adobe Photoshop CS3. It took me about 45 minutes to color the whole thing. If you're going to use Photoshop for the coloring, then I advise you to be very patient because all the time will be worth it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Today is the first birthday of my Tumblr site&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://teenagedragqueen.tumblr.com/"&gt;@teenagedragqueen&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;/b&gt;I'll be making a post about it soon!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-3003161227308823966?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/3003161227308823966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/3003161227308823966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2010/10/little-miss-theresian-candice-fied.html' title='Little Miss Theresian, Candice-fied'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TMltCbulAhI/AAAAAAAAAr4/c89ySC-q_qA/s72-c/colored.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-1823719103372860358</id><published>2010-10-24T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T20:12:51.027+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Say What?'/><title type='text'>#04 Sidenotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TMQas8tHpmI/AAAAAAAAAr0/-CPT1t5prAo/s1600/photobooth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TMQas8tHpmI/AAAAAAAAAr0/-CPT1t5prAo/s320/photobooth.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;See those girls in campus who have a rockin' social life, gorgeous looks, 100-ized grades and a hot jock boyfriend? Hell no, they ain't perfect. You just don't know their insecurities and problems.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I do when I'm bored - Photobooth!Yeah, I love taking photos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I'm not the prettiest teenager on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I'm not one of our STC Batch 2011's 100 Prettiest Girls.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I don't get 18957573 notes when I post a picture of myself on Tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I've been single since birth.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I suck at conic sections and logarithms.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I'm not filthy rich like Paris Hilton and Blair Waldorf.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if you think my nose resembles a pretty tomato.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I want to be a billionaire so freakin' bad as Bruno Mars says so.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if you think I'm pretty without any makeup on like Katy Perry.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if you think I'm ugly, I'm not awesome and I'm a loser.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if you think I should get a life.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if you think I'm dumber than a grain of rice.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I never got drunk at a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all of the sorry's I made, one thing's for sure: &lt;b&gt;I'm not perfect. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you think I'm not good enough. There are a million people out there in the world who will open their hearts and minds in realizing who I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-1823719103372860358?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/1823719103372860358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/1823719103372860358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2010/10/04-sidenotes.html' title='#04 Sidenotes'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TMQas8tHpmI/AAAAAAAAAr0/-CPT1t5prAo/s72-c/photobooth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-7407610727141207737</id><published>2010-10-16T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T18:11:58.619+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Check Yes Juliet'/><title type='text'>Run baby run</title><content type='html'>I could say that this week has been very great especially yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really enjoy the OJE in GMA Network Center last Monday. Some of the people there were snobby to us. However, I learned a lot from the reporter who gave us a talk on broadcast journalism and the tour guide was very friendly to us. The light part of the day was the picture-taking with some TV personalities including a DJ from 97.1 WLS FM. I think I'm not the only one who didn't savor the experience because some did, too. As for the girls who went to Mowell Fund, it's a long and funny story especially with the Machete thing which made me hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was bonding time with the Lucky 9 girls. In fact, we six girls have another group name - the Sweet Six Teens. Our kada anniversary as Lucky 9 is on August 28 while SST is on October 15, St. Teresa of Avila (our school patroness)' feast day.&amp;nbsp; Kath, Gelz, Aly, Kharisse, Bev, Aly's little sister and I went to KFC Banawe to have a merienda. We had a great hour photospamming using Aly's digicam and planning for Family Day and sembreak. Man, I'm so excited for the days ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TLl4Xs-3iZI/AAAAAAAAArs/C4fb5g63fIs/s1600/hifriends.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TLl4Xs-3iZI/AAAAAAAAArs/C4fb5g63fIs/s320/hifriends.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We're the brand new KFC endorsers! Too bad Bev didn't endorse her crispy fries :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top: (L-R) Yours truly with the spoon and fork, Kath with the fries (?), Kharisse with the Krusher&lt;br /&gt;Botton: (L-R) Aly with the Pepsi, Gelz with the chicken and java rice meal, Bev and her signature pose :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've signed up for Nuffnang last week and I'm glad CD reaches about 20 visitors or more daily. But the purpose of my registration in the site is to earn money from my online journal entries. I hope I can reach the P2000 minimum cashout anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I labeled this entry from We The Kings' smash hit because the IV-3 / IV-1 band Countdown performed it yesterday for their Bandfest auditions. They were so freakin' amazing especially they made a remix of the song and Thunder by Boys Like Girls. The crowd went crazy for them and the judges had stars in their eyes! I am 100% sure they'll make it to the February 4, 2011 event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DLSU-CET on the 24th, the day AFTER Family Day. Three down, one to go. And I can wait patiently for the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[We The Kings]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-7407610727141207737?