<?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-6211948443130479027</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:34:57.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats really going on...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05880181719760756053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://srv0106-02.oak1.imeem.com/g/ff68d44980de899ac2a341648d4e3ac8.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211948443130479027.post-3770793000675208953</id><published>2008-04-09T04:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T04:18:25.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIGHT TIME</title><content type='html'>Tamang oras at pagkakataon, minsan sisnisisi pa natin ang sarili natin kung bakit ngayon mo lang nalaman na mahal mo siya. Kung alam mo lang. Ngayon mo lang nalaman kasi ito yung tinatawag na "RIGHT TIME".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some think of love as a past time, fling at trip lang. Yung MAHAL niya ngayon, bukas hindi na, BOYFRIEND niya ngayon, pero tanggap niya na isang araw tatawagin din niya iyong "EX". Matagal nga, Inaabot pa ng taon. Pero ilang TAON??? 1? 2? 3? Tapos kung nagsasawaan na sa mukha, nag-aawayan na at may iba naman na nagtatagal lang ng taon dahil nanghihinayang sa pagsasamahan??? Bata pa masyado ang ganon magmahal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May iba naman na masyadong seryoso at masyadong sensitibo pagdating sa bagay na yan. Yung tipo ng tao na HANDANG I-RISK ang LAHAT. MAGBIGAY. MAGPARAYA. Para lang doon sa taong mahal nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meron pang iba diyan na pinipigilan ang nararamdaman niya. kasi high school palang, kasi teenager palang. Gusto niya kasi maging sila ng taong yun sa panahong seryosohan na. Na sigurado na siya na siya na yung taong yun nga ang gusto niya makasama pang habang buhay. Kumbaga "RIGHT TIME".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a quotation saying: "I don't care how many lips you've kissed, I don't care how many women you've embraced, i don't care how many ladies hear you say you love them, all i care is the future..not to be your first but to be your last".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masarap magmahal sa isang taong mahal ka rin. Yung feeling mo, soulmate kayo. Kaya kung para sayo talaga yun, ilang taon man kayo hindi magkita, ilang tao man ang mahalin niya, gaano man sya kalayo o marami mang hadalang. Magkikita rin kayo kung talagang para kayo sa isa't-isa. Hindi hinahanap yan. Kusang dumadating sa "RIGHT TIME".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;http://www.filairsoft.com/forum/showthread.php?t=27485 CLICK for the source.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211948443130479027-3770793000675208953?l=fragilesheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/feeds/3770793000675208953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211948443130479027&amp;postID=3770793000675208953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/3770793000675208953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/3770793000675208953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/2008/04/right-time_09.html' title='RIGHT TIME'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05880181719760756053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://srv0106-02.oak1.imeem.com/g/ff68d44980de899ac2a341648d4e3ac8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211948443130479027.post-2165255190025782835</id><published>2008-04-06T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T03:16:53.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being SENSITIVE and Doing what I can.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I admit, I was being too emotional, I want to say sorry to someone who is special to me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm sorry if i doubted you, I'm sorry if i hurt your feelings too...".&lt;/span&gt; I've been too jealous, self-centered, and too conclusive again. I wanna change that. Because of that I almost ended something that made me happy for almost 6 months now. But then I am so Thankful, that my special someone never gave up, and made me realize that what we had is something that we shouldn't end just because of a silly misunderstanding, that the relationship we had was one of the most wonderful thing that happened to the both of us. I'm so glad i had someone like HIM.♥ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing what I can. EFFORT. This is what i need right now. Sometimes I wish That my life were just like the movies. That I'm the good girl, and the bad things that are happening to me are because of the bad guys that wants to ruin everything for a reason that I still don't know what. That the movie of my life would end with joy and happiness, and like fairy tales...that someday I will be with my prince Charming too.&lt;br /&gt;I guess i found mine. and the only thing left to do is to finally be with him. :D&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211948443130479027-2165255190025782835?l=fragilesheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/feeds/2165255190025782835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211948443130479027&amp;postID=2165255190025782835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/2165255190025782835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/2165255190025782835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/2008/04/being-sensitive-and-doing-what-i-can.html' title='Being SENSITIVE and Doing what I can.'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05880181719760756053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://srv0106-02.oak1.imeem.com/g/ff68d44980de899ac2a341648d4e3ac8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211948443130479027.post-3714460595641645716</id><published>2008-04-04T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T22:37:27.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the true meaning of ILY♥</title><content type='html'>yeah. instead of ILY as = I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you this, the ILY that used to mean as I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;is now.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; ILY = I LOATHE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211948443130479027-3714460595641645716?l=fragilesheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/feeds/3714460595641645716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211948443130479027&amp;postID=3714460595641645716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/3714460595641645716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/3714460595641645716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/2008/04/true-meaning-of-ily.html' title='the true meaning of ILY♥'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05880181719760756053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://srv0106-02.oak1.imeem.com/g/ff68d44980de899ac2a341648d4e3ac8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211948443130479027.post-6453308073445124924</id><published>2008-03-29T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T03:38:36.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning...</title><content type='html'>Nothing was wrong... i woke up early called my guy up and talked to him said i love him. after a few talks and a great uuuhhhhmmm...  well we decided to have breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;i fixed myself got ready to go out. i had this weird feeling again, the feeling thats somethings missing. something that would really make my life complete. as i went out of the door i really don't know where i was headed for that day. I just want to go out and have a good time to relieve myself from boredom and stress. I rode a jeep going to the mall. i didn't exactly reached the mall. i went to the nearest grocery store and bought a cold Iced tea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STRESSED OUT. i really don't know if thats the right word to describe what i am feeling right now. I don't want to talk to anybody. I just want to be alone and be quiet. There were a lot of things going on I guess. Or maybe this is just too much stress. I have a lot of problems. I have a lot of thinks to think off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna eat.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna write.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna shout.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna CRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I Crazy? oh my... I don't even know the answer. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211948443130479027-6453308073445124924?l=fragilesheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/feeds/6453308073445124924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211948443130479027&amp;postID=6453308073445124924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/6453308073445124924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/6453308073445124924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/2008/03/sunday-morning.html' title='Sunday Morning...'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05880181719760756053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://srv0106-02.oak1.imeem.com/g/ff68d44980de899ac2a341648d4e3ac8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211948443130479027.post-5695681475778951179</id><published>2008-03-29T05:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T05:13:01.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts...</title><content type='html'>got nothing to do eh...&lt;br /&gt;kaya eto....POST MUNA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The best part of life is happiness whereas the best part of happiness is love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where so ever you go, go with all your heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Love is not about finding the right person, but creating a right relationship. It's not about how much love you have in the beginning but how much love you build till the end."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't just love him, but show him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Trying to forget someone you love is like trying to remember someone you never met."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can’t make someone love you, all you can do is be someone who can be loved, the rest is up to the person to realize your worth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It takes you so long to realize who you need, and it's not always the person you want to need."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes the people who you thought you knew...start becoming the strangers you never wanted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stand up for your principles even if you stand alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's got him falling head over heals for her and I can't even get him to stumble..." - MARRISA M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A word to the wise ain't necessary, it's the stupid ones who need the advice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"You are my love, you are my life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are who we are, how we got here doesn't matter. What matters is- what do we do know?"&lt;br /&gt;from the movie "Deep End of The Ocean"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Every passing minute is another minute to change everything around."&lt;br /&gt;from the movie, "Vanilla Sky"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't wanna need you, 'coz I can't have you."&lt;br /&gt;From the movie "Bridges of Madison County"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"The hardest thing is loving someone and having the courage to let them love you back."&lt;br /&gt;from the movie, "Wedding Date"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will never know love unless you surrender to it."&lt;br /&gt;from the movie "Fools Rush In"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211948443130479027-5695681475778951179?l=fragilesheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/feeds/5695681475778951179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211948443130479027&amp;postID=5695681475778951179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/5695681475778951179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/5695681475778951179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/2008/03/thoughts.html' title='thoughts...'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05880181719760756053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://srv0106-02.oak1.imeem.com/g/ff68d44980de899ac2a341648d4e3ac8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211948443130479027.post-8140264207844613798</id><published>2008-03-28T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T22:03:53.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE has its ways....</title><content type='html'>Love is actually unexplainable...  and I do agree that Love really moves in mysterious ways. Different stories about love, different twists and different views. It has it's ups and downs, High and Low, but it can be survived if the both of you will never think of giving up. The secret of a long lasting relationship is o believe in your feelings. believe in what your heart tells you, and believe to the person who you really love. Doubts are always there but don't let it hinder the happiness that you wanted. It may sound hard o do, but if you try, you will know ho it feels to live without the fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My story hasn't ended yet, and i hope it wont end...because the happiness it brings me is more than enough. more than i could ask for.the joy it brings is immeasurable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just listen to you heart. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211948443130479027-8140264207844613798?l=fragilesheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/feeds/8140264207844613798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211948443130479027&amp;postID=8140264207844613798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/8140264207844613798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/8140264207844613798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/2008/03/love-has-its-ways.html' title='LOVE has its ways....'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05880181719760756053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://srv0106-02.oak1.imeem.com/g/ff68d44980de899ac2a341648d4e3ac8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211948443130479027.post-3219581945053900130</id><published>2008-03-07T17:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T17:25:34.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate this FEELING. :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;div align='justify'&gt;i hate you! because i hate loving you! :( i hate this feeling. *sigh* why do i have to miss you so much? its really unexplainable.  it's like your sitting on top of a cloud but you have to be cautious because you might fall anytime. My mind wants to control my heart, but my heart wants to rule! My mind says NO, but my heart says yes. Sometimes it feels much more better to be frigid than to be in-love. FOCUS! FOCUS! FOCUS!&lt;br /&gt;how can i focus? :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211948443130479027-3219581945053900130?l=fragilesheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/feeds/3219581945053900130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211948443130479027&amp;postID=3219581945053900130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/3219581945053900130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/3219581945053900130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-hate-this-feeling.html' title='I hate this FEELING. :('/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05880181719760756053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://srv0106-02.oak1.imeem.com/g/ff68d44980de899ac2a341648d4e3ac8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211948443130479027.post-1419833130558732346</id><published>2008-01-17T23:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T03:42:29.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHAMPION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;its the first tournament that i joined. the very first time i ran and had sweat cover my whole body because of a very action packed sport. :) i was really proud of myself because at least i have something new that i can actually call a hobby, an interest. and not just an ordinary hobby. its a game, a sport that only a few females are very fond of. im proud to be pne of them. and come to think of it, im in a group of airsofters that you could consider one of the best teams here in mindanao. what more can i ask for? :) all i need are gears and a gun of my own. i know soon ill have my own peice of glory :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/25/76/42386752/1_857721860l.jpg' width="200" height="180"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/25/76/42386752/1_648192801l.jpg'width="200" height="180"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are just some of the happy moments we had during the tournament. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211948443130479027-1419833130558732346?l=fragilesheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/feeds/1419833130558732346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211948443130479027&amp;postID=1419833130558732346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/1419833130558732346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/1419833130558732346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/2008/01/champion.html' title='CHAMPION'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05880181719760756053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://srv0106-02.oak1.imeem.com/g/ff68d44980de899ac2a341648d4e3ac8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211948443130479027.post-7413922312198914213</id><published>2008-01-07T23:17:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T23:21:59.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE</title><content type='html'>it was a sunny morning, walking half drunk along the streets in the sickly city of cotabato. ( errrr yeah, thats how i describe it. ) yeah. on my way home. sweat was running down my face. eeekkkk. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that it was really a relief for me finding myself getting a good cold shower after a sleepover. aaahhhccckkk. alot of things were running in my mind. quite tedious. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211948443130479027-7413922312198914213?l=fragilesheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/feeds/7413922312198914213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211948443130479027&amp;postID=7413922312198914213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/7413922312198914213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/7413922312198914213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/2008/01/update.html' title='UPDATE'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05880181719760756053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://srv0106-02.oak1.imeem.com/g/ff68d44980de899ac2a341648d4e3ac8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211948443130479027.post-8733079893467184710</id><published>2007-11-28T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T03:28:14.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS ME.</title><content type='html'>I took a picture personality test that i found in facebook.com, it was really nice. all you have to do is click the pictures that shows your interest and voila! it shows what kind of person are you.&lt;br /&gt;i was really satisfied with the answers that i got, since it really does  give an exact description of what kind of person i am. hmmm. hope you guys can try and take the test. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.tinypic.com/732zyjd.jpg" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Temperament&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Idealist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the quintessential dreamer - spending more time thinking about the possibilities that the world holds for you, rather than your reality. You don't settle for anything less than what you truly desire and you work very hard. You tend to live in every place except the present - you are prone to daydreaming about the future and re-thinking the choices you made in the past. Sometimes you get overly caught up in your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Interests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thrill Seeker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are interested in anything that is exciting and pleasurable. You're not afraid to indulge yourself - you live by your own set of rules and don't allow yourself to get hung on what others think. For the most part, you are independent and do whatever you please to do. Trying to stop you from doing something only makes you want it even more. At the end of the day - you live for life's most thrilling moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amusement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adventurous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing that you are filled with energy and ambitions (that others sometimes find exhausting) because you're continually looking for a new adventure and exciting experience. You struggle with a continual feeling of restlessness which constantly pushes you to the next level of excitement. Once you have accomplished one thing, you are eager to accomplish something more exciting, riskier and distinguishable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Physical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a cuddle bug - from a warm hug shared with your best friend to steamy sex with your partner, you enjoy every bit of human contact that you can get. You demonstrate your love for others most fluidly through physical one-on-one contact and you feel the most loved when you are being touched. You feel disconnected when you are physically isolated from others. You're a people person and a lover of all things human&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211948443130479027-8733079893467184710?l=fragilesheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/feeds/8733079893467184710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211948443130479027&amp;postID=8733079893467184710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/8733079893467184710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/8733079893467184710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-me.html' title='ITS ME.'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05880181719760756053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://srv0106-02.oak1.imeem.com/g/ff68d44980de899ac2a341648d4e3ac8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i12.tinypic.com/732zyjd_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211948443130479027.post-6690097134625075362</id><published>2007-11-21T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T03:59:32.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eeeeekkkk. not again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://blog.lib.umn.edu/thil0020/carfreelife/04-Nov-04%20colt45.jpg" height="200" width="300"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT AGAIN. Tuesday night. went home by 10PM. was so drunk. i was with my friends that time. they invited me to join. whats the occasion? none. it was just plain fun. my mom started wreaking when i got home. well thats not new for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLT 45. damn it was the very first time i tried drinking this kind of beer. it tastes good. but nothing beats the old redhorse beer and sanmig light. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to drink beer again. (oh i wish i can do that.) my beer belly is getting bigger. oh flabs!!! grrr. crash diet is the only answer. lol. its hard. gonna miss eating ice cream! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired. im bored. classes already started but im still not enjoying my last semester. ooohhhhh!!!! damn!!!!! i gotta study hard. grrr. im gonna miss those bitches gh so hard righjt infront of me. ooohh i smell plasticity sailing with the wind. "that always make my day in school. they are so bitchy that i wanna kick them in the ass and make them beg for mercy. lol. i hate it when they laugh so hard.. plasticity sailing with the wind. "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;think of laura, fuck she dies...&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" I hate laura and her gang. good thing i still can control my temper. pppfffttt. &gt;.&lt; WHAT A DAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211948443130479027-6690097134625075362?l=fragilesheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/feeds/6690097134625075362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211948443130479027&amp;postID=6690097134625075362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/6690097134625075362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/6690097134625075362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/2007/11/eeeeekkkk-not-again.html' title='eeeeekkkk. not again.'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05880181719760756053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://srv0106-02.oak1.imeem.com/g/ff68d44980de899ac2a341648d4e3ac8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211948443130479027.post-4806364851447494171</id><published>2007-11-15T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T03:41:50.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nov 1. blah blah blah. =]</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;NOV 1&lt;/strong&gt;: all saints day. this photo was taken we were at the memorial park. :) im with my cousins (L-R: toffee, me, kat, and sha.). hahaha. you can still see me munching. thats a tolen shot actually. ok go. im fat. laugh at me!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i4.tinypic.com/73ngcn6.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT DAYS: head spinning. my worlds falling down. my dreams seemed to be very hard to reach. what the hell. everything seems to be useless. i wake up in the morning.. hoping to catch a sweet smile on everyone's face. but just as i start stretching my muscles, i heard a very cracking sound outside the room. discussion, arguments, nothing but noise. its nothing new, but its very annoying. i opened the door out. ok i was on target. wwooh. its a very bad day. its started thet way, and yes obviously it ended just like how it started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW: i feel &lt;em&gt;stupid&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;period&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211948443130479027-4806364851447494171?l=fragilesheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/feeds/4806364851447494171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211948443130479027&amp;postID=4806364851447494171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/4806364851447494171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/4806364851447494171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/2007/11/nov-1-blah-blah-blah.html' title='nov 1. blah blah blah. =]'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05880181719760756053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://srv0106-02.oak1.imeem.com/g/ff68d44980de899ac2a341648d4e3ac8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.tinypic.com/73ngcn6_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211948443130479027.post-1462635151895740192</id><published>2007-11-08T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T22:31:33.