<?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-7115458</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:15:58.958+08:00</updated><category term='Believe that dreams come true everyday because they do'/><category term='6x24'/><category term='one tree hill'/><title type='text'>Wishful Thinking: Life, As I See It...</title><subtitle type='html'>Every New Beginning Comes From Some Other Beginning's End. - Semisonic</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-8020711278308008092</id><published>2010-03-21T09:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T09:33:11.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><summary type='text'>~♥~ </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/8020711278308008092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=8020711278308008092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/8020711278308008092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/8020711278308008092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2010/03/happiness.html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-6229344060643150091</id><published>2009-12-03T15:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T16:34:46.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Want for Christmas..</title><summary type='text'>is you..and you..and you....and Y♥U! :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/6229344060643150091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=6229344060643150091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/6229344060643150091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/6229344060643150091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All I Want for Christmas..'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbMuxfQzmc4/Sxdv4Z6JLFI/AAAAAAAAATA/Y2JqKGUtlgY/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-8432943400250147744</id><published>2009-11-18T05:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T07:56:16.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Secret Anniversary ProjectEver since I got here in Sydney I've been scouring flea markets, novelty and souvenir shops, and Chinese/ 2 dollar stores for a boomerang with a design that has stars on it for the boyfriend, to no avail. About a couple of weeks ago, I chanced upon a store that sells DIY boomerangs (ok, it was more of paint-it-yourself) and decided to personalise my gift instead. This is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/8432943400250147744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=8432943400250147744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/8432943400250147744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/8432943400250147744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2009/11/secret-anniversary-project-ever-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbMuxfQzmc4/SwMnAD30kgI/AAAAAAAAASg/obJ70RIldzM/s72-c/11182009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-5930871986322897106</id><published>2009-11-08T19:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T19:33:40.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love watching movies with fairytale endings, but movies like 500 days of Summer and Little Black Book are the real deal. They remind you that life will always get in the way of our perfect lovestory but if you're with the person you're supposed to be with... if your relationship is built on friendship, commitment, and those other LITTLE things that have nothing to do with love, you'll survive! ♥</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/5930871986322897106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=5930871986322897106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/5930871986322897106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/5930871986322897106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-watching-movies-with-fairytale.html' title=''/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbMuxfQzmc4/SvaqnNQZ6iI/AAAAAAAAASQ/557ksEz8kzo/s72-c/500daysofsummerdrawing2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-5642655552108702205</id><published>2009-11-04T09:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T11:13:46.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Our baby boy Titus turned two today!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/5642655552108702205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=5642655552108702205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/5642655552108702205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/5642655552108702205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2009/11/our-baby-boy-titus-turned-two-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbMuxfQzmc4/SwIPkYyYwoI/AAAAAAAAASY/V1nk0YpeDmM/s72-c/12937_175070442922_722257922_2988631_1052603_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-3737552756548016086</id><published>2009-10-10T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T20:58:23.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Struck</title><summary type='text'>"There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment."  —        Sarah Dessen     (The Truth About Forever)~♥~</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/3737552756548016086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=3737552756548016086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/3737552756548016086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/3737552756548016086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2009/10/struck.html' title='Struck'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-7574323646460891564</id><published>2009-09-20T12:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T14:05:12.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ Vanilla Twilight ♥</title><summary type='text'>(Credit: http://www.youtube.com/user/KatieM7)The stars lean down to kiss you,And I lie awake I miss you.Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere.'Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly,But I'll miss your arms around me.I'd send a postcard to you dear,'Cause I wish you were here.I watch the night turn light blue.But it's not the same without you,Because it takes two to whisper quietly,The silence isn't so</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/7574323646460891564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=7574323646460891564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/7574323646460891564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/7574323646460891564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2009/09/vanilla-twilight.html' title='♥ Vanilla Twilight ♥'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbMuxfQzmc4/SrXFSwLOf1I/AAAAAAAAASI/_ShOxnWrHW8/s72-c/DSC00235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-2279423707807285033</id><published>2009-09-15T08:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T11:38:21.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>US Open 2009</title><summary type='text'> Aww.. This is by far the second best US Open Finals moment for me. Andy Roddick's first Grand Slam win remains on top of my list.Who could forget this adorable moment?Welcome back Kim, win 'em all! &lt;3</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/2279423707807285033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=2279423707807285033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/2279423707807285033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/2279423707807285033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2009/09/us-open-2009.html' title='US Open 2009'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbMuxfQzmc4/Sq7EtrMwreI/AAAAAAAAAR4/OrNs3vu_klU/s72-c/4cb6e1a0081013bd8121e9fdbd7c6dfe-getty-ten-us_open-clijsters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-3141822485599008269</id><published>2009-09-08T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T08:39:10.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>       "Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind."   — Dr. Seuss   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/3141822485599008269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-1420419312587891972</id><published>2009-08-26T18:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T18:17:58.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna Be A Supermodel</title><summary type='text'>NOT!~PrEppY ~-~Party~--~Sporty~-</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/1420419312587891972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=1420419312587891972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/1420419312587891972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/1420419312587891972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wanna-be-supermodel.html' title='I Wanna Be A Supermodel'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbMuxfQzmc4/SpUKofWm94I/AAAAAAAAARg/pKFC-kxrDSM/s72-c/08252009%28002%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-3895955965609460526</id><published>2009-08-26T17:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T18:07:42.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Melt With You</title><summary type='text'>If I could re-write how Hanz and I met, this is definitely how I'd like our story to start. &lt;3</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/3895955965609460526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=3895955965609460526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/3895955965609460526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/3895955965609460526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-melt-with-you.html' title='I Melt With You'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-5780488786208997680</id><published>2009-08-26T17:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T17:55:26.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha Ha</title><summary type='text'>                        -~Achmed: The Dead Terrorist~--~ Russel Peters ~-My seatmate Marilen saved copies of these videos on my external HD and she's been trying to convince me to check them out for days. I'm glad I did 'coz these guys are pretty hilarious! I couldn't stop chuckling.. I'm glad my uncle and cousin are fast asleep already or else they're gonna think I'm going crazy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/5780488786208997680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=5780488786208997680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/5780488786208997680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/5780488786208997680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2009/08/ha-ha.html' title='Ha Ha'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-6255270858538108711</id><published>2009-08-24T20:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T18:24:12.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear You</title><summary type='text'>Adorable photo of my two favorite people on One Tree Hill.Apparently, SB and AN are dating (again) in real life as well. This is why I love Soph, she has great taste in everything, hands down.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/6255270858538108711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=6255270858538108711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/6255270858538108711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/6255270858538108711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2009/08/dear-you.html' title='Dear You'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-6015167840679727028</id><published>2009-08-18T09:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T09:38:02.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want You</title><summary type='text'>"Ooh I want you, I don't know if I need you butOoh I'd die to find out.." - Savage GardenFell in love with this CANON Miniature - EOS 5D Mark II - 4GB USB Drive after I chanced upon it while bloghopping. The price is a bit steep on eBay though (about A$198- A$218) so I guess I won't be getting it anytime soon.