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/7407610727141207737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/7407610727141207737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2010/10/run-baby-run.html' title='Run baby run'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TLl4Xs-3iZI/AAAAAAAAArs/C4fb5g63fIs/s72-c/hifriends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-4922566115385098898</id><published>2010-10-10T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T10:31:51.796+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Might Like You Better'/><title type='text'>Might like you better</title><content type='html'>This is a repost of my blog entry yesterday. I decided to remove the tag because I don't think it was worth it. Plus, I think the facts I posted were too cheesy :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TLEZmE9vk-I/AAAAAAAAArk/Tyu_-F8EIl0/s1600/DSC03306+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TLEZmE9vk-I/AAAAAAAAArk/Tyu_-F8EIl0/s320/DSC03306+copy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Peace, Love, Faith&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photographer and Model: Yours Truly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I got the ballers through Facebook when I saw a tagged photo of me with the baller collection in it. There were four: Shut Up, I'm Saying It Nicely (white), Peace Love Faith (pink, the one I own), our school motto (blue) and Edward Loves Theresians (black). The next day, Dani asked me if I would want to order one of the ballers. I replied that I will get the pink one. On Friday, she brought the bulk order of all ballers and I got the pink one. It was worth the P95 with its flexible design and über-chic print.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TLEcKIqE_bI/AAAAAAAAAro/DzduJ99QWwc/s1600/baller.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TLEcKIqE_bI/AAAAAAAAAro/DzduJ99QWwc/s320/baller.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have love written on my arms. Yay!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This week marked the kickoff of ICM's centennial celebration. As of this writing, it is 10/10/10! I think this day is historic because this date is once-in-a-lifetime and will never be in the calendars again. Last Wednesday was our torch ceremony. Although I didn't like the environmental condition of the GS Lawn because the grass was wet and the sunlight was piercing our eyesight, it was a quintessential ceremony. The performers all did well including the members of the school's maintenance personnel. The costumes were striking, the performers danced like gazelles and everything was well-prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was memorable. Have you felt the feeling of meeting a well-known person or someone who is in the family tree of an influential individual? I have. Our class visited the ICM exhibit held in the De Meester Residence. There was hella a lot of memorabilia in there - t-shirts, souvenir programs, old photos and AVPs commemorating the 100 years of ICM's existence in the Philippines. I met a lot of nuns too. And while visiting the AVP room, I met someone I couldn't believe I'll ever have an opportunity to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Myriam De Meester, Mother Marie Louise De Meester's (ICM Founder) &lt;i&gt;great-grandniece.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I greeted her and she said so many words of wisdom to me. She shook hands with me and I was awed with her kindness and hospitality. All of a sudden, I felt the honor to have walked inside the AVP room and have this sparkling opportunity to shake hands with a family member of a person who changed the world. Wow! There were stars in my eyes. In my opinion, I'd rather meet someone like her than a celebrity who's always in the tabloids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the same day, I found out my OJE (on the job exposure) venue for the communication arts group. I was somewhat disappointed when I learned our group will be going to GMA Network Center tomorrow. I only know 5% of the talent center while in ABS-CBN I know 95% of them. To add the pressure, all 23 of us will have to pay P120 for the studio tour fee. I might even not recognize any of the celebrities except the obviously-famous ones (like Marian and Dingdong). But if we'll meet the news team, it'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for our musical play to be presented in November. Guess what? I'm going to play as the evil stepmother in a Cinderella/Anastasia clash musical. I think it'll be my second time to play as a villain; my monologue as The Fates for our Greek mythology presentation was the first. I'll be the exact opposite - bitchy, devillish and someone who'll make your life a living hell. Speaking of hell, I'm reading &lt;i&gt;Inferno &lt;/i&gt;by Dante for English already. Man, I can't understand the text. Social life? I'm excited for Family Day, the 26th and the 28th. I'll be with my Lucky 9 friends! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'm obsessed with the Forever Alone meme. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mI8BYlP2-gY/TJLliVl3wmI/AAAAAAAAEiQ/HhoSCeBvFko/s1600/forever+alone+face.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mI8BYlP2-gY/TJLliVl3wmI/AAAAAAAAEiQ/HhoSCeBvFko/s320/forever+alone+face.