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:hotpink;"&gt;HIATUS♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This site is on hiautus mode. NOT! hehehe. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;i' will not be able to post any reviews or thoughts everynow and then since im very busy. lol. im busy with nothing. and it makes my head crack. there are a lot of things that are going inside my brain right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say a lot of things but the right words wont come out. yeah, it sounds pathetic. I need to look for new things that will surely arouse my interest. A Challenge, a new adventure, a new work of art that had catch the publics attention or even just the silliest thing that an intelligent man can ever think of. &lt;em&gt;I know it Sounds weird. Sounds stupid. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to finish... i hope next time i have something good cooking inside my head. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.tinypic.com/73lhxq8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+3;color:green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes i feel like a dork right now...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211948443130479027-1462635151895740192?l=fragilesheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/feeds/1462635151895740192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211948443130479027&amp;postID=1462635151895740192' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/1462635151895740192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/1462635151895740192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/2007/11/update.html' title='UPDATE'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05880181719760756053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://srv0106-02.oak1.imeem.com/g/ff68d44980de899ac2a341648d4e3ac8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i9.tinypic.com/73lhxq8_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211948443130479027.post-3792363463092799997</id><published>2007-10-03T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T22:38:23.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>coincidence</title><content type='html'>my friends ate tine and the others went to ate jaems house last night (10-03-07).&lt;br /&gt;since we are miles away from each other i cannot join them in any gimiks.&lt;br /&gt;during that night on their way to ate jaems they saw this car with the plate number XAE-518. XAE is my psuedo name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://i23.tinypic.com/6r242r.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they made me feel missed when ate tine showed me this pic :D&lt;br /&gt;love you lots ate! and the gang...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211948443130479027-3792363463092799997?l=fragilesheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/feeds/3792363463092799997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211948443130479027&amp;postID=3792363463092799997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/3792363463092799997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/3792363463092799997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/2007/10/coincidence.html' title='coincidence'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05880181719760756053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://srv0106-02.oak1.imeem.com/g/ff68d44980de899ac2a341648d4e3ac8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i23.tinypic.com/6r242r_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211948443130479027.post-2169400322396987365</id><published>2007-10-03T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T23:01:15.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FULL HOUSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sarangeh.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/full_house3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://sarangeh.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/full_house3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a review....&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was curious about the latest craze of some teens here in the philippines, specifically here at my place in cotabato city. they seem to have been so addicted with those chinese/korean DVD's. Because of curiosity, one day i decided to buy an original copy of any kind of korean/chinese DVD that i could have interest to in a near by video shop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a hard time choosing, some are movies hat are very interesting based on their movie review that you can usually read at the back of the DVD case. and some are just like normal love stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna make my money, time and interest worth it. i had a hard time choosing what movie to choose. when i saw FULL HOUSE series, i remembered i didnt get to finish it and i didnt get what the story was really about when i was aired in GMA 7. i then decided to choose that series so i can finally get what the series means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it was worth it alright. after a week of watching it, since it has 16 episodes and im almost finishing episode 15, i felt kinda sad and happy. sad coz i dont want the show to end since its really good and i love the way the stars prtrayed their role, and happy coz they all lived happily ever after.. (i guess) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE is a little something about the story. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Setting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This drama attempts to answer the question of whether two people — a famous actor and an ordinary woman — can learn to love each other in a marriage agreed only on paper. It also explores the meaning of the family by presenting that no matter how hard the present may seem, the world is still a good place because of those who bring hopes into our lives through their presence alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This drama features diverse characters: considerate, caring, frank, patient, and sticking to life’s basic values. But no matter how different the personalities, everyone finds happiness in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This drama is based upon a manhwa of the same title, Full House by the Korean cartoonist Won Sooyeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Plot summary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han Ji-Eun (Song Hye Kyo) lives in a house called Full House, built by her father. She is an aspiring novelist. One day, two of her friends, for money reasons, trick her and sell her house - when she returns from a vacation, she discovers it has been sold to Lee Young-Jae (Bi (Rain)), an actor who has just shot to stardom. Though they don't get along with each other, as she is messy and he has a bad temper and an affection for cleaning, they agree to live with each other and Ji-Eun works as his maid in order to buy her house back. Out of a misunderstanding and Young-Jae's ill-fated try to make the love of his life, Kang Hye-Won (Han Eun Jung) jealous, he marries Ji-Eun. They set up a contract for the marriage to last six month. During that time, complications ensue and Ji-Eun and Young-Jae become attracted to each other. Also, Ji-Eun starts to fall in love with Young-Jae's family. However, Young-Jae's bad temper, and the romantic attentions of Yoo Min-Hyuk (Kim Sung Soo), Ji-Eun's handsome and friendly publisher, start to create a rift between the couple. Young-Jae and Ji-Eun get a divorce and he moves away. When he returns, he realizes that Ji-Eun hasn't married yet and knows that he has fallen in love with her - and she with him. He proposes to her, this time for the right reasons, and finally, they get married a second time and live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Han Ji-Eun ~ Song Hye Kyo(Jessie Han)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tokeikedai.net.my/v8/images/sections/HanJiEun.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji-Eun is cheerful, optimistic and loyal to her friends. She is naive and not very smart, but she makes up for it with her spunk and good heart. Her journey with Young Jae shows how much she loves and what she is willing to do to protect the people she loves. She is an orphaned online novelist who lives in a beautiful house (called FULL HOUSE) which she inherited from her parents. Her troubles started when her closest friends tricked her by sending her on a trip to Shanghai so they could sell her house behind her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lee Young-Jae ~ Bi (Rain) (Justin Lee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://asiafan.brokenenigma.com/Full_House/FH_YoungJae01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young-Jae is a top Korean actor. He does his utmost not to hurt other people and not to be hurt himself. Every movie he starred in became a blockbuster. He is stubborn when it comes to selecting which movies to star in, but he has received much acclaim for his talent. Although Young-Jae always behaves and speaks as he wants, he does that only to protect himself from being hurt and not to hurt others. People think of him as a very candid person, but that is also Young-Jae’s strategy to hide himself – or rather his failure to express himself to the fullest. As one who is unaccustomed to being frank and open, Young-jae is bad at making friends and very proud of his ideals and principles. He deeply loves his childhood friend, Hye-Won, even though she shows him no affection. One day, he stumbles upon Ji-Eun and slowly falls in love with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kang Hye-Won ~ Han Eun Jung (Lorraine Kang)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tevader.com/drama/images/full_house_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hye-Won is the daughter of Doctor Lee's friend. She is a fashion designer, who designs Young-Jae’s clothes. She has known Young-Jae’s family since her childhood. Hye-won has lived her entire life in abundance and has had many choices. She comes from a rich family, and is accustomed to being loved. She has never been rejected by anybody, until Min-Hyuk, and only feels content when everybody around her loves her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yoo Min-Hyuk ~ Kim Sung Soo (Luigi Yoo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/712565546_056f28607a_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min-Hyuk is a director of a large media company. He dreams of establishing Asia’s Walt Disney or Fox. He is tenacious and smart, and respected and recognized for his skills. He is confident in earning trust from people. He has always been a winner, and is determined to remain one for the rest of his life. He possesses sophisticated manners and is very eloquent – a Prince Charming that any girl could dream of. Min-Hyuk believes that life is too short to live it without fun. Unlike his seemingly unrestricted personality, he is very composed and prudent. He can’t stand losing and has a strong desire to win in everything, which probably explains his successful career. Hye-Won loves him though he rejects her instantly saying that she’s like a sister to him. Known to be a player, he is changed when he meets Ji-Eun and realizes that she is something special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Filming location&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full House was filmed in the Gwangyeok-si area of Incheon. Located near Incheon International Airport, the place may be reached in a ten-minute boat ride from Sammok Harbor to this quiet, seashore getaway. Unlike other filming locations in Korea, this is an actual house. Made mostly of wood, this house, which is a private-owned vacation house, cost approximately the equivalent of one million United States dollars to build. The beach front property looks out onto open waters, with elegant views that could be used on any postcard. Many fans of the miniseries make a pilgrimage to this now famous home. Nearby sightseeing locations include Jogak (sculpture) Park on Modo Island; a bridge connects these two islands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Full House OST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. Full House (Instrumental)&lt;br /&gt;   2. Why - 운명 (Oon myung)&lt;br /&gt;   3. Forever (Instrumental)&lt;br /&gt;   4. Byul - I Think I Love You&lt;br /&gt;   5. 시 (Instrumental)&lt;br /&gt;   6. Noel - 친구란 말 (chingu ran mal)&lt;br /&gt;   7. 운명 (Full Slow Instrumental)&lt;br /&gt;   8. Blue Hills (Instrumental)&lt;br /&gt;   9. Why - 운명 (Slow Version) (un myung)&lt;br /&gt;  10. I Think I (Guitar Instrumental)&lt;br /&gt;  11. G-soul - 늦게 핀 사랑 (Too Late) (neut geh pin sarang)&lt;br /&gt;  12. Why - Forever&lt;br /&gt;  13. 