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/6015167840679727028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=6015167840679727028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/6015167840679727028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/6015167840679727028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-want-you.html' title='I Want You'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbMuxfQzmc4/SooDw747YlI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Y4ms1zdVBnM/s72-c/EOS.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-205036845763731196</id><published>2009-08-17T06:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T10:26:21.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Boy</title><summary type='text'>Source: http://www.vaporsmagazine.com/2009/08/bryan-greenberg/My ultimate crush. 'Nuf Said. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/205036845763731196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=205036845763731196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/205036845763731196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/205036845763731196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2009/08/silly-boy.html' title='Silly Boy'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbMuxfQzmc4/SqsFJIWQniI/AAAAAAAAARw/PTZrguhtrIQ/s72-c/IMG_4061-540x820.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-622961900475896763</id><published>2009-08-16T20:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T20:44:54.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sittin' Up In My Room</title><summary type='text'>So I finally got around to fixing my closet.. It's no longer a mess. I give myself at least 2 months before I allow my OC-ness to go into another overdrive.In bed now, I just realized that my techie stuff are invading my sleeping sanctuary. Hmm, will prolly do something about that tomorrow or the next day, or the day after next. Must get some Zzzsss now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/622961900475896763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=622961900475896763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/622961900475896763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/622961900475896763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2009/08/sittin-up-in-my-room.html' title='Sittin&apos; Up In My Room'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbMuxfQzmc4/Sof6S5MrNGI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/nUd2ZHFrBc4/s72-c/IMG_1353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-3824570165139062349</id><published>2009-08-16T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T11:03:31.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Tree Hill</title><summary type='text'>Another little thing that I look forward to: OTH's Season 7 Premiere on the 14th of September. I trust that the genius that is Mark Schwann, still has some magic up his sleeves with or without Leyton. Sophia Bush. Austin Nichols. Robert Buckley. James Lafferty. BJ Galeotti. Can't wait. -~0~-"The rest of your life is a long time and whether you know it or not, it's being shaped right now. You can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/3824570165139062349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=3824570165139062349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/3824570165139062349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/3824570165139062349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-tree-hill.html' title='One Tree Hill'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-8828078582612892017</id><published>2009-08-16T10:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T10:31:21.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon</title><summary type='text'>At my age, is it wrong to look forward to the Aus premiere of this movie? Never got around to reading any of the books (although I've started to listen to one of the Audiobooks, which never fails to put me to sleep), but for some reason I liked the first movie.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/8828078582612892017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=8828078582612892017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/8828078582612892017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/8828078582612892017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-moon.html' title='New Moon'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-3569548729095721254</id><published>2009-08-09T21:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T20:34:40.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When You're Gone</title><summary type='text'>"It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/3569548729095721254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=3569548729095721254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/3569548729095721254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/3569548729095721254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-youre-gone.html' title='When You&apos;re Gone'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbMuxfQzmc4/Sn1zkBziXpI/AAAAAAAAAQI/q5DKKqytyeI/s72-c/Lola+mama%26I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-2866945483447038988</id><published>2009-07-12T21:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:38:54.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Thing (Grateful Sunday)</title><summary type='text'>Today I realized that eventhough I may not have the ideal job that i've been aiming for eversince I got here, I may be the last one of the pack "career-wise", I am still lucky that I have a family back home who are always ready to help me out in every way possible, a guy who's always there to support me in my every decision, and friends who share my happiness with every new life experience and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/2866945483447038988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=2866945483447038988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/2866945483447038988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/2866945483447038988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-thing-grateful-sunday.html' title='One Thing (Grateful Sunday)'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbMuxfQzmc4/Slnm1Iq-xmI/AAAAAAAAAP8/KYoc5keh62Q/s72-c/4834_1165719311211_1474740300_30438626_4635159_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-3854250748292246324</id><published>2009-06-16T19:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:10:40.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone Too Soon</title><summary type='text'> Lola Franz (+), Ate, Mama, MimiYesterday my maternal grandmother was finally laid rest at the Sto. Nino Memorial Park, Naga City. My mom requested me to write a eulogy the night before, for her to read at the funeral mass.  I've written so many sad entries in the past but this is the only one that made me cry in the process. It's so hard losing one of your loved ones especially when you're so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/3854250748292246324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=3854250748292246324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/3854250748292246324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/3854250748292246324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2009/06/gone-too-soon.html' title='Gone Too Soon'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbMuxfQzmc4/SjeEXSpoVfI/AAAAAAAAAP0/v-DBZ8UnUqo/s72-c/3+generations.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-8348149577332771684</id><published>2009-05-27T19:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:11:08.382+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Believe that dreams come true everyday because they do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6x24'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one tree hill'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Take a look at yourself in a mirror who do you see looking back?Is it the person you want to be?Or is there someone else you were meant to be -the person you should have been but fell short of?Is someone telling you, you can’t or you won’t? Because you can.Believe that love is out there.Believe that dreams come true every day. Because they do.Sometimes happiness doesn’t come from money or fame or</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/8348149577332771684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=8348149577332771684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/8348149577332771684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/8348149577332771684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2009/05/take-look-at-yourself-in-mirror-who-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-5418069069269296962</id><published>2009-05-15T20:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:30:51.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NerdRockChic</title><summary type='text'>Just tried out this site called Polyvore (http://www.polyvore.com/) after reading about from someone at Plurk and it was LoVe. It allows you to create your own "sets" which is actually like putting together a spread for a fashion magazine. I'm not much of a fashionista but I always wear what I feel like wearing. I don't shop a lot either but when I see something I really really like (which is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/5418069069269296962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=5418069069269296962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/5418069069269296962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/5418069069269296962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2009/05/nerdrockchic.html' title='NerdRockChic'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-6909846541912415854</id><published>2009-05-10T06:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T06:39:26.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama</title><summary type='text'>"I didn't want to hear it then but I'm not ashamed to say it now Every little thing you said and did was right for me."- The Spice Girls In honor of Mother's Day let me share with you, through a few paragraphs, the most important blessing that God has ever bestowed upon me - my Mama, Ludy.Twenty six years ago she gave birth to me, her second child. I can only help but wonder how she managed to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/6909846541912415854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=6909846541912415854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/6909846541912415854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/6909846541912415854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2009/05/mama.html' title='Mama'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbMuxfQzmc4/Se75Lkn3EkI/AAAAAAAAAPc/dSNhVHOTUdE/s72-c/DSC00147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-6868272743892407536</id><published>2009-05-07T10:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T05:56:37.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birthday Song</title><summary type='text'>Don't worry about that extra line That's creeping up upon your faceIt's just a part of nature's way To say you've grown a little moreTrees have rings and thicker branchesKids shoes get a little tighterEvery year we're getting closer to who we're gonna beIt's time to celebrate the story of how you've come to beHappy birthday my friendHere's to all the years we've shared together All the fun we've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/6868272743892407536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=6868272743892407536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/6868272743892407536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/6868272743892407536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2009/05/birthday-song.html' title='The Birthday Song'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-5621469361543539399</id><published>2009-05-02T19:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T20:42:07.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Life</title><summary type='text'>"Searching for a day, a simple lifeAmong the clouds, the sky is blueWater, stars falling around at night.."