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I know that Forever Alone meme. It's a crying potato!" &lt;/i&gt;- Sam during CWJ class :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[Amanda Blank]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-4922566115385098898?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/4922566115385098898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/4922566115385098898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2010/10/might-like-you-better.html' title='Might like you better'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TLEZmE9vk-I/AAAAAAAAArk/Tyu_-F8EIl0/s72-c/DSC03306+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-6627597527822185483</id><published>2010-10-06T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T17:45:39.477+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misery'/><title type='text'>So let me be and I'll set you free</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9dt121BZK1qds4jao1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9dt121BZK1qds4jao1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;My favorite Internet meme collection (from left to right): Okay, Troll Face, Rage Guy, Forever Alone and Fck Yea. Thank you Tumblr for introducing me to all these faces of hysteria and random stupidity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm LSS-ed over Maroon 5's Misery. Great song but I don't advise you to watch the music video. It's kind of R-18ish for me. Haha! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Maroon 5]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/2211616609840365869-6627597527822185483?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/6627597527822185483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/6627597527822185483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-let-me-be-and-ill-set-you-free.html' title='So let me be and I&apos;ll set you free'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-1529516151496437215</id><published>2010-10-03T06:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T18:55:29.881+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awesome People'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thyaudaciousness.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;http://thyaudaciousness.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: normal;"&gt;This is one of the best bloggers I've ever known. She's also one of my blogging buddies. It all started when Ching (the owner of the blog) followed me on Twitter and we began mentioning each other in our tweets. It so happened that a few weeks ago Ching's blog was featured as Blogger of the Month.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I recommend you to read her blog - you'll be tantalized with her blog entries. Plus, she likes to read a lot of books too like me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;***This is my first feature of the "Awesome People" section. I'll be featuring more bloggers soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-1529516151496437215?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/1529516151496437215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/1529516151496437215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2010/10/httpthyaudaciousness.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-8122390340365902466</id><published>2010-10-02T20:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T18:57:57.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halfway Home'/><title type='text'>It needs a gentle hand to call it home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;As you might have noticed, the comment form is off. Why? Since I'm tied up with schoolwork these days and I don't get to check out my blog everyday, I don't get to reply to all of your comments. However, I'd like to thank everyone who commented on my posts because I truly appreciate it. The "comments off" feature won't be for good - I'll enable it when everything is light like feathers again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;For almost two weeks, there was a very big problem regarding our Internet connection. No Facebook, no Twitter, no Tumblr, no Blogspot. So what was the alternative to my boredom? Plants vs. Zombies. All those who played the game thought it was awesome so I decided to try my hand out one boring Friday afternoon. Poof! It was just one of the best PC games I ever played. Not to mention the pumped-up energy of the PVZ music video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0N1_0SUGlDQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/0N1_0SUGlDQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know your type: tall, dark, and dead&lt;br /&gt;You want to bite all the petals off of my head&lt;br /&gt;And then eat the brains of the one who planted me here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;I worried about the ACET (Ateneo College Entrance Test) for a few weeks up until September 19, my big day. A week before the test, I've come across random Internet blogs and articles saying how difficult the exam was. A day before my exam, I read a lot of tweets saying that the ACET was very hard. It didn't stop me from praying the rosary the night before and going to Mass the next day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;I did finish the test. Thank God for easing my anxiety and fears. The exam wasn't hard as I expected. In fact, I found the English and General Information parts easy. Math? Thank goodness there wasn't much of the nosebleed logarithms. But I'm thankful Sir Vilo taught us the lesson ahead of the ACET.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Nothing great happened in the last two weeks except on the 28th when it was Lucky 9+1's first monthsary. :) I wish on Family Day (October 24) the ten of us will get together again. And I can't wait for our kada shirts!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's a zombie on your lawn.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We are the undead.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm the sunflower and I have my entire infantry of plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[TV on the Radio] &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-8122390340365902466?