<?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-9676900</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:30:11.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orange Fantasies</title><subtitle type='html'>Sometimes life can taste so acidic but that is sometimes the sour truth but mind you, the truth no matter how sour it is will never be the enemy of sweet happiness.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangefantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9676900/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangefantasies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06521797879160383446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9676900.post-111071710439009059</id><published>2005-03-13T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T20:31:44.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the death of the orange fantasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt; I have moved to &lt;a href="http://blackholeinside.blogspot.com"&gt;blackhole&lt;i&gt;inside&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9676900-111071710439009059?l=orangefantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangefantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/111071710439009059/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9676900&amp;postID=111071710439009059' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9676900/posts/default/111071710439009059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9676900/posts/default/111071710439009059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangefantasies.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-is-death-of-orange-fantasy.html' title='This is the death of the orange fantasy'/><author><name>haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06521797879160383446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9676900.post-110824988724345796</id><published>2005-02-13T06:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T04:09:04.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooth Ache</title><content type='html'>last monday evening, my tooth ached so damn sakittt that i had to go home and go on half-day for work. before going to work, its already aching but i could still bear the pain. i actually have a very high pain tolerance level so for me to abandon my work (because the blasted pain-killers won't work) is a very great achievement for that toothache. Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to have a root canal instead of having my tooth extracted but the pain was so hellish that i just pleaded with the dentist to pull it out. now the dentist asked me if i can tolerate the pain (dentists don't usually pull out a tooth if it ached the day or night before) and the pain told me to go for it. when the dentist injected the local anesthetic, i convinced myself that it would not hurt and it didn't! in fact, i cannot even feel my entire head. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of the whole riggamarow, i was not able to go to work, attend my training etc... etc... etc... . good thing was i was able to make a lot of progress in my movie knowledge... movie marathon, yippeee!!! Ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9676900-110824988724345796?l=orangefantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangefantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/110824988724345796/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9676900&amp;postID=110824988724345796' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9676900/posts/default/110824988724345796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9676900/posts/default/110824988724345796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangefantasies.blogspot.com/2005/02/tooth-ache.html' title='Tooth Ache'/><author><name>haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06521797879160383446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9676900.post-110823251650917752</id><published>2005-02-13T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T02:25:08.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eclipsed</title><content type='html'>when i come to think about my situation in my relationship... it seems that i have a lot of expectations about our relationship. i'm not saying that i am not happy with the relationship but as i picture the relationship, there is always a lot more room for improvement. i've planned so many times to tell my loved one what my feelings are but when we're together, it seems that by being there... being close to me... the love that i feel for him eclipses all the trouble... the insecurities that i feel. he makes me feel loved. i feel at home and safe with him. for the bad things just go away and dissipate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥♥♥ happy valentine's day ♥♥♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9676900-110823251650917752?l=orangefantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangefantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/110823251650917752/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9676900&amp;postID=110823251650917752' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9676900/posts/default/110823251650917752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9676900/posts/default/110823251650917752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangefantasies.blogspot.com/2005/02/eclipsed.html' title='eclipsed'/><author><name>haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06521797879160383446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9676900.post-110730975871299399</id><published>2005-02-02T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T10:02:38.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprised</title><content type='html'>Two nights ago, I called my boyfriend to tell him that I wanted to meet with him Tue afternoon because I missed him already. Considering that he had a job to do, he said that he will look and see if our rendezvous could be accomodated but I decided to be my old nagging self and irritated him all the more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my shift, I realized that I was acting selfishly so I called him during lunch and apologized. He took it well and told me that he will try to meet up with me. I was thinking then that it would be more likely that we will not meet anymore considering his schedule so I just put it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that mindset, I set off and tried to sleep through the middle of the afternoon. However, my friend's mom came to our house for a visit and I was woken to entertain her, with good-morning-hair and all. Ü For about an hour, we were talking about their family because they were actually in a middle of a crisis. It was all so dramatic and heart-wrenching that I could not help but feel so &lt;i&gt;tsismoso&lt;/i&gt;. At around 4pm, my mom had to leave for work and &lt;i&gt;Tita Loi&lt;/i&gt; came with her. I was left alone in our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to watch TV instead but after a few minutes, my boyfriend came in our front door, smiling from ear to ear because he was able to surprise me. I was so glad because he was able to come after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was tired from work so we decided to just lie in my room and cuddle. I would be kidding if it was the only thing that happened but let's skip that and go on. We slept, me in his arms till 8pm which made him late for his meeting for that night in the school that he was teaching in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt guilty about it but he reassured me that it is not my fault so everything that evening went really well. Hee hee heee! That's all I'm willing to share. Hee hee hee Ü♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9676900-110730975871299399?l=orangefantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangefantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/110730975871299399/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9676900&amp;postID=110730975871299399' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9676900/posts/default/110730975871299399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9676900/posts/default/110730975871299399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangefantasies.blogspot.com/2005/02/surprised.html' title='Surprised'/><author><name>haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06521797879160383446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9676900.post-110523909478599549</id><published>2005-01-09T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T10:51:34.