- GyskardI don't know how or when it started but one fine day, way back in college, I fell in love with the color Pink. Needless to say, 9 years after, I haven't gotten over it. I've only been in Australia for about 3 months and yet pink stuff are already invading my other belongings. (I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/5621469361543539399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=5621469361543539399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/5621469361543539399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/5621469361543539399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2009/05/pink-life.html' title='Pink Life'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbMuxfQzmc4/Sfw34xIrohI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ZU4X4QRO9f8/s72-c/PinkStuff+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-7186611490613034561</id><published>2009-04-13T20:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:49:34.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How You Remind Me</title><summary type='text'>Some kid jumbled up the alphabet cubes and accidentally formed this right before my very eyes:I just had to take a shot.(Taken at a children's party held at Lollipop's Playland and Cafe, Castle Hill NSW - 3/14/09)~~0~~A couple of blockmates and I went to Bondi Beach today for a much needed R&amp;R after a pretty boring and challenging term. Day 5 of our 3-wk school break.Despite the gloomy and cold </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/7186611490613034561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=7186611490613034561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/7186611490613034561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/7186611490613034561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-you-remind-me.html' title='How You Remind Me'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbMuxfQzmc4/SeMrytBWEdI/AAAAAAAAAO8/kFZuF8K7Caw/s72-c/IMG_1038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-8698510716857453745</id><published>2009-03-29T07:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T08:05:47.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby I'm Yours</title><summary type='text'>Taken at Bondi Beach, Sydney28.03.2009</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/8698510716857453745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=8698510716857453745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/8698510716857453745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/8698510716857453745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2009/03/baby-im-yours.html' title='Baby I&apos;m Yours'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbMuxfQzmc4/Sc66fEmAjEI/AAAAAAAAANk/phvPEwsdEyk/s72-c/IMG_1170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-3989871596223048001</id><published>2009-03-27T18:35:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T17:49:38.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things I Miss Most about the Philippines</title><summary type='text'> 10. Unlimited Internet Connection at a decent price, thanks to Sky Cable's:  9. Ahya Ton's "Unlimited" supply of Del Monte Fit N Right and C2 Green Tea (Apple)... .. and Mama's stash of Lala Fish Crackers  8. Dinner dates, movie nights, drinking sessions with Yikee!, friends from work, besties, and blockmates.(Ok, I know this is pretty old but it's the only pic I can find that we're almost </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/3989871596223048001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=3989871596223048001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/3989871596223048001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/3989871596223048001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2009/03/10-things-i-miss-most-about-philippines.html' title='10 Things I Miss Most about the Philippines'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbMuxfQzmc4/SczBEO46F8I/AAAAAAAAAMM/0JnMW84EbFw/s72-c/ZPDEE.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-5081079834111118155</id><published>2009-03-16T08:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T21:12:07.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awoken</title><summary type='text'>The death of a certain Filipino icon in the midst of a rumored "rift" or falling out between the family and one of his daughters (who is considered by many as the black sheep of the family), made me contemplate a lot on my current state. Without getting into the nitty-gritty of how things turned out this way, I will simply admit that I don't have the best relationship with my own father. In fact,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/5081079834111118155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=5081079834111118155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/5081079834111118155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/5081079834111118155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2009/03/awoken.html' title='Awoken'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-3021120240401636546</id><published>2009-03-02T09:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T20:07:09.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day High or Hay!</title><summary type='text'>Talk about culture shock.Exactly one month ago today, I had my first actual day at school and I literally ran from the Central Station up to my building at 815 George St. to get to class on time - only to find a near empty classroom with no teacher around at 7 a.m. (the scheduled start of class as listed on my timetable).Abul, our instructor walked in at 10 past 8 and gave a very brief overview </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/3021120240401636546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=3021120240401636546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/3021120240401636546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/3021120240401636546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-day-high-or-hay.html' title='First Day High or Hay!'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-2663515106955534460</id><published>2009-02-07T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T09:58:04.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 things you may or may not know about Me:</title><summary type='text'>1. I love to write and I doodle a lot especially when I'm inspired/upset about something.2. I'm still a hopeless romantic and a strong believer of happy endings despite my family's history.3. I love to eat grapes but hate grape juice, I love apple juice but am not fond of the fruit itself, I only eat egg whites when the egg is boiled/cooked sunny side up but love scrambled eggs for breakfast.4. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/2663515106955534460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=2663515106955534460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/2663515106955534460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/2663515106955534460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-things-you-may-or-may-not-know-about.html' title='25 things you may or may not know about Me:'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-4228688138336448197</id><published>2009-02-03T18:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:13:53.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day on a Brand New Planet</title><summary type='text'>I finally arrived after an almost 11-hour red-eye flight. It was pretty surreal waking up inside an airplane and more so getting off at an airport filled with a lot of foreigners. I still can't believe that I'm now 6258 kilometers or 3888 miles or 3379 nautical miles and exactly 3 hours (according to http://www.timeanddate.com) away from the life, the world, I've lived in for the past 25 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/4228688138336448197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=4228688138336448197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/4228688138336448197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/4228688138336448197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-day-on-brand-new-planet.html' title='First Day on a Brand New Planet'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-624758003194639914</id><published>2009-01-05T13:09:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T01:00:28.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting For Now</title><summary type='text'>"Don't ask me who I am Don't ask me where I stand Don't ask me what's my plan Cause I don't know I'm just a planted seed I'm not where I would like to beI still got dreams but they're just on hold"- Bryan GreenbergThese lines from BG's song pretty much sums up where my life's at right now. It's a new year, and I'm hoping to get another fresh start - clean slate on my career. I can't believe it's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/624758003194639914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=624758003194639914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/624758003194639914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/624758003194639914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2009/01/waiting-for-now.html' title='Waiting For Now'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-2260507352900748292</id><published>2008-12-27T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T18:56:48.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Quit</title><summary type='text'>When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,When the funds are low and the debts are high,And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,When care is pressing you down a bit -Rest if you must, but don't you quit.Life is queer with its twists and turns,As every one of us sometimes learns,And many a fellow turns about,When he might have won had he stuck </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/2260507352900748292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=2260507352900748292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/2260507352900748292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/2260507352900748292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2008/12/dont-quit.html' title='Don&apos;t Quit'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-9046218350680827751</id><published>2008-12-23T19:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T01:15:26.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Poem</title><summary type='text'>While looking for something to do on a rainy Monday morning, I stumbled across an old newsletter from way way back when I was still in highschool. Lookie what I found, an old sappy poem I wrote about an ex-boyfriend:I miss the love we used to share,The way you use to careI miss the smile that used to cheer me; But now, that can never beI miss the hands that used to hold mine;The arms ready to hug</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/9046218350680827751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=9046218350680827751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/9046218350680827751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/9046218350680827751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2008/12/old-poem.html' title='Old Poem'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-1783636951863897661</id><published>2008-11-01T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:47:24.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbeats</title><summary type='text'>  "Someone out there is meant to be the love of your life, your best friend, your soul mate, the one you can tell your dreams to, but he'll never laugh at your heart. He'll brush the hair out of your eyes and send you flowers when you least expect it, he'll call you to tell you goodnight, before you get into bed or just because he's thinking about you. He'll be bursting to talk to you each </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/1783636951863897661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=1783636951863897661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/1783636951863897661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/1783636951863897661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2008/11/heartbeats.html' title='Heartbeats'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-3928398265859364134</id><published>2008-10-22T21:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:57:45.