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/8122390340365902466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/8122390340365902466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-needs-gentle-hand-to-call-it-home.html' title='It needs a gentle hand to call it home'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-2140095380780174192</id><published>2010-09-20T17:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T17:25:12.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to do, so little time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;How many hours do I sleep on weeknights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ACET story coming up this weekend. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-2140095380780174192?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/2140095380780174192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/2140095380780174192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-much-to-do-so-little-time.html' title='So much to do, so little time'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-8225011153837811767</id><published>2010-09-11T14:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T19:23:59.626+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Say What?'/><title type='text'>Effy Stonem says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4055/4299911182_a2b6d6505e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4055/4299911182_a2b6d6505e.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4055/4299911182_a2b6d6505e.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My favorite quote from my favorite Skins (series 3 and 4) character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Love Effy Stonem for her amazing and mysterious personality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-8225011153837811767?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/8225011153837811767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/8225011153837811767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-favorite-quote-from-my-favorite.html' title='Effy Stonem says...'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4055/4299911182_a2b6d6505e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-4476229421882594833</id><published>2010-09-11T12:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T13:41:30.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>#002 Twitter, Facebook, Formspring, Tumblr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TIsRcbD_3yI/AAAAAAAAAqk/uL7wCjvG_hU/s1600/caaandiiceee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TIsRcbD_3yI/AAAAAAAAAqk/uL7wCjvG_hU/s400/caaandiiceee.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515521348643839778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For two months, I had a problem with my follower requests. Because of that, I was forced to publicize it. Then last Thursday I tried revertin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;g it to private. I used a mock Twitter account to send a request and voila! The request was sent. You can follow m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e via &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/caaandiiceee"&gt;@caaandiceee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Facebook is now strictly for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIENDS OF FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;only. Simply put, only schoolmates and close friends can add me up. This is done to make my profile stranger-free. I'll add up only people I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formspring is closed - FOR GOOD. I cancelled it today due to lack of questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I'll post my Tumblr follower count for the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; first time ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TIsVaLCzmkI/AAAAAAAAAq0/AAXIrvrIfm8/s1600/follower.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TIsVaLCzmkI/AAAAAAAAAq0/AAXIrvrIfm8/s400/follower.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515525708030646850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifty more to 1000. After that, I can breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks also to all those who commented on my last post. I'll answer them next week after the ACET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From now on, I'll be naming my blog as Candydoll Domination - inspired by Pussycat Dolls' last album. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-4476229421882594833?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/4476229421882594833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/4476229421882594833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2010/09/002-twitter-facebook-formspring-tumblr.html' title='#002 Twitter, Facebook, Formspring, Tumblr.'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TIsRcbD_3yI/AAAAAAAAAqk/uL7wCjvG_hU/s72-c/caaandiiceee.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-7821981194885230302</id><published>2010-09-05T08:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T13:17:42.782+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;ll Be There For You'/><title type='text'>So no one told you life was gonna be this way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I haven't been blogging a decent entry for two weeks. I know all of you are getting impatient with this so I'll whip out a blog you'd want to read. And for the first time in this blog, I'll introduce to you a story of me and my barkada. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TILqpeBNARI/AAAAAAAAAp0/g5v7L4oQMNU/s1600/44439_1599182021011_1279851880_31630790_1513686_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 348px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TILqpeBNARI/AAAAAAAAAp0/g5v7L4oQMNU/s400/44439_1599182021011_1279851880_31630790_1513686_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513226892008554770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let's begin with my grade school days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Before I met everyone, I didn't have a real barkada. It all began in 2005 when Kath became my classmate. In mid-September that year, we became seatmates and got along in an instant. I was really sad when she have to transfer to another seat. Shortly after Kath moved away, I experienced a lot of bullying leading to a trauma which stands up to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My then-best friend was not a real friend because she didn't defend me when I was being bullied by my ex-classmates. So for a while, I ate recess and lunch alone because no one would make friends with me. All the while, I confided to Kath and some of my other classmates who were very kind to me. I hung out with a group in Grade 6 but not all of them liked me. So when I was assigned to I-2 in first year, I was happy because not only there were a lot of friendly girls there but also Kath's my classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started hanging out with each other that year. Our friendship grew closer and I was opened to a wide circle of friends. Our bond was so special that even when we were assigned to different sections in third year, we showed everyone that we were inseparable. But long before that, we were part of a group that I thought would last for the rest of our HS lives. However, I won't tell you the exact details of how it all ended. Let's just say that I'm still friends with most of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as the group dissolved, we went on our own ways. Back in November and December last year, I ate with some girls of my section. But it wasn't the same as being with my close friends. There were even instances when I ate lunch alone (again) and headed to the library to read. It was like the old times. On the first day of our school intrams this year (January 5), I spent a very miserable day without saying a word in school and without anyone to hang out with. I was so alone. But the next day changed everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found Kath and her twin sister Kharisse during a game of tiyakad. At recess time, Aly, Bev and Gelz joined us. The six of us had a great time that day. We played badminton, strolled around the school and watched our classmates play. In the end, I realized that the five of them are my real friends. From that day forward, we spent breaks together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday (August 28), all of us including our guy friends August, Ely and Moses (one was unable to attend because of an emergency), celebrated Gelz' birthday party at her pretty condo unit. I was amazed with the way her room was arranged because she had a lovely bed and it was all neat. During that party we feasted over mocha cake, cookies and cream ice cream, spaghetti, Coke and rootbeer. We had a great time playing charades and swapping stories about everything that happened in our lives. I was supposed to meet my tita at Mcdo Retiro at 6:30 PM but because we enjoyed it so much I texted her that Ely will drive all of us home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't eat dinner because I was full from spaghetti and ice cream. August told stories about pop stars, backmasking and illuminati giving us goosebumps. After dinner, Gelz toured us around the place and the camwhoring began. There were the "Three Musketeers" signs, the fail jump shots and such. When we were about to leave the place, all of us didn't want to let go of each other because we were so tight. We began planning about the nine of us hanging out on Family Day (Oct.23).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're wondering, my barkada's name is Lucky 9(+1). And who thought of that name? ME. While Bev and Kath were singing at the karaoke, I watched my friends playing cards. Then came the Lucky 9 game. That night while we were swapping stories, I told everyone that Lucky 9 should be our group name. So there you have it, you now know who my friends are. When I got home, I asked to myself, "What if I wasn't there at the party"? I pictured myself at home, sitting on the computer and full of regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't told you about the USTET last August 22. It was easy but full of time pressure. My room was also very cold because of the aircon. I saw a lot of Theresians too but I didn't get to see any of my classmates. The day went like this: I and my tita ate at McDo for lunch and ordered KFC Hot and Crispy Chicken (my favorite) for dinner. While I was taking the test, she already bought groceries for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shutupandsaycaution.tumblr.com"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt; update: I'm close to 1000 followers. Not to brag about it but I get an increase in followers everyday. In a few weeks (or days, if possible), I'll be reaching the golden number. I promise you that the day I reach it, I will make a post about it. Follow me for I post interesting stuff from fashion to photography. Now speaking of followers, I'll give you some tips on how to increase yours:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't beg for followers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's very annoying to ask all of the people you follow to follow you back to increase the number. "Follow me, xxxxx" is the worst sentence in Tumblr. EVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Post stuff that interests you. &lt;/span&gt;Love fashion? Then follow fashion-filled Tumblelogs. A fan of art, All Time Low (one of my new favorites) and &lt;a href="http://i51.tinypic.com/hrne51.jpg"&gt;Strutting Leo&lt;/a&gt;? Follow them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be original. &lt;/span&gt;Make original posts and not just reblogs. Upload pretty photos from Flickr and We Heart It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Follow me and I'll follow back" - NOT. &lt;/span&gt;Do you want your dashboard to be flooded with content you can't stand and pure reblogs? Remember, follow back only if you like his/her posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DON'T USE &lt;a href="http://tumblr.boxofbaskets.com/follower_stalk.php"&gt;TUMBLR STALKER&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;This will make you cry if you find out who your unfollower is. This is site must be handled with caution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Have a Tumblr account? Then I hope these tips are very useful to you. Comment on this post if you want more tips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[The Rembrandts]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-7821981194885230302?