운명 (Semi Slow Instrumental) (un myung)&lt;br /&gt;  14. Love At The Gate (Instrumental)&lt;br /&gt;  15. Byul - 고마워할게요 (gomawuh hal geh yo)&lt;br /&gt;  16. 늦게 핀 사랑 (Too Late) (Violin Instrumental) (neut geh pin sarang)&lt;br /&gt;  17. Amazing Love (Instrumental)&lt;br /&gt;  18. Paradiso (Instrumental)&lt;br /&gt;  19. 운명 (Instrumental) (un myung)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Additional songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. Lee Bo Ram - chuh eum geu ja ri eh&lt;br /&gt;   2. Sha la la (Humming)&lt;br /&gt;   3. Title Shuffle (Humming)&lt;br /&gt;   4. Children's Choir - gom se ma ri&lt;br /&gt;   5. Song Hye Gyo - gom se ma ri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Trivia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * In Philippines, the show remains as the highest rated Korean drama, with a peak of 51.9%, making it's rival to have a rating of 8.0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOURCE : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Full_House_(2004_TV_series)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211948443130479027-2169400322396987365?l=fragilesheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/feeds/2169400322396987365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211948443130479027&amp;postID=2169400322396987365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/2169400322396987365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/2169400322396987365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/2007/10/full-house.html' title='FULL HOUSE'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05880181719760756053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://srv0106-02.oak1.imeem.com/g/ff68d44980de899ac2a341648d4e3ac8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211948443130479027.post-3496925752518014313</id><published>2007-09-28T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T17:43:08.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tiring......</title><content type='html'>okay it's the first time that i finally had to work. WORK just to get out of our house. i guess it's much better this way than just sleeping and eating all day long inside our house. I've been wasting a lot of time. at least right now Im working, having fun and earning at the same time. but right now even though its just my second day at work im feeling so tired. maybe ill get used to this after a week or so. The loud noises, the yells of the kids inside the room, damn it hurts my ears. hahaha. but hell can't do anything about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched dvd movies all night, errr its not actually a movie but more o, like an episode. im on episode 8 right now. and i was like laughing my ass out coz the movie was so funny. i stopped texting my friends because i can't concentrate if i do oth at the same time. imj expecting for money this afternoon. at least i can have my phone fixed and have some snacks later for the continuation of that hilarious movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im getting pissed off with jose, i feel like im being taken for granted. ooohh he is getting into my nerves. ok if he wants to fight that way, well fine. i dont care if he leaves me. im better off on my own. im already used to things like this. all of he people i love comes and then leaves after they get bored or something. ooohh bang his head on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;OH BTW! orgive me or not blogging or quite a long time. :) i was just , a bit tired. i was making a leer for david. or shall i say im planning to make one. i have'nt started yet. :P well im writing things down in english. hell im laughing a myself coz im not really good at it.&lt;br /&gt;Okay tha's all or now. ciao bella. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211948443130479027-3496925752518014313?l=fragilesheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/feeds/3496925752518014313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211948443130479027&amp;postID=3496925752518014313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/3496925752518014313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/3496925752518014313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/2007/09/tiring.html' title='tiring......'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05880181719760756053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://srv0106-02.oak1.imeem.com/g/ff68d44980de899ac2a341648d4e3ac8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211948443130479027.post-5214330793123878465</id><published>2007-09-24T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T04:54:37.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days grudge.</title><content type='html'>oh yeah you heard it right.&lt;br /&gt;3 days grudge. i hate the fact that i have to call before i get noticed. ooohh. how it burns my brains. &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211948443130479027-5214330793123878465?l=fragilesheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/feeds/5214330793123878465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211948443130479027&amp;postID=5214330793123878465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/5214330793123878465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/5214330793123878465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/2007/09/3-days-grudge.html' title='3 days grudge.'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05880181719760756053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://srv0106-02.oak1.imeem.com/g/ff68d44980de899ac2a341648d4e3ac8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211948443130479027.post-5152071438226641870</id><published>2007-09-20T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T20:07:35.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CONFUSED.</title><content type='html'>yes im confused right now. i dont know what happening to me.&lt;br /&gt;im facing a very big problem for now. a problem that i dont know how to solve.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to start. i dont know what to believe.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to do with this. im so confused.&lt;br /&gt;im scared. :( my mind is not working....... i cant think of anything clear.&lt;br /&gt;im so filled with thoughts. im searching for answers.&lt;br /&gt;aaahhrgggg. what is this im going through??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211948443130479027-5152071438226641870?l=fragilesheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/feeds/5152071438226641870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211948443130479027&amp;postID=5152071438226641870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/5152071438226641870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/5152071438226641870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/2007/09/confused.html' title='CONFUSED.'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05880181719760756053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://srv0106-02.oak1.imeem.com/g/ff68d44980de899ac2a341648d4e3ac8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211948443130479027.post-3802645225664064977</id><published>2007-09-20T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T04:08:56.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's in and what's out.</title><content type='html'>that i do not know.. i feel like uber left out now. ive been so busy with alot of things.. all nonsense. im really confused and im having a lot of problems too.&lt;br /&gt;well i guess this is what i get after being stubborn. hmm. if god would only give me another chance. i would definitely do everything just to change. "oh god pls...help!" :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211948443130479027-3802645225664064977?l=fragilesheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/feeds/3802645225664064977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211948443130479027&amp;postID=3802645225664064977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/3802645225664064977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/3802645225664064977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/2007/09/whats-in-and-whats-out.html' title='what&apos;s in and what&apos;s out.'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05880181719760756053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://srv0106-02.oak1.imeem.com/g/ff68d44980de899ac2a341648d4e3ac8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211948443130479027.post-6245751547976013297</id><published>2007-09-19T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T05:38:33.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a dream...</title><content type='html'>"SILENCE.It really does crack up someone's head when it's already too much. No stars in the dark sku, and the air is just enough for me to breathe. ALONE. I am alone. Sitting here in this corner thinking of things that i miss, thinking of the people who I wanted to see and thank right now for giving me the courage and the strength to fight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought my life would end with words... "happily ever after..", just like what i always have read in those fairytale books. (for once i forgot about reality.) . But no, i have a hidden identity that only people close to me are the only ones that are able to understand and know why im going through this sweet sick life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul searching. searching for the clues that will lead me to who i really am. So atlast I would know what i was living for. Yes its not easy, the closer I go, the harder it gets. I love challenges but i was not expecting that it would be like this. That the challenge I have to face was a challenge that will either take me to the life that i dreamed or to a life full of suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First i have to sheild myself from the rocks of misery that might be thrown to me while walking through this dusty road together with the scourging heat of the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what other kind of challenges I might face along the way, I might stumble and fall once...twice... but i have to stand up and continue my journey. I DREAMED TO SURVIVE.. therefore, i must and will SURVIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   "The night goes deeper, no one is left awake. I am feeling weary. hmm. I have to rest my bode and my mind. I wish i will have a good night sleep. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211948443130479027-6245751547976013297?l=fragilesheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/feeds/6245751547976013297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211948443130479027&amp;postID=6245751547976013297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/6245751547976013297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/6245751547976013297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/2007/09/dream.html' title='a dream...'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05880181719760756053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://srv0106-02.oak1.imeem.com/g/ff68d44980de899ac2a341648d4e3ac8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211948443130479027.post-756661816996773245</id><published>2007-08-02T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T05:31:04.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ill be in manila next week. 10-12. then davao this 17-20. then manila again at the end of august.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mp3-codes.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f183/alexdale/equalizer.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f165/alexdale1/mediaplayer.swf" width="200" height="20" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="&amp;file=http://www.mp3-codes.com/mp3/Akon - Sorry Blame It On Me.mp3&amp;height=20&amp;width=200&amp;showeq=true&amp;autostart=true&amp;repeat=true&amp;shuffle=false&amp;volume=100"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;Akon - Sorry, Blame It On Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211948443130479027-756661816996773245?l=fragilesheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/feeds/756661816996773245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211948443130479027&amp;postID=756661816996773245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/756661816996773245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/756661816996773245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/2007/08/trip.html' title='TRIP'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05880181719760756053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://srv0106-02.oak1.imeem.com/g/ff68d44980de899ac2a341648d4e3ac8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211948443130479027.post-3718446540521076124</id><published>2007-07-31T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T05:37:12.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TODAY</title><content type='html'>today, i woke up with a very good vibe. reached for my i-pod to listen to early morning worship songs. it made me feel really good. today i realized how precious life is, that im living in this world because of a purpose. who knows what that purpose is? even i... the owner of this heart and mind doesnt know what i was for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i took my first step out of our door, i wondered what this morning will bring me. what willbe the new challenges that i have to face? to whom will i owe my crazy laughs for today? &lt;strong&gt;WILL THERE BE SOMETHING NEW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the refreshing breeze of morning air touched my cheeks, it made me feel safe. as i was waiting for a jeepney ride to the mall, my phone rang... i read the text message..