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry Fields Forever</title><summary type='text'>Look what I got in the mail today!My good friend Ody was sweet enough to send us a "Congratulatory" postcard for getting back together. Aww.. Life's too sweet! Lol. Thanks Gurl!The BF started his pre-Residency training already last October 16th and although I miss him so badly I know that he's out there chasing his dream of becoming a Cardiothoracic surgeon (Dr. Preston Burke much? haha). He </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/3928398265859364134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=3928398265859364134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/3928398265859364134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/3928398265859364134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2008/10/strawberry-fields-forever.html' title='Strawberry Fields Forever'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbMuxfQzmc4/SP8nSsz30CI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/cxNhDb5wKmA/s72-c/From+Ody.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-4118994485265727816</id><published>2008-09-21T21:19:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:23:38.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming</title><summary type='text'>For the nth time.. the Ex is an ex no more. Now "that's destiny", his words not mine.After 8 years of hardwork, sleepless nights, mental, emotional and physical exhaustion - he finally made it. I've always believed that he's meant to be what he is now, but I never thought that I would be there to witness and to celebrate his success with him and his loved ones.He came back into my life 6 months </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/4118994485265727816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=4118994485265727816' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/4118994485265727816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/4118994485265727816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2008/09/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-5608558923197555921</id><published>2008-09-16T20:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:33:44.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything's right</title><summary type='text'>He said "Of course I still want you in my life.." and "..yeah, you should be there 'coz you are one big part of my life and you are part of that success" and that was enough for her. True story. ~ c",) ~</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/5608558923197555921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=5608558923197555921' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/5608558923197555921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/5608558923197555921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2008/09/everythings-right.html' title='Everything&apos;s right'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-8598139713923471755</id><published>2008-09-12T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T23:06:49.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> "people always leave, but sometimes they come back." - oth -</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/8598139713923471755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=8598139713923471755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/8598139713923471755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/8598139713923471755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2008/09/people-always-leave-but-sometimes-they.html' title=''/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-2535696773804476189</id><published>2008-08-20T16:10:00.045+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:42:20.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10  Things I Loved about Bangkok, Thailand</title><summary type='text'>10) FoodThe food being served at the hotel was alright but nothing special. Most of the dishes are spicy and despite the fact that I grew up in Bicol I've never been a fan of spicy delicacies. What made all the difference is the authentic Thai noodles and the Chicken Curry (yeah it was a bit spicy but it has that sweet taste to balance the spicyness). Yum! 9) The few pleasant people we’ve </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/2535696773804476189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=2535696773804476189' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/2535696773804476189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/2535696773804476189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2008/08/10-things-i-loved-about-bangkok.html' title='10  Things I Loved about Bangkok, Thailand'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbMuxfQzmc4/SLU3sZ3puHI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-XZiCO-jxIs/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-5195876503245773489</id><published>2008-08-08T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:47:03.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Got Lucky! 8.8.8 = 8</title><summary type='text'>Apparently I am a Very Good user of the English languange. lol. I never really believed that I am THAT good. I mean, I didn't get a perfect overall band score but after seeing my IELTS band scores for the first time after weeks of sleepless nights and 13 grueling days of waiting for the results to come out - I was over the moon happy. I know that I still have a loong way to go and this is just 1 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/5195876503245773489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=5195876503245773489' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/5195876503245773489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/5195876503245773489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-got-lucky-8888.html' title='Just Got Lucky! 8.8.8 = 8'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbMuxfQzmc4/SJx3xOrErdI/AAAAAAAAAFI/FWDQbfZOh7E/s72-c/four-leaf-clover.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-8110827197068877516</id><published>2008-07-06T22:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T21:45:30.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting Down the Days</title><summary type='text'>I finally did it. I quit my first job. After 3 years, 11 months, and 20 days - in a week's time, I bid farewell to the company that has given me my first break, first shot in the corporate world.It's scary not knowing what the future holds for me after July 11th but I'm keeping the faith that God will see me through, as He always does.About a month ago, my boss asked me if I was happy with my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/8110827197068877516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=8110827197068877516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/8110827197068877516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/8110827197068877516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2008/07/counting-down-days.html' title='Counting Down the Days'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-191075964013632217</id><published>2008-05-07T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T17:27:24.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Poem</title><summary type='text'>Yep, I'm officially in my mid-20's today! From this day on people are gonna start treating me (or at least I wish they would) like an adult. I can no longer use my age as an excuse if ever I screw up or if I act immature/childish.It feels weird being 25, seems like yesterday I was a 20 year old naive little girl who just graduated fresh from college full of hopes and dreams for the future.Hay! I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/191075964013632217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=191075964013632217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/191075964013632217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/191075964013632217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2008/05/birthday-poem.html' title='Birthday Poem'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-3971292167879947782</id><published>2008-04-15T23:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:55:07.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Make a wish; place it in your heart.Anything you want, everything you want. Do you have it? Good. Now believe it can come true. You never know when the next miracle’s gonna come – from the next smile, the next wish come true. But if you believe that its right around the corner and you open your heart and mind to the possibility of it, to the certainty of it – you just might get the thing you’re </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/3971292167879947782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=3971292167879947782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/3971292167879947782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/3971292167879947782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2008/04/do-you-have-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbMuxfQzmc4/SATLb8dhQPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/W336T0Xn3vs/s72-c/onetreehill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-2360934919858245802</id><published>2008-04-13T22:43:00.027+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:55:16.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Week '08</title><summary type='text'>I went home to the province to spend the Holy Week with my family. We did the usual stuff we do every year but what made it extra special is that we have two new additions to our circle – Ahya Ton and Baby Titus.Day 1 – Thursday, March 20, 2008Flew home to Bicol via Air Philippines with Ate, Ahya Ton, and Baby Titus at around 7:30 a.m.Went to the dentist for my, supposedly, monthly dental </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/2360934919858245802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=2360934919858245802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/2360934919858245802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/2360934919858245802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2008/04/holy-week-08.html' title='Holy Week &apos;08'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbMuxfQzmc4/SAIi7sdhPzI/AAAAAAAAABY/Cx-PY7ID5xU/s72-c/IMG_2345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-2190964109463001080</id><published>2008-03-10T22:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T22:16:24.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  “Like any other kind of love, friendship can be lost in our lives due to neglect, anger, or sometimes, simply circumstances. However it is lost, we often lose a part of ourselves that can never quite be recovered.” - AnonymousBrowsing through the Friendster pages of my "friends" - long lost, old, and new - made me feel somewhat nostalgic. Seeing these people, those from my past especially, made</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/2190964109463001080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=2190964109463001080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/2190964109463001080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/2190964109463001080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2008/03/like-any-other-kind-of-love-friendship.html' title=''/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-5147467818664282831</id><published>2008-02-11T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:55:17.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet</title><summary type='text'>As I stare across the nothingness (well, except for the towering buildings and tall electricity posts), thoughts come rushing into my mind.I realized just now that I got what I wanted, after a little over 6 months of wishing and praying for this day to come.I wanted peace - of mind and when it comes to the atmosphere at the workplace, and I got it.I wanted so badly to move out from the place </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/5147467818664282831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=5147467818664282831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/5147467818664282831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/5147467818664282831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2008/02/bittersweet.html' title='Bittersweet'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbMuxfQzmc4/R7BS-DCujdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2USadWiVMf4/s72-c/DSC00374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-1476680683635096939</id><published>2008-02-07T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:55:17.