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/7821981194885230302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/7821981194885230302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-no-one-told-you-life-was-gonna-be.html' title='So no one told you life was gonna be this way'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TILqpeBNARI/AAAAAAAAAp0/g5v7L4oQMNU/s72-c/44439_1599182021011_1279851880_31630790_1513686_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-7746752624241659823</id><published>2010-08-21T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T21:22:25.598+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Young'/><title type='text'>Because we're never gonna be as young as we are tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So much stress, so little time to blog a decent entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Recently, I've been appreciating a lot of indie music. I guess they're more relaxing to listen to than hip-hop songs. Check out my iTunes and you wouldn't see any hip-hop in there (except Kanye West's Love Lockdown).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wanna listen to a very fantastic cover of "Young"? Click &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://fuckyeahjoycedelatorre.tumblr.com/post/982085134/young-joyce-dela-torre"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; to groove to the tune of the cover of a very talented Theresian. Trust me, you'll thank me for this brilliant discovery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The Summer Set]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-7746752624241659823?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/7746752624241659823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/7746752624241659823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2010/08/because-were-never-gonna-be-as-young-as.html' title='Because we&apos;re never gonna be as young as we are tonight'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-4530757333037028989</id><published>2010-08-20T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T19:51:07.839+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Say What?'/><title type='text'>#001</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   "I hate to say this but I am very insecure of you. You have  everything I don’t have. You’re beautiful. You’re skinny. You’re one of  the populars in school. You’re filthy rich. You have all of the best  gadgets in the world. Most of all, you have a really hot and gorgeous  boyfriend. Not to mention that no one called you ugly for once."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                      &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;          - Confession of a typical teenage girl dealing with insecurity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-4530757333037028989?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/4530757333037028989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/4530757333037028989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2010/08/001.html' title='#001'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-1059922696893685341</id><published>2010-08-14T11:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T12:55:54.387+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Don&apos;t Wanna Dance'/><title type='text'>I don’t have time for another game</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My first decent blog entry in 13 days. Is this the longest break I ever had? Don't worry, I'm all cooked up for a new post. I've been hanging around in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://shutupandsaycaution.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tumblr &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://twitter.com/iwantcandiceee"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; lately when I have the shortest free time in the world. Put an emphasis on shortest free time. Everyday I'm piled up with homework and quizzes to study but that doesn't mean I'll abandon this blog. I got a lot of comments from readers wishing me luck for the UPCAT - which happened last Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It wasn't difficult nor easy. In fact, I only found Math as the mind-boggling section of the exam. Language proficiency and reading comprehension (sans the Filipino nosebleed) were eggs to the face. I was shocked to hear my classmates complaining how hard the exam was. I thought of what went right. I guess it's the prayers I made every night. Generally, last Sunday was a very good day. I woke up at 7:30 AM, attended the 8:30 mass with Grandpa and left the house with my aunt at 9:30 AM. We first headed off to Tutuban for a power lunch at KFC (yummy!) and bought snacks to eat while taking the UPCAT. What were my snacks? A big bag of Pi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;attos Cheese, a small pack of Oreos and Absolute drinking water. I enjoyed taking the LRT-2 because aside from occupying a seat, the train was air-conditioned. After the ride, we hopped on to a jeep going to UP where we encountered heavy traffic. Luckily, School of Economics was already near us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exam is a very long story since I took it for five hours. Eventually, I ate and finished my snacks during the course of the test. None of the IV-3 people were in m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;y room but three girls coming from my batch were there. Before I went to UP and on the way home, dad and mom called me asking me how am I doing. I got home at around 6:30 PM and proceeded immediately to my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you a confession: I almost wanted to quit my elective Creative Writing and Journalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda shocking, eh?