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im so happy!</title><content type='html'>Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9676900-110523909478599549?l=orangefantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangefantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/110523909478599549/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9676900&amp;postID=110523909478599549' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9676900/posts/default/110523909478599549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9676900/posts/default/110523909478599549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangefantasies.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-so-happy.html' title='im so happy!'/><author><name>haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06521797879160383446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9676900.post-110487368728643257</id><published>2005-01-05T05:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T05:21:27.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Matters Most?</title><content type='html'>On my way to work, I was listening to the bus music and it played the song &lt;i&gt;What Matters Most&lt;/i&gt;. I don't know why but when it came to the chorus, I cried. I thought about my relationship right now and all the fights that my love and I had and I realized I'm so concerned about the things that could have been different and what I could have done so we could avoid those situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so concerned about a lot of things like meeting often, hearing sweet words (that I demand constantly from  my Yuki) and his manners. I want to have a perfect relationship, one that would fit into my mold and I am so blinded by that desire that I forgot the real reason for the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should be contented with the fact that we love each other. The song sort of became an epiphany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9676900-110487368728643257?l=orangefantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangefantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/110487368728643257/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9676900&amp;postID=110487368728643257' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9676900/posts/default/110487368728643257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9676900/posts/default/110487368728643257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangefantasies.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-matters-most.html' title='What Matters Most?'/><author><name>haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06521797879160383446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9676900.post-110481275654314002</id><published>2005-01-04T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T12:25:56.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>threes</title><content type='html'>THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:&lt;br /&gt;1. Richard&lt;br /&gt;2. Chad&lt;br /&gt;3. Rich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:&lt;br /&gt;1.rchrd19&lt;br /&gt;2. rchrd&lt;br /&gt;3. rikki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1.creative ako&lt;br /&gt;2. ang aking kulay kalawang na buhok&lt;br /&gt;3. ang aking alindog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1. paranoid ako&lt;br /&gt;2. minsan immature&lt;br /&gt;3. my tendency to nag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU&lt;br /&gt;1. spiders&lt;br /&gt;2. maiwan mag-isa ng mahal ko&lt;br /&gt;3. mapunta sa impyerno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:&lt;br /&gt;1. cellphone&lt;br /&gt;2. comb&lt;br /&gt;3. SASSYNESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. t-shirt na pang 14 yrs old&lt;br /&gt;2. hang ten socks&lt;br /&gt;3. Adidas Sport Fever cologne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS OR MUSICAL ARTISTS:&lt;br /&gt;1. enya&lt;br /&gt;2. alanis morissette&lt;br /&gt;3. phil collins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS:&lt;br /&gt;1. King of Pain (alanis version)&lt;br /&gt;2. To You I Belong (B*witched)&lt;br /&gt;3. You'll be in my Heart (Phil Collins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS:&lt;br /&gt;1. live independent from my family&lt;br /&gt;2. not to worry about stuff&lt;br /&gt;3. go to Boracay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:&lt;br /&gt;1. Loyalty&lt;br /&gt;2. Assurance&lt;br /&gt;3. Passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX (or same) THAT APPEAL TO YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. hair&lt;br /&gt;2. eyelashes&lt;br /&gt;3. abs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU JUST CAN'T DO:&lt;br /&gt;1. not nag and mang-okray&lt;br /&gt;2. shut up&lt;br /&gt;3. loose my Yuki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:&lt;br /&gt;1. drawing&lt;br /&gt;2. writing&lt;br /&gt;3. blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1.umuwi sa bahay&lt;br /&gt;2. magpamasahe&lt;br /&gt;3. buy another phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:&lt;br /&gt;1. psychologist sa canada/japan&lt;br /&gt;2. poet&lt;br /&gt;3. teach in japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:&lt;br /&gt;1.Japan&lt;br /&gt;2. Ireland&lt;br /&gt;3. New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE KID'S NAMES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Althea&lt;br /&gt;2. Jubilation&lt;br /&gt;3. Haru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:&lt;br /&gt;1. write a book with historical significance&lt;br /&gt;2. see and be with the &lt;i&gt;sidhe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. maging mayamang-mayaman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CRUSHES:&lt;br /&gt;1. V*$n!o&lt;br /&gt;2. R*m%s&lt;br /&gt;3. hindi ko alam pangalan e...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9676900-110481275654314002?l=orangefantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangefantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/110481275654314002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9676900&amp;postID=110481275654314002' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9676900/posts/default/110481275654314002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9676900/posts/default/110481275654314002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangefantasies.blogspot.com/2005/01/threes.html' title='threes'/><author><name>haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06521797879160383446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9676900.post-110480959451125035</id><published>2005-01-04T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T11:33:14.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the grape vine</title><content type='html'>I just heard that someone was shot in our building last Saturday night. According to what I have heard, a call center agent was shot in the workplace by the husband of his "girlfriend." Speculations are that the husband was jealous so he killed the call center agent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is scary enough but if you could think about it, he was killed in his work place. Our main concern is how the assasin was able to get in through the guards of the building and their particular company with the gun. One more alarming thing is that the murderer was able to just walk out of the building. Freaky huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9676900-110480959451125035?l=orangefantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangefantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/110480959451125035/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9676900&amp;postID=110480959451125035' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9676900/posts/default/110480959451125035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9676900/posts/default/110480959451125035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangefantasies.blogspot.com/2005/01/through-grape-vine.html' title='Through the grape vine'/><author><name>haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06521797879160383446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9676900.post-110480921902309920</id><published>2005-01-04T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T11:26:59.