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Chinese...</title><summary type='text'>My family has somehow managed to incorporate the Chinese culture into our lives ever since my Ate got married  to Ahya Ton and ever since their bundle of joy, Titus, came into the picture.Lately I found myself more and more fascinated with their customs and traditions, knowing that most of this little boy's life will be spent discovering his Chinese roots.I've decided that one of my goals this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/1476680683635096939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=1476680683635096939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/1476680683635096939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/1476680683635096939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2008/02/going-chinese-in-good-way.html' title='Going Chinese...'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbMuxfQzmc4/R6sXGHzD84I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v5h0zJlVByo/s72-c/IMG_2179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-116494996606496715</id><published>2006-12-01T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T13:26:57.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Good Things Come To An End</title><summary type='text'>Today is "D-day."After much thought and careful consideration I have decided to "free" myself of the pain and misery of having to second-guess/analyze what our status is so there I've changed mine to Single (while he remains to be ironically "In A Relationship" despite the fact that he hasn't spoken to me and we haven't seen each other for almost 3 months). It's sad that things had to turn out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/116494996606496715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=116494996606496715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/116494996606496715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/116494996606496715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2006/12/all-good-things-come-to-end.html' title='All Good Things Come To An End'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-116281923402473353</id><published>2006-11-06T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T21:20:34.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Love Life Secrets AreLooking back on your life, you will have a few true loves.You're a little scarred from your past relationships, but who isn't?You expect a lot from your lover - you want the full package. You tend to be very picky.In fights, you love to debate and defend yourself. You logic prevails - or at least you'd like to think so.A break-up usually comes as a shock to you. You </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/116281923402473353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=116281923402473353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/116281923402473353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/116281923402473353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2006/11/your-love-life-secrets-are-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-116269611599752804</id><published>2006-11-05T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T11:17:46.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wreck of The Day</title><summary type='text'>" Driving away from the wreck of the dayAnd the light's always red in the rear-viewDesperately close to a coffin of hopeI'd cheat destiny just to be near youIf this is giving up, then I'm giving upIf this is giving up, then I'm giving up, giving up On love, On love" - Anna NalickReese and Ryan split after 7 years, Chris Rock files for divorce from his wife of nearly 10 years, Brooke left Lucas (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/116269611599752804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=116269611599752804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/116269611599752804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/116269611599752804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2006/11/wreck-of-day.html' title='Wreck of The Day'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-116015222061234025</id><published>2006-10-07T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T23:17:18.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Distance</title><summary type='text'> "Can I ever learn to walk away?" - Over ItWe've been through this before and here we are again. After less than a year of being back together (10 months to be exact) we're back to this hell-hole we tried to escape from the last time. It's like we keep going on in circles for years without knowing how to stop. Relationships aren't supposed to be hard, love isn't supposed to be difficult - or so I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/116015222061234025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=116015222061234025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/116015222061234025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/116015222061234025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2006/10/distance.html' title='The Distance'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-115694759868268911</id><published>2006-08-30T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T22:33:57.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Slide Roll Experiment</title><summary type='text'> &lt;!-- embedded thumbnail --&gt;View Photo Slideshow&lt;!-- end thumbnail --&gt; &lt;!-- link code, helps support our community --&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/115694759868268911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=115694759868268911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/115694759868268911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/115694759868268911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2006/08/slide-roll-experiment.html' title='The Slide Roll Experiment'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-115600136462574245</id><published>2006-08-19T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T23:29:24.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Missing You</title><summary type='text'>I read this in a book that I borrowed from a friend: "Real/True love isn't just about all the romantic stuff when everything is easy nor is it just about the cute stuff. It's about the tough times when things get difficult. When it's not all hearts and flowers. When it's about two people staying together, no matter what. And if I want anything from life it's - a special kind of love. A love that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/115600136462574245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=115600136462574245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/115600136462574245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/115600136462574245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-not-missing-you.html' title='I&apos;m Not Missing You'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-115495076253121740</id><published>2006-08-07T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T19:39:23.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun's Gonna Rise</title><summary type='text'>The Bottom LineWhen things are meant to come together, they will. The timing will be right soon.In DetailThere is an interesting phenomenon going on in your life right now: The closer you come to fully understanding things, the slower the pace of your life becomes. This may make it difficult for you to build on any new ideas, and it could be a challenge to build up any momentum, but try not to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/115495076253121740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=115495076253121740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/115495076253121740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/115495076253121740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2006/08/suns-gonna-rise.html' title='Sun&apos;s Gonna Rise'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-115461329029862378</id><published>2006-08-03T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T22:03:51.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Got Me All Wrong</title><summary type='text'>Life at work right now is pretty exhausting - mentally, emotionally..Funny thing is that it's not even about the workload at all, it's mostly the people around me who are driving me crazy. I never thought that working hard at the office would actually include having to adjust/conform your mood, your feelings, your decisions, your opinions, your ideas according to whoever it is you're dealing with</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/115461329029862378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=115461329029862378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/115461329029862378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/115461329029862378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-got-me-all-wrong.html' title='You Got Me All Wrong'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-115452958187487461</id><published>2006-08-02T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T19:47:43.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop All the World Now</title><summary type='text'>The Bottom Line Put on the brakes and see where you are in life. Reconnect with a few folks today.In Detail If your pace is feeling out of whack with the rest of the world's today, it is probably because you are going way too fast -- the people who are in your life right now just cannot keep up! Put on the brakes today and see where you are in life. Take in the scenery and reconnect with a few </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/115452958187487461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=115452958187487461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/115452958187487461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/115452958187487461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2006/08/stop-all-world-now.html' title='Stop All the World Now'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-115436013468360603</id><published>2006-07-31T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T23:43:31.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Confessions of a G.A. Addict"</title><summary type='text'>All it took was one episode and I was hooked. I never thought that a medical drama would turn out to be my latest addiction. Medicine for that matter was never my thing, even when I was a kid. While the rest of my peers dreamed about becoming great doctors one day by trying their best to master the Sciences, I stood on the sidelines leaning towards the opposite direction - the Arts. Other than </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/115436013468360603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=115436013468360603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/115436013468360603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/115436013468360603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2006/07/confessions-of-ga-addict.html' title='&quot;Confessions of a G.A. Addict&quot;'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-114696137764487834</id><published>2006-05-07T08:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T10:42:10.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27 Questions</title><summary type='text'>I just thought that I ought to post something on my 23rd Bday so here ya go!These are supposedly 27 questions that noone would EVER think to ask. 1. When you looked at yourself in the mirrortoday, what was the first thing you thought?&gt; God! I'm 23 already. :(2. How much cash do you have on you?