&lt;br /&gt;Back in the first weeks, I only got a 9/10 in my Take 10 writing exercises. It was depressing to see my CWJ-mates rejoice over their perfect 10s while I only got a 9. It was very, very disappointing to know I'm part of the Theresian yet I couldn't manage to perfect my writing exercises. I was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I don't deserve to be part of the Theresian because I couldn't get a perfect 10." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything came to a head last Thursday. After two weeks, our Take 10 journals were returned. I browsed through the pages. I was shocked to see two p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;erfect tens. I DID IT! I GOT A PERFECT TEN AT LAST! As the wise men say, nothing is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't I shared my obsession seven years ago? Stare at the photo below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TGYemSLIRrI/AAAAAAAAApk/X31vF2xftZU/s1600/21mal9c.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TGYemSLIRrI/AAAAAAAAApk/X31vF2xftZU/s400/21mal9c.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505121237569390258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Leonardo DiCaprio was my celebrity fantasy for only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;two months&lt;/span&gt;. I wouldn't fall for him if not for Titanic. On the summer of 2003, I went online to know more about his films. I watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Romeo + Juliet, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Quick and The Dead &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Catch Me If You Can&lt;/span&gt; all thoughout my vacation. I was so obsessed with him I called his name like Lady Gaga did in "Alejandro". I was madly into him my dad even scolded me for that. I met F4 and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Meteor Garden&lt;/span&gt; and I dumped Leo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How about you? Who's the celebrity you're once obsessed with? Share your answers by commenting on this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Hey Monday]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-1059922696893685341?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/1059922696893685341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/1059922696893685341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-dont-have-time-for-another-game.html' title='I don’t have time for another game'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TGYemSLIRrI/AAAAAAAAApk/X31vF2xftZU/s72-c/21mal9c.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-3696438715819775435</id><published>2010-08-01T07:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T08:01:47.848+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hello Brooklyn'/><title type='text'>There's a party at the end of the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, do you like my new layout? For me, the one-week hiatus w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ith a temporary layout was all worth it. I've been busy for the past few days and it was only y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;esterday I was able to go online freely. It took me about three to four hours to alter my April-May blogskin because I loved it so much. Since nothing on Blogskins.com tickled my fancy, I dug in my files and searched for the basecode. Voila! I got it and tweaked it all along. I'm glad I've got Amandine in my font list because this suits my current theme. So what do I call this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lipstick and Dynamite V3? Leave a tag on my chatbox or comment on this post. Meanwhile, I'll answer the tag by my very wonderful online buddy &lt;a href="http://vannice95.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nice.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;1. Are looks important? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- I don't know why teenagers are making a fuss out of their appearance. When I became a sophomore in HS, my looks started to matter. There are a h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;undred pretty girls in my school I'm very insecure of. Everyone's telling them how beautiful they are. I suppose no one thinks they're ugly. Me? I only got praised for my skills and good attitude. There are some people telling me about my looks but not as many as those girls. It sucks to know that most of the "simply flawless" people are in a relationship or have suitors. Thus, the misconception of the infamous "Single = Ugly" thought shadowed upon me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        But when you get to adulthood, I don't think it will matter anymore. God doesn't see you through your Angelina Jolie face. Have you read the Bible story of how David was chosen as king? If not, I'll tell you. God sent Jesse to call all of his sons to be presented a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nd judged by God to be the next ruler of Israel. The first son was very handsome but the Lord rejected him for He doesn't base a human's greatness by its appearance. See that? Good looks fade, your pleasing morals don't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;        I guess this is the purpose of having wrinkles and saggy cellulites when we grow older. In other words, looks are temporary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;2. What are your plans for the future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; - Aim to pass all of my entrance exams (which I'm studying so hard right now), enter the world of theater and journalism, have a happy family, be successful, work for a magazine (if Candy still exists by the time I turn 20) and forgive all of my enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;3. Have you ever been in love? How does it feel like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Not yet. I've been unattached since birth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;4. What are your