&lt;em&gt; "hon, im buying you a ticket so we can go to manila na..".&lt;/em&gt; hmmm.. i dont know what to feel, i dont know if i should be happy, excited, sad, scared, curious, or its just that im speechless... Ü it was &lt;strong&gt;JOSE&lt;/strong&gt;.. my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...i didnt replied to the text because i still dont know what to say.. errr i dont know what im actually feeling...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now here comes the jeepney ride i was waiting for... after a few minutes im inside the mall.. (parang si the flash) hehehe. went to the nearest food court so i can eat breakfast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while eating breakfast i was thinking of what will be the first thing that ill do.. will i go home after breakfast? will i have the chance of meeting some old friends?  i realized that my life is boring...&lt;br /&gt;im getting out of the thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how i live my life.. i know how to party.. i know how to have fun.. i know how to make new friends.. i know howto enjoy life.. but for this very moment, i feel like i was so tired of everything.. i was thinking about the word &lt;strong&gt;purpose&lt;/strong&gt;... i want to know what my purpose in life is.what is gods reason for bringing ME into this world. life is precious, life should be treasured. but i really dont get the point. my point.  ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will i wake up tomorrow morning?? with this very same thought?? with this very same scenes??&lt;br /&gt;will there be something new??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211948443130479027-3718446540521076124?l=fragilesheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/feeds/3718446540521076124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211948443130479027&amp;postID=3718446540521076124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/3718446540521076124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/3718446540521076124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/2007/07/today.html' title='TODAY'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05880181719760756053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://srv0106-02.oak1.imeem.com/g/ff68d44980de899ac2a341648d4e3ac8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211948443130479027.post-2784946364051908617</id><published>2007-07-31T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T01:19:39.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS THIS SIMPLE... (*school*)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.tinypic.com/6cf80f5.jpg" align="left" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666" size="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;waking up and looking forward to a new sweet happy day. waking up, going to the shower for a bath, getting ready for school is just one of the everyday do's of a student like me. what do you expect when your in school already? is there a chance you might spot your crush? that you might have the chance to actually talk to him/her?? or just do the same things you do everyday... hang out with friends, talk about the teacher who you define as your worst nightmare?? when the day ends... then what?? another morning??? hmm.. ever wonder how to changethose boring days into a fab?? ...oh and at the same time a thing that might help you enjoy school alot more.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666" size="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;group studies are fun, but then you tend to lose your concentration. but hows about a 1 on 1 Q &amp;amp; A about your lessons? you can make deals out of it... like if you get the wrong answer you have to tell who your crush is.... lol. try new things.. and dont stick to that boring teacher-nightmare0gossip that you guys always talk about.. and its about time to give that school tambayan a new twist.. a place where you can both learn and laugh.. :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&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/6211948443130479027-2784946364051908617?l=fragilesheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/feeds/2784946364051908617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211948443130479027&amp;postID=2784946364051908617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/2784946364051908617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/2784946364051908617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-this-simple-school.html' title='ITS THIS SIMPLE... (*school*)'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05880181719760756053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://srv0106-02.oak1.imeem.com/g/ff68d44980de899ac2a341648d4e3ac8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i11.tinypic.com/6cf80f5_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211948443130479027.post-2361202766826667040</id><published>2007-06-16T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T01:03:35.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IMPIYERNO</title><content type='html'>nagising ako, naghahanap..&lt;br /&gt;nagising ako, may hinahagilap..&lt;br /&gt;laking gulat ng walang makita&lt;br /&gt;akoy nananginip lang kaya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;napakadilim.. npakalalim..&lt;br /&gt;may nakitang sinag ng liwanag..&lt;br /&gt;at may naririnig na tila&lt;br /&gt;akoy kanyang tinatawag..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pilit inaabot.. at sayang hinahabol.&lt;br /&gt;ano kaya ito? bakit ba ako andito?&lt;br /&gt;tumigil sa isang sulok..&lt;br /&gt;kasama mga katawang naagnas, nabubulok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naramdaman ang init..&lt;br /&gt;ginawa nalang matay ipikit..&lt;br /&gt;nasan na ako? akoy nalilito..&lt;br /&gt;binabangungot.. akoy puno ng lungkot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211948443130479027-2361202766826667040?l=fragilesheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/feeds/2361202766826667040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211948443130479027&amp;postID=2361202766826667040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/2361202766826667040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/2361202766826667040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/2007/06/impiyerno.html' title='IMPIYERNO'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05880181719760756053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://srv0106-02.oak1.imeem.com/g/ff68d44980de899ac2a341648d4e3ac8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211948443130479027.post-3696202194696009687</id><published>2007-06-04T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T00:54:17.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>COHEED AND CAMBRIA - WAKE UP</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BHqJCK1WwbA" width="300" height="175" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/lph2zE5C-N" width="300" height="80" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:hotpink;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im so inlove with this song :) "the morning will come.. in the press of every kiss, with your head upon my chest, where i will annoy you.. with every waking breath.. until you decide to wake up.."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.tinypic.com/4qz791h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.tinypic.com/52e0y7a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.tinypic.com/6c6pshf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211948443130479027-3696202194696009687?l=fragilesheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/feeds/3696202194696009687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211948443130479027&amp;postID=3696202194696009687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/3696202194696009687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/3696202194696009687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/2007/06/coheed-and-cambris-wake-up.html' title='COHEED AND CAMBRIA - WAKE UP'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05880181719760756053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://srv0106-02.oak1.imeem.com/g/ff68d44980de899ac2a341648d4e3ac8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i11.tinypic.com/4qz791h_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211948443130479027.post-7410986340849770669</id><published>2007-05-31T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T04:52:37.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QUOTES</title><content type='html'>----Life is a risk, Love is a compromise, if you aren't doing either, you're doing neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----What's meant to be will always find a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----Love is not about finding the right person, but creating a right relationship. It's not about how much love you have in the beginning but how much love you build till the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211948443130479027-7410986340849770669?l=fragilesheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/feeds/7410986340849770669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211948443130479027&amp;postID=7410986340849770669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/7410986340849770669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/7410986340849770669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/2007/05/quotes.html' title='QUOTES'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05880181719760756053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://srv0106-02.oak1.imeem.com/g/ff68d44980de899ac2a341648d4e3ac8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211948443130479027.post-4524051707821309312</id><published>2007-05-30T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T05:08:21.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LEAVING.</title><content type='html'>what will you feel if someone close to you leaves? will you miss him/her?&lt;br /&gt;what if your worst enemy actually left the battle scene? will you be happy and celebrate?&lt;br /&gt;oh well. others say.. "youll never know what you got, until you lost it.." --- true.&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes people can ignore that fact. its either they have that very strong couping mechanism in their systems thats why they tend to survive every inch of lonliness.&lt;br /&gt;this thought just sprung into my head lately. questions started to build up and it kinda needs answers.  "what if i leave? will anybody miss me?".. "what if i go and never come back? will someone look for me?" questions ... questions... will they be answered? what will the answers be?? thoughts that came from no where. thoughts that were the made because of boredom.&lt;br /&gt; oh well. oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211948443130479027-4524051707821309312?l=fragilesheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/feeds/4524051707821309312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211948443130479027&amp;postID=4524051707821309312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/4524051707821309312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/4524051707821309312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/2007/05/leaving.html' title='LEAVING.'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05880181719760756053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://srv0106-02.oak1.imeem.com/g/ff68d44980de899ac2a341648d4e3ac8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211948443130479027.post-2421342957036338361</id><published>2007-05-28T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T04:37:48.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9:40 PM</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/966x8kjSpY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/966x8kjSpY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span   family="verdana" style="font-size:+3;color:orange;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;im excited to go to school! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="hotpink" size="1" font family="verdana"&gt;am talking to nicole right now. my hubby's sister.&lt;br /&gt;lol im kinda bored. nothing to do right now. good thing shes there. :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211948443130479027-2421342957036338361?l=fragilesheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/feeds/2421342957036338361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211948443130479027&amp;postID=2421342957036338361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/2421342957036338361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/2421342957036338361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/2007/05/940-pm.html' title='9:40 PM'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05880181719760756053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://srv0106-02.oak1.imeem.com/g/ff68d44980de899ac2a341648d4e3ac8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211948443130479027.post-5767025331794834339</id><published>2007-05-28T02:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T02:38:07.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my new blog template.