&gt; Huhm.. considering its my bday I had to stash a few bucks for whatever.3. What's a word that rhymes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/114696137764487834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=114696137764487834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/114696137764487834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/114696137764487834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2006/05/27-questions_07.html' title='27 Questions'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-114265465372505853</id><published>2006-04-08T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T09:26:26.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Year That Was and 2006</title><summary type='text'>Last Year's Story2005 was another learning experience, something to look back on, another chapter in my so-called life.It was an emotional roller-coaster in almost every aspect. I was single when the year started, had a decent job, little savings, met new people, lost touch with some, had no social life during weekdays, had too much coffee intake for my own good, crashed my car, had a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/114265465372505853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=114265465372505853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/114265465372505853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/114265465372505853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2006/04/year-that-was-and-2006.html' title='The Year That Was and 2006'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-113548414797697001</id><published>2005-12-25T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T10:16:19.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Christmas...</title><summary type='text'>"And as we trim the tree,How much fun it's gonna be together,This christmas,Fireside is blazing bright,We're caroling through the night,And this christmas, will beA very special christmas, for me"This song holds true for me this year. I came home for the holidays having noexpectations and special plans whatsoever. A short break, good food, and gifts- that was how I pictured it to be, that's what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/113548414797697001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=113548414797697001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/113548414797697001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/113548414797697001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-christmas.html' title='This Christmas...'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-113178062110454554</id><published>2005-11-12T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T22:02:00.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey World: I'm Officially Old!</title><summary type='text'>There, I've said it. (See Title) For the first time in my life it finally occurred to me that I am now officially old, mature - a grown up. Let me recount some of the events that brought about this realization or should I dare say "enlightenment."* Last night, we hitched a ride with one of the managers in our area to go to Glorietta after the culmination of an event at the Head Office. AJ (my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/113178062110454554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=113178062110454554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/113178062110454554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/113178062110454554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2005/11/hey-world-im-officially-old.html' title='Hey World: I&apos;m Officially Old!'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-113085093426416566</id><published>2005-11-01T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T21:15:34.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow Up Blah blah</title><summary type='text'>I just read my (intense?) post last night and wanted to point out one more thing about me and the Ex.We were in a long distance relationship for two years and it was understandable because he lived 8 hours away from where I live and his whole life revolved around that place at that time. But now, how is it possible to be in a long distance relationship when he is here in Manila as well? I've been</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/113085093426416566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=113085093426416566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/113085093426416566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/113085093426416566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2005/11/follow-up-blah-blah.html' title='Follow Up Blah blah'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-113077763311966441</id><published>2005-10-31T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T00:53:53.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah blah</title><summary type='text'>I was in the process of writing a short essay on being single a couple of weeks ago and was happily doing fine on my own when I got distracted by one text message which totally blindsided me (again!).It was a short and very casual message from the Ex asking me out, just because he doesn't have any "business" at school. In a nutshell we spent a great afternoon together as if the break up never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/113077763311966441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=113077763311966441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/113077763311966441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/113077763311966441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2005/10/blah-blah.html' title='Blah blah'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-112963769034738774</id><published>2005-09-30T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T20:43:55.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Realizations</title><summary type='text'>The following statements are merely opinions and purely based on personal experiences. Over the past few months since the last time I wrote regarding my life experiences, I've stumbled upon new things, new experiences that really tested my maturity and ability to endure unpleasant situations. Life has a way of teaching you to get by each day.WORKPLACE* You can't really please everybody, so stop </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/112963769034738774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=112963769034738774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/112963769034738774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/112963769034738774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2005/09/random-realizations.html' title='Random Realizations'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-112653102750902465</id><published>2005-09-12T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T22:09:31.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>US Open Championships in a Nutshell</title><summary type='text'>US Open Women's ChampionThe epitome of the cliche: "Try and try until you succeed". Belgian Kim Clijsters at last won her first Grand Slam after 5 tries on a one-sided match against Mary Pierce. One of WTA's best players finally made her mark on Centre Court.US Open Men's ChampionRoger Federer gracefully added another Grand Slam to his already impressive collection of titles defeating no less </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/112653102750902465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=112653102750902465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/112653102750902465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/112653102750902465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2005/09/us-open-championships-in-nutshell.html' title='US Open Championships in a Nutshell'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-112149862892647918</id><published>2005-08-16T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T18:47:22.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fairytale</title><summary type='text'>Once upon a time, in a faraway land, there was a shy wallflower who lived with her circus clown and two tone deaf singers.The shy wallflower dreamed of going to Paris, and owning a hot air balloon, but her circus clown was always stealing her pancakes, making these dreams seem darn near impossible to achieve. Plus her two tone deaf singers had eyes that could fall in love. Tough life.Across town,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/112149862892647918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=112149862892647918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/112149862892647918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/112149862892647918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-fairytale.html' title='My Fairytale'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-112108227654967161</id><published>2005-07-11T19:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T18:42:45.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode To Andy...</title><summary type='text'>A couple of months ago I was at work, bored to death, with nothin' much to do... I came across the sports section of Business World and, being a self-confessed "tennis groupie" that I am, went straight to an article featuring andy's hat trick at stella artois. Words suddenly formed in my head and i had to write it down, now I'm not some stalker-ish/obsessed fan but here's what came out of it...An</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/112108227654967161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=112108227654967161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/112108227654967161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/112108227654967161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2005/07/ode-to-andy_11.html' title='Ode To Andy...'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-112087146217751353</id><published>2005-07-09T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T09:34:59.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Every Woman Should Know and Should Have...</title><summary type='text'>What Every Woman Should Know...1. How to fall in love without losing yourself,2. How you feel about having kids,3. How to quit a job, break up with a man, and confront a friend without ruining the friendship,4. When to try harder and when to walk away,5. How to kiss a man in a way that communicates perfectly what you would and wouldn't like to happen next,6. How to have a good time at a party you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/112087146217751353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=112087146217751353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/112087146217751353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/112087146217751353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-every-woman-should-know-and.html' title='What Every Woman Should Know and Should Have...'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-112150449064961796</id><published>2005-07-04T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T17:01:30.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"3's"</title><summary type='text'>Something I got from a Friendster - Bullettin Board:Three names you go by:1. Camille2. Mimi3. MimThree screen names you have had: 1. krazy_angel2. mimzkidoodle3. bubblegum_galThree physical things you like about yourself:1. Skin2. Hair3. LipsThree physical things you don't like about yourself: 1. Feet2. Eyebrows3. Baby fatThree parts of your heritage: 1. Spanish2. Chinese3. FilipinoThree things </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/112150449064961796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=112150449064961796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/112150449064961796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/112150449064961796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2005/07/3s.html' title='&quot;3&apos;s&quot;'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-112099443696253256</id><published>2005-06-30T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T20:04:12.