special talents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Creative writing and acting. I treat them not just as talents but God's precious gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;5. What's your favorite song for the moment, and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you ask about my current LSS, Katy Perry's Teen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;age Dream. The melody gets on my impulses. I like it better than California Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;6. What had hurt you the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    - &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All those offensive online and real-life bashing. I hate the fact some people want to get rid of me even if I didn't do something against them. There was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; even someone who told me her life will be better if I just left school because I was a curse to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;7. Recall the best memory you have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       -  I guess the day my family went to Enchanted Kingdom back when I was four years old. It was also the first time I ate KFC Zinger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;8. Are you loving your life right now? Why?&lt;br /&gt;    - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, because I have a great online life (thanks to all of my Tumblr followers and HYC  friends  for making me happy), a great set of classmates and friends and a loving family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with my ACET essay. In fact, my dad read it via my e-mail and he loved it. UPCAT will be in a week away and I'm preparing for it. I pray hard to God every night telling him to guide me and for giving me an opportunity to study in UP or ADMU. But it's not just the prayers that work. I make an effort to study after doing my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that the little prince in the book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(The Little Prince) &lt;/span&gt;was already dead after he met the snake. I was wondering how come he fell on the ground without a thud (like live people do) and suddenly disappeared. It was only then I got the picture. But overall, I love the book. Speaking more of it, I failed to blog about the staffers' bonding last July 23. I had a great time listening to the editors' narration of how they got the job, playing this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"grab me" game and sharing insights with the lower classmen. It was a great experience. I even found this year's staff bonding more enjoyable than last year's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I forgot to tell you about my Basyang experience. Our house lost the electricity at 2:30 AM of July 14 and got it back by 10:30 PM. I, my mom and tita went to Tutuban to cool things off in the morning but there was 40% electricity there too so we didn't get to enjoy our visit. For the rest of the day, I slept about four times and did my homework. When the lights went on again, I sat here in the computer to do my CWJ paper. Unfortunately, I notice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;d that the Internet connection wasn't working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was total FML for six days. I worried about my Twitter and Tumblr followers. I thought of HYC. I was bothered by my Facebook updates if there were any friend requests or notifications. It was total boredom for six days until 9:00 PM of July 19. I was listening to my iTunes playlist when I checked the connection. There were two lights flashing. I opened Mozilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAM! THE INTERNET HAS RETURNED! IT WAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; A MIRACLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy with my Tumblr because I gained 20+ followers. As for my Twitter, I lost some but regained a few after a few days. FB? I accepted some friend requests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end this post, here's a typography I made during no Internet week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TFTFWUCyYVI/AAAAAAAAApc/NFu9tEVYUE8/s1600/hellobrooklyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TFTFWUCyYVI/AAAAAAAAApc/NFu9tEVYUE8/s400/hellobrooklyn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500238032054411602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M TAGGING EVERYONE IN THE TAG I ANSWERED. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[All Time Low]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-3696438715819775435?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/3696438715819775435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/3696438715819775435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2010/08/theres-party-at-end-of-world.html' title='There&apos;s a party at the end of the world'/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxLTQCy34bA/TFTFWUCyYVI/AAAAAAAAApc/NFu9tEVYUE8/s72-c/hellobrooklyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2211616609840365869.post-1298406092116413369</id><published>2010-07-24T15:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T22:13:40.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;ON HIATUS FOR A WEEK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I really have to study for everything. Wish me luck. Don't worry, I'll fix this blog layout.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2211616609840365869-1298406092116413369?l=thecandydoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/1298406092116413369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2211616609840365869/posts/default/1298406092116413369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecandydoll.blogspot.com/2010/07/on-hiatus-for-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744147682164722232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spiKMuYX6dk/TlpHKyO35VI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zPvFgPmpZOU/s220/Picture%2B0014.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