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i made this blog template/layout! hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;and so what? lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;its been days since i last talked to my hubby. i miss him so much. :( oh well. "i know your just outthere. but your busy! haha. LOVE YOU HUBBY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;well today i went shopping. i was just wondering. why do people especially girls love to shop? :D ireally have no idea! haha. or i do have an idea but i justwont tell! hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;see boredome strikes. im going crazy! lol. well classes starts this june 13, oh well. busy busy busy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;my classmates are all computer engineering students. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;HUBBY! destiny? hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i dont know why im grouped to them. im a nursing student. kinda weird but YEAH! its true. ill be with them for the rest of the semester! DIE BECAUSE OF ENVY! my oh so missed classmates! hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i was shocked actually when MS. BROOM BROOM said to me that ill be with herclass. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;  im excited! hahaha. new friends! not to mention new friends from the CoE!! hahah!&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/6211948443130479027-5767025331794834339?l=fragilesheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/feeds/5767025331794834339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211948443130479027&amp;postID=5767025331794834339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/5767025331794834339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/5767025331794834339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='my new blog template.'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05880181719760756053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://srv0106-02.oak1.imeem.com/g/ff68d44980de899ac2a341648d4e3ac8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211948443130479027.post-8802279691156245429</id><published>2007-05-20T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T05:59:04.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and then whats new?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;mood: tired and im missing someone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;who: MY HUBBY. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;well nothing much happened. i just missed blogging, and hey good thing me and my hubby (david. i love you!) are ok now. we had some little misunderstanding. well atleast thats finished. :)im getting ready for the next semester of school nightmare. though i miss my classmates. i saw my old classmate jamine. :) she told me some updates on whats going on with my old classmates back in my first school (college 1st sem.). she told me my friend.. thea is pregnant. i felt kinda sad coz i guess its a big problem. but then jamine told me that thea faced whatever she is experiencing right now. now im happy coz i know the child in her tummy is really meant for her, i know god has plans for her. i told jamine to inform all BSN-1f that we should meet up and talk about the BABY SHOWER. :) hhmmm.. what will i give as a gift? &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(HUBBY.. ninong ninang tayo :D gusto mo? )&lt;/span&gt; well i mesage some of the BSN1F.. im still waiting for their reply. lol. i think its really cool to give thea a surprise. i love that girl weve been together for a short time but hey it feels like it has been since birth. i treasure her. the bad thing about that is she doesnt want her ex-boyfriend (yeah you read it right.. ex-boyfriend.. since she doesnt want anything from him, she decided to take care of the baby on her own and with her parents than to share it with that bastard!..) to be near her anymore. she is a very brave gal . ;)... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;*well me im married. lol. baby? hahaha. :)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211948443130479027-8802279691156245429?l=fragilesheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/8802279691156245429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/8802279691156245429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-then-whats-new.html' title='and then whats new?'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05880181719760756053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://srv0106-02.oak1.imeem.com/g/ff68d44980de899ac2a341648d4e3ac8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211948443130479027.post-8279315724523179943</id><published>2007-05-17T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T06:07:09.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/12/27012121/803280770l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you dont know how much i love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for everyone... i wanna tell you all how much i love DAVID TAN :)&lt;br /&gt;the song in blogger account is dedicated to him. i love him so much :)&lt;br /&gt;and  im wishing that starting from now.. he will be my beginning and forever ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to david..&lt;br /&gt;     love, you dont know how happy i am to have you, talking to you through internet for hours.. well heck... you make me smile and giggle. you make me forget the outside world..recieving your messages brightens up my day.. everyday i wake up, remembering your name completes me.  i dont want to lose you.. i want to be with you.. more than forever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211948443130479027-8279315724523179943?l=fragilesheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/feeds/8279315724523179943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211948443130479027&amp;postID=8279315724523179943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/8279315724523179943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/8279315724523179943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-love-you-so-much.html' title='I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!!'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05880181719760756053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://srv0106-02.oak1.imeem.com/g/ff68d44980de899ac2a341648d4e3ac8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211948443130479027.post-6920996090583227962</id><published>2007-05-16T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T07:56:18.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>conversation for hours.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Show Recent Messages (F3)&lt;br /&gt;Arvin Stephen: Ey!Arvin Stephen: Sorry ha...nag meeting lang ako here sa office...Arvin Stephen: tapos na po meeting namin...Arvin Stephen: Di pa nga me nag breakfast e....Arvin Stephen: What do you mean di natuloy?Arvin Stephen: Almost deaad?xae herrera: oh nag meeting pla kayo? sorry.. GM naman un eh. xae herrera: yeah almost...Arvin Stephen: Bakit?Arvin Stephen: What happend twin?Arvin Stephen: Are you still on RAN?xae herrera: my friend invited me to have a ride with him.. but then tamang tama nasa downtown na kami.. may isang careless driver na ang bilis magpatakbo.Arvin Stephen: THen?xae herrera: tapos na bago langxae herrera: oh well ayun, ung sinakyan namin halos nayupi!Arvin Stephen: Were you hurt hun?xae herrera: buti nalang ang natamaan ung sa may drivers seat banda..xae herrera: eh ako katabi nung kaibigan kong nag.dadrive..xae herrera: hindi naman ako nagalusan or anything.. pero nabigla lang..Arvin Stephen: Ok, got me worried there (whew)...Arvin Stephen: Next time po, as much as possible...iwas muna sa disgrasya....xae herrera: naku kung may nagyari saken.. wala na ako dito ngayon noh. tsk.Arvin Stephen: (wag naman ganyan)Arvin Stephen: Di pa nga tayo nag"UUSAP" e.....xae herrera:  ay oo nga plaArvin Stephen: (Haaayy) Nakalimutan....Arvin Stephen: Mukhang ayaw mong pagusapan ah....Arvin Stephen: So, are we going to ignore it again ba?xae herrera: u go first.Arvin Stephen: Huh?Arvin Stephen: (daya)Arvin Stephen: Bakit ganun?xae herrera: kung ako lalake ako mauuna.. eh kaso hindi eh.Arvin Stephen: Hmmm....Arvin Stephen: I'm not good at this.....Arvin Stephen: DOn't know where to start e....xae herrera: just start.Arvin Stephen: Ok, I'll try...Arvin Stephen: Just bare with me na lang....xae herrera: hhmm start.Arvin Stephen: I like what's going on between you and me....Arvin Stephen: Every day that passes, I never skip thinking about you.....Arvin Stephen: (Daym, sabi ko na nga ba corny e...)Arvin Stephen: Pero, totoo.....xae herrera: hayaan mo na.Arvin Stephen: Honestly, I'm scared...xae herrera: y?Arvin Stephen: Scraed to reveal it.....xae herrera: and y?Arvin Stephen: ...your turn.......xae herrera: hhmmm.. same here.. but im scared too.xae herrera: i dunno y...Arvin Stephen: Scared of what?xae herrera: everythings impossible.. so heck... im scared that everything will go to nothing..Arvin Stephen: How often do you think of me......xae herrera: as often as you do..Arvin Stephen: Sometimes I wana say those words to you...especially when I say ... Haaayyy...Arvin Stephen: Thats the time na I'm saying it.....xae herrera: but thats enough... but oh well.Arvin Stephen: I know it obsurd coz we haven't met pa...but eventho...thats how I feel e.......Arvin Stephen: Just being true to my self....Arvin Stephen: Which is the worst thing that could happen...Arvin Stephen: Battling your self.....xae herrera: yeah thats what i think too. its quite absurd kasi wala pa tayo nagkikitaArvin Stephen: Coz often times you loose at the end....xae herrera: yeah i know..Arvin Stephen: HIndi kumpleto araw ko ng di kita nakakausap.....xae herrera: i dont know if i should believe that.. madali lang ako mag trust. but the bad thing is... un ung weakness ko.Arvin Stephen: I know the feeling is mutual...both physically and emotionally.....the urgeness is there already...what more pa kaya when the time comes na magkikita na tayo...?Arvin Stephen: I've had my share of hurtness...being cheated upon.....getting over it isn't that easy.....Arvin Stephen: Thats why I'm scared.....xae herrera: ive been down sooo many times.. im scared of breaking down again.Arvin Stephen: It took me 5 years to overcome that pain and strive to stand up again.....&lt;br /&gt;Arvin Stephen: Would you cheat on me?xae herrera: i wont cheat if no one cheats..xae herrera: and i dont like cheating on someone..Arvin Stephen: Thanks!Arvin Stephen: Just want to lay down all the cards......xae herrera: im so confused...Arvin Stephen: Me too.....Arvin Stephen: I'm just staring at my IM....thinking of what to say......Arvin Stephen: I'm not like this.....I'm used to be focused on everything...pero when it comes to you...nawawala lahat...bakit?xae herrera: i dont know... i dont usually stay up, and awake this late just to go online.. usually im outside.. hanging out with myfriends.. having the nighlife i wanted and got used to. but look. im here.. talking to you.. i really dont get it.Arvin Stephen: To tell you honestly, you're now a part of my life....still confused how to share it with you......Arvin Stephen: To share a life with is something, but to be PART of someones life is EVERYTHING....xae herrera: i just dont know what to say...Arvin Stephen: I'll make that line as my tag line from now on.....xae herrera: im a pessimistic kind of person actually.xae herrera: thats why i scare myself too much..Arvin Stephen: Same here.....xae herrera: but sometimes its worth it.. but i dont know now.Arvin Stephen: Tell me something......Arvin Stephen: I want you to be honest with your self for once.....Arvin Stephen: Do you have feelings for me?xae herrera: yeahxae herrera: ok laugh..Arvin Stephen: Ano ka ba....Arvin Stephen: I'm serious....Arvin Stephen: I got feelings for you too......Arvin Stephen: May be its time we meet...xae herrera: maybe,,,Arvin Stephen: Scared?xae herrera: im not scared.. na magkita tayo or anything...xae herrera: all im scared of is after meeting up...xae herrera: the thought of wats next... etc...xae herrera: teka.... im hungry)Arvin Stephen: Ako rin...Arvin Stephen: Kain tayo?xae herrera: sige kain ka na xae herrera: dont mind me.. dinner naman un eh.. i can skip dinner.. and i guess i have to skip dinner Arvin Stephen: NOArvin Stephen: Please...Arvin Stephen: Kain ka.....xae herrera: dont mind me.. pag uwi sa bahay.. may snacks naman eh.. i can munch on them while doing some paper stuffs.xae herrera: breakfast is the most important meal of the day.. so shoo.. eat breakfast Arvin Stephen: Just want to say this before I go......Arvin Stephen: Before I eat ....Arvin Stephen: Something for you to think about while I'm gone....xae herrera: ok..Arvin Stephen: luv u Arvin Stephen: BRBxae herrera: okxae herrera: pakabusog ka.. aalis na rin ako maya maya konti xae herrera: i feel the samexae herrera: xae herrera: im scared tellimg you those words because of the thought that i think it wont get to anything... i know im willing to accept everything when it comes to someone's life.. but i dont know if ill be accepted. xae herrera: i heart u, but then... hmmm.. i dunno. maybe its just not right.Arvin Stephen: I know you're going to dump me....I understand......siguro talagang ganun....xae herrera: baliw!!! may sinabi ba akong dump!!!!Arvin Stephen: ANg akin lang,mag work man o hindi...at least naging honest ako sa yo....xae herrera: jan ako takot eh.. sa word na mag work man o hindi... kasi kinalabasan.. dili jud na sya mag work..xae herrera: i dunno.. the last time na narinig ko yan i was doing everything i could do to make it work..xae herrera: as in everything...Arvin Stephen: Peace of advice, don't give everything..Arvin Stephen: Magtira sa sarili mo...that's what I've learned from