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Over</title><summary type='text'>I've been ranting about my dysfunctional love life over the last few months. Weird, how things turned out after my last post, I now know that a lot can happen in a month. Surprise ComebackOnly a whole month after leaving for the US, he came back. I had no idea it can/will happen, not in a million years. The first time he came home, we grew apart rather than closer up until the day he left. We </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/112099443696253256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=112099443696253256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/112099443696253256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/112099443696253256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2005/06/starting-over.html' title='Starting Over'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-111969862337710067</id><published>2005-05-21T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T21:11:14.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><summary type='text'>                  The past week have been a blur, it started with a breakfast treat that I prepared for my officemates to celebrate my 22nd birthday. (Nearly two weeks after my real birthday coz they found out, hehe.) I left work early that day to have dinner with my boss and his other staff assistant at Grappa, this cool Italian resto. The day went well in all other aspects of my life.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/111969862337710067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=111969862337710067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/111969862337710067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/111969862337710067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2005/05/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-112108051412876918</id><published>2005-05-12T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T19:21:18.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Sappy Poetry...</title><summary type='text'>life offered you when i was down,everything fell into place when you came around,made me feel whole, safe and sound,under your spell - it seemed like i was bound,every reason to be happy once again, with you i found,lifting my broken spirit away from the ground.just about the time i allowed myself to fall,out of the blue you walked away from it all,how do you expect me to rise up again, to stand </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/112108051412876918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=112108051412876918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/112108051412876918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/112108051412876918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2005/05/another-sappy-poetry.html' title='Another Sappy Poetry...'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-111970347888642427</id><published>2005-05-06T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T21:21:49.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ipod Malady</title><summary type='text'>I've always thought that music is my life, or at least it's been a huge part of it since I was little. I sing along with it when I'm happy. I analyze and relate to the lyrics whenever I'm sad. What would I do without it? That I had to find out last night. It was a painful experience. I maybe overreacting. It's the feeling you get when a love is lost - a valuable things is lost. And in just a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/111970347888642427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=111970347888642427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/111970347888642427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/111970347888642427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2005/05/ipod-malady.html' title='Ipod Malady'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-111970164202527697</id><published>2005-05-04T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T13:44:49.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch Base</title><summary type='text'>It's been a while since I babled about love around here. Maybe it's because I had none, romantic love that is. I consider many as the loves of my life, I have my family and friends. Just recently I came close to having one. He was almost but not quite. Let me start from the beginning. A little more than a year ago i broke up with my boyfriend of almost 2 years, it was a low point in my life. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/111970164202527697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=111970164202527697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/111970164202527697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/111970164202527697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2005/05/touch-base.html' title='Touch Base'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-111165211174873382</id><published>2005-03-24T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T17:02:05.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life So Far..</title><summary type='text'>I can't believe it's been three months since I last posted about random stuff. Work completely took over my life eversince I started my job and I'm not complaining but I need to get a life away from it all. I hafta break the everyday cycle of work-&gt;home, day after day just to keep me sane and make all of it bearable.Like they say, Life is a constant touch and go... grab each moment as if it were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/111165211174873382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=111165211174873382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/111165211174873382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/111165211174873382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-life-so-far.html' title='My Life So Far..'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-110174066753462106</id><published>2004-11-29T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T23:04:27.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen Angel</title><summary type='text'>The ground shookSomething fellWhat it is, too difficult to tellAh Wait! Winged creatureToo deep a wound you tookBlood rushed from your heartFlowed right through the brookYour journey from beyond must have been roughDropped right on earth no matter how toughThe pain that surge from within must be unbearableNever expecting that the pedestal will crumbleTears from your eyes started </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/110174066753462106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=110174066753462106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/110174066753462106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/110174066753462106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2004/11/fallen-angel.html' title='Fallen Angel'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-110103495399744672</id><published>2004-11-21T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T22:44:22.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode To An Ex Part II</title><summary type='text'>TaintedA fresh start was all I wantedThat one simple wishonce again you took for grantedWould my life continue to be haunted,by the ghost of youLonger than how our love ever lasted?It's as if by fate I'm being taunted.Misled by these illusions that I createdWishing for something that wasn't mine to haveAll my hopes and dreams suddenly fadedIn a flash, just like that, my fairytale </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/110103495399744672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=110103495399744672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/110103495399744672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/110103495399744672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2004/11/ode-to-ex-part-ii.html' title='Ode To An Ex Part II'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-110040939379806668</id><published>2004-11-15T05:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T22:46:20.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down Time Sunday on Cyberspace</title><summary type='text'>With nothin' much else to do I decided to try answering some online fun quizzes just so I won't get bored. Check it out!You Are Psyche!Eternally in search of purpose and insight.You're curious and creative with a total sense of wonder.Totally empathetic, you pick up on other's moods easily.Just be sure to pamper yourself as well!What Goddess Are You? Take This Quiz :-)Your Lip Gloss </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/110040939379806668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=110040939379806668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/110040939379806668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/110040939379806668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2004/11/down-time-sunday-on-cyberspace.html' title='Down Time Sunday on Cyberspace'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-109859958346629431</id><published>2004-10-24T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T22:46:23.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review, Boomerangs, and Happy Endings</title><summary type='text'>I woke up this Sunday morning without any made plans whatsoever, grabbed my Ipod and hit the play button as I stared across the room and up the ceiling. Feeling a little bit hungry I ran downstairs and ate breakfast. Like I always do on lazy days like this, I checked out our DVD collection and came across Little Black Book, a movie which seemed to be just another romantic comedy where the girl </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/109859958346629431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=109859958346629431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/109859958346629431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/109859958346629431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2004/10/movie-review-boomerangs-and-happy.html' title='Movie Review, Boomerangs, and Happy Endings'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-109577757977405790</id><published>2004-09-21T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T22:49:37.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greatest Story Ever Told..</title><summary type='text'>GUESS HOW MUCH I LOVE YOUBy: Sam McBratneySometimes, when you love someone very, very much, you want to find a way of describing how great your feelings are. But as Little Nutbrown Hare and Big Nutbrown Hare discover, love is not an easy thing to measure.Little Nutbrown Hare, who was going to bed, held on tight to Big Nutbrown Hare's very long ears. He wanted to be sure that Big Nutbrown </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/109577757977405790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=109577757977405790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/109577757977405790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/109577757977405790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2004/09/greatest-story-ever-told.html' title='Greatest Story Ever Told..'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-109240043663101790</id><published>2004-08-13T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T10:52:15.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week of Firsts...</title><summary type='text'>These past few days have been great for me, I've gone through and experienced a lot of firsts. Its been my first week on my new found job, (so far so good), my first time to drive all by my lonesome all the way to where I work and back. Lastly, today I received my first ever paycheck - my hard-earned money. All's good and thinks couldn't be any better. :)I still can't believe that now I have to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/109240043663101790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=109240043663101790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/109240043663101790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/109240043663101790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2004/08/week-of-firsts.html' title='A Week of Firsts...'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-109180523691880947</id><published>2004-08-06T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T23:13:56.