starting over.....xae herrera: yeah magtira sa sarili.. thats what im doing after that mistake..Arvin Stephen: Sa tingin mo ba twin, sasaktan kita?xae herrera: sana nga hindi...xae herrera: how i wish hindi..Arvin Stephen: Hindi...xae herrera: thanks...xae herrera: hindi ko rin naman kaya saktan ka ah.. and what for?Arvin Stephen: Kung magbkasyon ako dyan.....ok lang ba?xae herrera: ok lang..xae herrera: oh well this is just the beginng..Arvin Stephen: I know....Arvin Stephen: Di ba magagalit parents mo if I'll be staying there sa inyo?Arvin Stephen: In your room with me?xae herrera: lol. are you kidding me? lol. syempre magagalit.xae herrera: but there are still other options..Arvin Stephen: Like...?xae herrera: if youll stay here.. and have a vacation.. lol. may mga hotels namn dito eh..Arvin Stephen: With you....xae herrera: in a hotel.. np.Arvin Stephen: Sige...xae herrera: madali lang naman un eh.xae herrera: oh well. busy ka siguro.. might as well go na Arvin Stephen: Nope, I'm thinking of what to say e...Arvin Stephen: SImula kanina pa...nahihirapan na akong kausapin ka....xae herrera: halata naman eh. kahit ako kinda speechless. kinda scared that from tonight everything might change.xae herrera: cge ill go na. gotta go home.xae herrera: im starting to have a headache..xae herrera: you take care nalang Arvin Stephen: WAIT!xae herrera: what?Arvin Stephen: STILL THERE?xae herrera: yeahArvin Stephen: When you go home...think of me ok?Arvin Stephen: Put a smile in your heart...xae herrera: kahit di mo pa sabihin yan.Arvin Stephen: xae herrera: Arvin Stephen: luv uxae herrera: same here. xae herrera: love you Arvin Stephen: Haaayyy.Arvin Stephen: Take care hun....Arvin Stephen: Always...xae herrera: yeah thanks for the care.. xae herrera: take care rin ha Arvin Stephen: I'll be thinking of you for the rest of my shift....Arvin Stephen: Pray before you go to sleep ok..xae herrera: pag uwi pla hindi na? )xae herrera: hahaha...xae herrera: yeah ill pray. i always do.Arvin Stephen: luv u..xae herrera: love you. bye Arvin Stephen: Bye...Arvin Stephen: Ingat..xae herrera: teka tapusin ko muna pla toh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211948443130479027-6920996090583227962?l=fragilesheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/feeds/6920996090583227962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211948443130479027&amp;postID=6920996090583227962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/6920996090583227962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/6920996090583227962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/2007/05/conversation-for-hours.html' title='conversation for hours.'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05880181719760756053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://srv0106-02.oak1.imeem.com/g/ff68d44980de899ac2a341648d4e3ac8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211948443130479027.post-416119781624547209</id><published>2007-05-05T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T06:25:59.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GROOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have my groovenet acoount fixed atlast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well hey. i didnt made a post for the past few days because i wasnt feeling well and i got to busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and alot of problems are in my way. well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heres my groovenet account.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.groovenet.ph/fragile"&gt;http://www.groovenet.ph/fragile&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;visit it for once in a while. or always. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211948443130479027-416119781624547209?l=fragilesheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/feeds/416119781624547209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211948443130479027&amp;postID=416119781624547209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/416119781624547209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/416119781624547209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/2007/05/groove.html' title='GROOVE'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05880181719760756053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://srv0106-02.oak1.imeem.com/g/ff68d44980de899ac2a341648d4e3ac8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211948443130479027.post-8935218898777021692</id><published>2007-04-29T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T04:23:05.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOROSCOPE. i really dont believe if its true.</title><content type='html'>i really dont know if i have to believe or will i believe in horoscopes. i miss someone right now. he is not around. :( oh well. when i checked out my horoscope for today, i was kinda shocked.. or whatever. heres what my horoscope says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j288/sheenalove/horoscope.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LINK: &lt;/b&gt;[ for full size view.] &lt;a href="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j288/sheenalove/horoscope.jpg"&gt;http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j288/sheenalove/horoscope.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. is it true? do you think horoscopes are true? uhhh! im so confused. i wish someday horoscopes would be very much more specific, rather than generic. well i want to ask.. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"GANYAN RIN KAYA ANG HOROSCOPE NYA FOR TODAY?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hay ang gilo talaga! ano ba nangyayari?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont want this to happen. or i do like what is happening but i keep on denying it.??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will anyone help me? pls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211948443130479027-8935218898777021692?l=fragilesheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/feeds/8935218898777021692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211948443130479027&amp;postID=8935218898777021692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/8935218898777021692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/8935218898777021692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/2007/04/horoscope-i-really-dont-believe-if-its.html' title='HOROSCOPE. i really dont believe if its true.'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05880181719760756053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://srv0106-02.oak1.imeem.com/g/ff68d44980de899ac2a341648d4e3ac8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211948443130479027.post-2191499225692355024</id><published>2007-04-28T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T09:54:04.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SLEEP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ILL BE SLEEPING NA! :) 1AM NA KASI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PLS VISIT:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stilletos.multiply.com"&gt;www.stilletos.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THANKS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211948443130479027-2191499225692355024?l=fragilesheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/feeds/2191499225692355024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211948443130479027&amp;postID=2191499225692355024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/2191499225692355024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/2191499225692355024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/2007/04/sleep.html' title='SLEEP'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05880181719760756053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://srv0106-02.oak1.imeem.com/g/ff68d44980de899ac2a341648d4e3ac8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211948443130479027.post-1130224515193866276</id><published>2007-04-28T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T09:55:21.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I DUNNO WHAT TO FEEL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/12/27012121/769024612m.jpg" align="right" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i dunno what to feel.&lt;/b&gt; went to school. and went home. its raining outside. got nothing to do. well taking pictures indoors while raining outdoors is ok. :) but still not as fun as taking pictures outdoors. :) i miss my shadow friend. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;STEPHEN WHERE ARE YOU??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; yoohoo!! and &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;labs is online but then looks like he is not at his desk right now.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; hmf! got no one to talk to. i miss you labs :) got the most boring day to today. my shadow is missing. and my labs is i think busy. :( oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and hey i fixed my multiply account already. but dang like what labs told me. "change your multiply password. your account seemed to be hacked." *tagalog dapat to eh* but no! before i went out to eat lunch i forgot to change my password. and guess what!?? when i returned to continue fixing my page. it seemed that the &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;CRAZY HACKER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; went back to ruin my page again. ggrr! and when at first he deleted only SOME of my photos, ruined my layout, and remove some of my contacts. he went back to &lt;s&gt;&lt;b&gt;DELETE ALL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/s&gt; my &lt;s&gt;&lt;b&gt;PHOTOS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/s&gt; and he &lt;s&gt;&lt;b&gt;RUINED THE new LAYOUT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/s&gt; i just made. and he didnt let my welcome message slip away, my welcome message is &lt;b&gt;"... and so.. blah blah blah.."&lt;/b&gt; and now that mofo changed it to &lt;b&gt;"...and then i FCUK."&lt;/b&gt; how worse can it get? uuhh! how annoying! oh well. now im back to zero. back from total scratch. :( thats why i dunno what i actually feel right now. im so.... tired! i guess. or its just i miss those people mentioned above. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100;color:cornflowerblue;"&gt;www.stilletos.multiply.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;try visiting this site of mine&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;well right now while waiting for stephen.*where in the hell are you?*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;david-labs :) *kumakain kana ba dinner o busy?*&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; im fixing my multiply page. so when you open my multiply page you can see this two pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s83.photobucket.com/albums/j288/sheenalove/th_z-1.jpg" align="left" /&gt; this is the picture to welcome all the visitors of my multiply page. but still i cant upload pictures right now coz im busy and oh i forgot. ill be gone for a week or so. ill be staying at my aunt's place. i dunno if ill call it a vacation coz i think ill just be too bored when i stay there. but then i like the idea of staying there for now. since i really need some rest. &lt;img src="http://s83.photobucket.com/albums/j288/sheenalove/th_Picture034.jpg" align="right" /&gt; and this second pic is for that stupid hacker *lucky you! i made this just for you*. dont mess with me again. grrr, coz whatever you do, well you wont ever.. i say ever succeed! you are a crazy mofo. you are so psycho! no wonder they called you &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;"the culprit."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/u&gt; just fucking stop messing with me coz i really hate what your doing. i know you happy because of what you just did but then well if i caught you, or i can get enought evidence that it is really you who hacked my account. well better expect for the worsest thing that'll happen to your life. youll really regret you messed with me stupid! if you will not stop well be it. and you can see that your life will also be ruined. how dare you do this to me. uuhhh! im not sure of everything but my senses tell me that there is no one but you who will have the thought oof doing this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211948443130479027-1130224515193866276?l=fragilesheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/feeds/1130224515193866276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211948443130479027&amp;postID=1130224515193866276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/1130224515193866276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/1130224515193866276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-dunno-what-to-feel.html' title='I DUNNO WHAT TO FEEL'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05880181719760756053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://srv0106-02.oak1.imeem.com/g/ff68d44980de899ac2a341648d4e3ac8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211948443130479027.post-6617624981822498051</id><published>2007-04-27T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T06:49:46.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PARLOR DAY.. and MULTIPLY account MALFUNCTION.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s83.photobucket.com/albums/j288/sheenalove/th_Picture013-1.jpg" align="right" /&gt;got my new HAIR DONE! :) and im so happy. new hairDO! :) and hey wait. asidefrom having new hair style.. atlast my bangs wear fixed. i tried styling my hair all by myslef butthen the DO-IT-YOURSELF thingy turned out to be a disater. :) i enjoyed alot. i was so excited wondering what i look like with my new hair style. after that. we went to eat in a fastfood resto.. uuhhmm. CHOWKING!!! i ate ... secret ;) i also noticed that my eyes are chinky rin pla. :) i thought hindi eh! hahaha. well im happy. but im also really angry or somewhat really confused on what happened on my multiply account. was my account HACKED? or pictures deleted because i didnt ordered PRINTS? PFT! &gt;.&lt; I MISS SOMEONE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211948443130479027-6617624981822498051?l=fragilesheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/feeds/6617624981822498051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211948443130479027&amp;postID=6617624981822498051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/6617624981822498051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/6617624981822498051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/2007/04/parlor-day-and-multiply-account.html' title='PARLOR DAY.. and MULTIPLY account MALFUNCTION.'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05880181719760756053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://srv0106-02.oak1.imeem.com/g/ff68d44980de899ac2a341648d4e3ac8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211948443130479027.post-7481445525592142185</id><published>2007-04-26T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T05:13:08.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my feelings.. then with ICE CREAM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j288/sheenalove/3.jpg" align="right" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i just recieved my allowance&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;hahaha. then the first thing i did was to pay those freaking deficiencies i got from being late on my duties. lol. cant blame me. i canht sleep well during night time. sounds like pretty weird but thats that! :) atleast i got everything all wrapped up right. atlast no more duties! im so full right now. i ate half a tub of ice cream. i feel like im craving for ice cream. yesterday i was craving for mocha coffee. :) hey.. last night i really felt different specially when i heard &lt;s&gt;COHEED AND CAMBRIA's&lt;/s&gt; song. &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;WAKE UP!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. i dunno. it hit me. oohhh! gosh. i really thought of the songs' thought! i dunno but the person who gave me that song was so special thats why i really appreciated the song. it was a sad song. but then the words really had me. i felt like i wanted to sit in one corner and just cry it all away. i dunno but i guess i already love that person. i try to deny it. but still i cant hide the truth that &lt;i&gt;I AM FALLING INLOVE AGAIN.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211948443130479027-7481445525592142185?l=fragilesheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/feeds/7481445525592142185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211948443130479027&amp;postID=7481445525592142185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/7481445525592142185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/7481445525592142185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-feelings-then-with-ice-cream.html' title='my feelings.. then with ICE CREAM.'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05880181719760756053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://srv0106-02.oak1.imeem.com/g/ff68d44980de899ac2a341648d4e3ac8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211948443130479027.post-5744055106779033113</id><published>2007-04-25T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T02:37:47.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AM I INLOVE. *again?*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cards.lovingyou.com/platinum/images/card0029.jpg" align="left" /&gt;i dont know. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;s&gt;i feel like im inlove again.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt; i have this feelings again. im so boogled with what is happening to me. i easily fall inlove. its a big problem for me. everytime i fall inlove i always end up broken in the last chapter of it. ive been listening to &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;MYMP's&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; new revived song &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;IT ONLY REMINDS ME OF YOU.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;its really hitting me so hard in the heart. shit. i thought i was frigid already. i dont want to end up healing another heartache. im so scared. listen to the song in my blogspot page. i really dont know what to do right now. i know im inlove. coz this is the very same feeling when i fell inlove with the past guys who went in and out of my miserable life. i still have alot of questions left in my head. still im finding... searching for answers. im inlove with someone but i dont know who. might this be another infatuation dilemma? everythings getting weird. everythings going out of hand. hey its maybe i just miss someone. NO! im falling for someone. god! i dont know what to do. last time i said to myself that i wont let anyone take over with my feelings again. falling inlove was the very worst thing that might happen for me now. i dont want to be rejected again. im so weak. there is no such thing as &lt;b&gt;DESTINY.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"How could I ever let you go. Isn't too late to let you show"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; this line from that very song made me think about something. grrrr!!! the question now is &lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;WHO??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/s&gt; who is that person im falling inlove with? that another question that i still cant answer.ooohh. will someone pls help me with this. &lt;b&gt;heres the lyrics of the song, maybe you wanna try to feelthe song while singing it.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#hotpink;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ONLY REMINDS ME OF YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only a dream&lt;br /&gt;A vision of what used to be&lt;br /&gt;The laughter, the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Pictures in time&lt;br /&gt;Fading to memory&lt;br /&gt;How could I ever let you go&lt;br /&gt;Isn't too late to let it show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I come to run from your side&lt;br /&gt;But this place I hide&lt;br /&gt;It only reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;When i turn out of the light&lt;br /&gt;Even the night&lt;br /&gt;It only reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed my freedom&lt;br /&gt;This what I've thought&lt;br /&gt;But I was a fool to believe&lt;br /&gt;My heart breaks while you cry&lt;br /&gt;Rivers of tears&lt;br /&gt;But I was too blind to see&lt;br /&gt;How could I ever let you go&lt;br /&gt;Isn't too late to let you show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I come to run from your side&lt;br /&gt;But this place I hide&lt;br /&gt;It only reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;When I turn out of the light&lt;br /&gt;Even the night&lt;br /&gt;It only reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come back to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;God give me strength...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I come to run from your side&lt;br /&gt;But this place I hide&lt;br /&gt;It only reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;When I turn out of the light&lt;br /&gt;Even the night&lt;br /&gt;It only reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/6211948443130479027-5744055106779033113?l=fragilesheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/feeds/5744055106779033113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211948443130479027&amp;postID=5744055106779033113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/5744055106779033113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/5744055106779033113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/2007/04/am-i-inlove-again.html' title='AM I INLOVE. *again?*'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05880181719760756053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://srv0106-02.oak1.imeem.com/g/ff68d44980de899ac2a341648d4e3ac8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211948443130479027.post-8735731560605044879</id><published>2007-04-25T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T01:30:15.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>04.25.06</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;im really dissapointed with my teachers. i dont know what they are trying to do here. we talked very well that we will meet up at exactly 7AM but then we ended up not having our duty. well i decided to go to our farm, its about 6 kilometres away from our meeting place/duty zone. its been so long since i last visited that place. i was only 12 or 11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;well i was so overwhelmed by the warm welcome that the people gave me when i arrived. and after all this years they still know me. ill take some rest na. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211948443130479027-8735731560605044879?l=fragilesheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/feeds/8735731560605044879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211948443130479027&amp;postID=8735731560605044879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/8735731560605044879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/8735731560605044879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/2007/04/042506.html' title='04.25.06'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05880181719760756053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://srv0106-02.oak1.imeem.com/g/ff68d44980de899ac2a341648d4e3ac8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211948443130479027.post-6254845785916010001</id><published>2007-04-24T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T05:29:02.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>04.24.07</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ok today, well nothing much happened. i slept around 3AM and i woke up around 4:45AM. i didnt have enough sleep for this day. woohh right now i feel my eyes falling. i woke up early because i have my make-up duties for today. i was actually late. my co-students were already on their places while i was still travelling on my way to PIGCAWAYAN NORTH COTABATO where we are conducting those payed duties. i was late, instead of going with them to BRGY. SIMSIMAN i ended up going SOLO in BRGY.ANICK (*same province*).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;it was very tiring because i had no choice but to assist the midwifes on circumcision. i felt dizzy when i saw blood. but i got the hang of it after a few minutes. during lunch  time i fely i was really hungry so i didnt think twice on giving that meal an OFF-diet! after lunch we already started preparing ourselves to g0o home because we finished the job early. i got home around 7PM because i went to kukay's house before heading straight to our own house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i really feel so tired. got heavy eyes. dont like to eat dinner. oh well its already 8:28 PM and ill go to straight to bed now. good night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211948443130479027-6254845785916010001?l=fragilesheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/feeds/6254845785916010001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211948443130479027&amp;postID=6254845785916010001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/6254845785916010001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/6254845785916010001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/2007/04/042407.html' title='04.24.07'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05880181719760756053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://srv0106-02.oak1.imeem.com/g/ff68d44980de899ac2a341648d4e3ac8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211948443130479027.post-8195975823060233528</id><published>2007-04-23T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T05:23:56.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ok ive been very busy lately. because of those very annoying make up duties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;we had that operation tuli. (*hahaha*) we had that communtiy service in pigcawayan nororth cotabato. well i got really tired. got pictures. :) i have this very long story. oh well. be back soon to tell it. tc for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211948443130479027-8195975823060233528?l=fragilesheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/feeds/8195975823060233528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211948443130479027&amp;postID=8195975823060233528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/8195975823060233528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211948443130479027/posts/default/8195975823060233528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilesheena.blogspot.com/2007/04/what.html' title='the what?'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05880181719760756053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://srv0106-02.oak1.imeem.com/g/ff68d44980de899ac2a341648d4e3ac8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