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Walk To Remember</title><summary type='text'>If someone told me a month ago that taking a long walk in Makati would be fun and memorable, I would have laughed  and muttered: "You have got to be kidding me." I've always been the kind who would prefer to spend money just to get somewhere by taking a taxi ride whenever I'm all by  myself.These past few days have been proof that life isn't so bad after all. Who would've thought that a simple </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/109180523691880947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=109180523691880947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/109180523691880947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/109180523691880947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2004/08/walk-to-remember.html' title='A Walk To Remember'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-109110495009792891</id><published>2004-07-29T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T22:52:51.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Glimpse of the Other Path </title><summary type='text'>Five days ago, I had the chance to taste the life of a law student. (Sans the need to read voluminous books that is.) It was like I was given a chance to walk in the path I chose not to take right after graduation.After my pre-employment medical exam, I had nowhere to go. I thought about spending the whole afternoon by myself, I was toying with the idea of watching I,Robot or just stroll around</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/109110495009792891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=109110495009792891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/109110495009792891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/109110495009792891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2004/07/glimpse-of-other-path.html' title='A Glimpse of the Other Path '/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-109080687119297845</id><published>2004-07-26T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T19:45:27.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Love, Infatuation, and Moving On</title><summary type='text'>It’s amazing how I've come to terms with the hurt that I felt when I broke up with BeeJay. He was the first guy who taught me how to love - or so I thought that it was indeed love during those times. I was willing to give up everything for him, my friends, my immaturity, and a lot of other things that he might not like. Why you ask? Perhaps because I was blinded by my emotions.  He was a long </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/109080687119297845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=109080687119297845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/109080687119297845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/109080687119297845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2004/07/on-love-infatuation-and-moving-on.html' title='On Love, Infatuation, and Moving On'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-109021000737540274</id><published>2004-07-19T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T13:39:17.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Sides of Me</title><summary type='text'>                As always, I spent most of last night in front of the computer doing nothing. Im not sure if its out of sheer boredom or a kick of creativity that made me do the abstract (or should i say distorted) photo collage of myself. I'd like to call it "The Different Sides of Me."                 I was in the process of typing my usual blog entry for this picture when all of a sudden </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/109021000737540274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=109021000737540274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/109021000737540274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/109021000737540274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2004/07/different-sides-of-me.html' title='Different Sides of Me'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-108995074821284732</id><published>2004-07-16T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T23:58:21.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Night Review </title><summary type='text'>                   I watched The Notebook last night and I'd have to say that the movie was well crafted and the locations definitely gave justice to the descriptions that Nicholas Sparks wrote. However, I'd have to say that the flaw of the movie was the storyline, unlike the book, it wasn't able to give the same depth and meaning to every event in Noah and Allie's love story. The way they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/108995074821284732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=108995074821284732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/108995074821284732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/108995074821284732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2004/07/movie-night-review.html' title='Movie Night Review '/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-108927893719269846</id><published>2004-07-08T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T11:39:18.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Tennis Talk, Krazy Lazy Thursday Afternoon</title><summary type='text'> I think I'm having Tennis Withdrawal... it's been only a week after Wimbledon and I kinda miss having to sit around comfortably in front of the television, tuned in at Star Sports and rooting for whoever tennis favorite of mine's playing right that moment. I love the feeling of anticipation, not knowing how the match is gonna turn out (except probably when its Federer who's playing, one way </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/108927893719269846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=108927893719269846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/108927893719269846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/108927893719269846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2004/07/more-tennis-talk-krazy-laz_108927893719269846.html' title='More Tennis Talk, Krazy Lazy Thursday Afternoon'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-108900023898452434</id><published>2004-07-05T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T12:49:18.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wimbley Results, Weekend get-away and Back</title><summary type='text'> 17 year old Maria Sharapova stuns defending Champion Serena Williams to takethe Wimbledon title, 6-1, 6-4.      It was a match definitely worth watching as the teen tennis Beauty takes on the Best of women's tennis. At least one of my bets came through to win the tourney. I'm a little disappointed though that Andy Roddick wasn't able to bring home a second career Grand Slam after losing to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/108900023898452434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=108900023898452434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/108900023898452434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/108900023898452434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2004/07/wimbley-results-weekend-get-away-and.html' title='Wimbley Results, Weekend get-away and Back'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-109066644427608562</id><published>2004-07-05T06:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T18:54:04.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Losing Someone</title><summary type='text'>Losing someone is probably the most painful experience anyone can ever have. We can never be assured that those people who have touched our lives and made their mark on it, would stay with us for as long as we want to. It is not for us to decide nor is it in our hands. Along the way we lose them, in ways such as: breaking up, quarrelling, or simply by drifting away from each other; but probably </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/109066644427608562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=109066644427608562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/109066644427608562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/109066644427608562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2004/07/on-losing-someone.html' title='On Losing Someone'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-108787952746804603</id><published>2004-06-22T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T01:57:44.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy dayz...</title><summary type='text'>It's been raining a lot lately.. it bothers me because in a way, the weather does affect one's mood. I've been procrastinating a lot these past few days, but I'm one step away from landing a job. I sure hope that all goes well tomorrow, I'm pretty nervous at this point, maybe because I'm afraid I might mess up. Hope not. I made a list of things that I wanna do in the future... 101 things to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/108787952746804603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=108787952746804603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/108787952746804603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/108787952746804603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2004/06/rainy-dayz.html' title='Rainy dayz...'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-108683437838969702</id><published>2004-06-10T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T10:36:25.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live, Love, Laugh</title><summary type='text'>Recently I've come to realize that I haven't really done anything productive the last month or so.. aside from taking up driving lessons, which was short and sweet  but still it was that one thing that I did which made me "grow" in a way. I think I should stop procrastinating, get my butt out there and start looking for a job - a serious job that I sure hope would pay well. In this day and age,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/108683437838969702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=108683437838969702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/108683437838969702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/108683437838969702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2004/06/live-love-laugh.html' title='Live, Love, Laugh'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-108659204884164410</id><published>2004-06-07T14:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T15:07:28.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Tidbits</title><summary type='text'> Augh! It's been raining non-stop eversince the month of June came.. :(   I'm really bummed out coz I can't tell the difference between night and day anymore.. lol... nah, the bad weather didn't make me stupid or anything of that sorts.I just finished my 8-hour driving lessons and our instructor told me that I can finally drive.. It’s funny though coz I think I just learned how to control the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/108659204884164410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=108659204884164410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/108659204884164410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/108659204884164410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2004/06/random-tidbits_108659204884164410.html' title='Random Tidbits'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115458.post-108624328624525478</id><published>2004-06-03T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T16:31:13.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marat- Out!</title><summary type='text'>Marat drops out of the French Open 2004, he was defeated by Argentine David Nalbandian </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/feeds/108624328624525478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115458&amp;postID=108624328624525478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/108624328624525478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115458/posts/default/108624328624525478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblegumgal.blogspot.com/2004/06/marat-out.html' title='Marat- Out!'/><author><name>Bubblegum_GaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394858255496055770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/krazy_angel/girlinthemirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