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*** silly question ***</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Ang mga tao bang laging naiingayan, malakas ang pandinig?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naobserbahan ko kasi si Mate. Lagi nya ko shinushush kasi daw ang ingay ko. Kaya ko yan naisip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow up question: Yun ba ang dahilan kung bakit si Mate ay QA analist?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9676900-110480921902309920?l=orangefantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangefantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/110480921902309920/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9676900&amp;postID=110480921902309920' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9676900/posts/default/110480921902309920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9676900/posts/default/110480921902309920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangefantasies.blogspot.com/2005/01/silly-question.html' title='*** silly question ***'/><author><name>haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06521797879160383446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9676900.post-110480867050041588</id><published>2005-01-04T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T11:17:50.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isgaard and her Golden Key Album</title><content type='html'>I was so happy when my friend from work who was staying with me for a while brought home my gift from my &lt;i&gt;daddy&lt;/i&gt; in our exchange gift for Christmas. The gift was simple... it was the album of Isgaard, Golden Key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had the song Anima on there and that was the very first song that I ever heard from Isgaard and I immediately fell in love with it. Good songs on the album were Golden Key and Earth Song (which is a revival of a Michael Jackson original).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so inspired that I wrote 3 songs just like the ambiance of Isgaard's songs. Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9676900-110480867050041588?l=orangefantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangefantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/110480867050041588/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9676900&amp;postID=110480867050041588' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9676900/posts/default/110480867050041588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9676900/posts/default/110480867050041588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangefantasies.blogspot.com/2005/01/isgaard-and-her-golden-key-album.html' title='Isgaard and her Golden Key Album'/><author><name>haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06521797879160383446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9676900.post-110468106172745599</id><published>2005-01-02T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T23:51:01.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>I guess this is kinda expected for everyone to post a happy new year post... so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;Happy New Year!!!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Holiday is alright. No hitches or anything. I bought a new sim card and I'm a Sun Cel subscriber now most of the time. For those who know me well, &lt;i&gt;alam nyo na kung bakit... he he he&lt;/i&gt;. You can still text me on my old number and I'll reply whenever I get to use my old sim. Things will normalize around Jan 9 since I will be buying a new phone around that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found an interesting book in BOOK SALE. "A Field Guide to the Little People" and I like the elves and the stories in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't enjoy the Old-New Year split. Like any other superstition, I made my own one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have a lot of money this new year, I got all my paper bills and I rolled on them. Ha! I felt ridiculous while I was doing it. I also enjoyed the slight rain because fire crackers were dampened. The sad part was, I heard a lot of gun shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the New Year. Cheers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9676900-110468106172745599?l=orangefantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangefantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/110468106172745599/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9676900&amp;postID=110468106172745599' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9676900/posts/default/110468106172745599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9676900/posts/default/110468106172745599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangefantasies.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06521797879160383446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9676900.post-110364377225007831</id><published>2004-12-21T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T23:49:09.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mommy</title><content type='html'>I finally managed to learn the tags for the scripts yesterday. I am now able to make my templates better but for references sakes, I will maintain my current settings until I have debugged my scripts for this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually took only about 3 hours to learn the basics for the scripting and I think I can hack it but it nearly made me forget that today is actually my mom's birthday. I arrived home at around 7pm and before I went home, I managed to swing by Goldilocks to buy my mom a birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived home she said, "Bakit ka pa bumili, e ang mahal mahal." I told her that I wanted to and she just brushed it off. Before we sliced it, I bossed everybody to sing her happy birthday and while we were at it, I could feel that she is so happy that we were doing it for her. She did not say it but I really could feel that she was so proud of what I have done for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9676900-110364377225007831?l=orangefantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangefantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/110364377225007831/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9676900&amp;postID=110364377225007831' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9676900/posts/default/110364377225007831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9676900/posts/default/110364377225007831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangefantasies.blogspot.com/2004/12/happy-birthday-mommy.html' title='Happy Birthday Mommy'/><author><name>haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06521797879160383446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9676900.post-110356029540318096</id><published>2004-12-21T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T00:31:35.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tresh's T-Shirt</title><content type='html'>I had this friend from work and she has this really nice t-shirt with these prints that I found so cheerful. The words go like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;SMILERadiate happinessPRACTICE KINDNESSSmile oftenDO IT FOR LOVEEnjoy yourselfBe spontaneousPlay well with othersPERPETUATE HOPEMake someone's day BE FIRST TO SAY HELLOCelebrate the differences&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think this is so wonderful? When I first saw her shirt, I said, "what a wonderful salmon colored shirt you have!" a la big bad wolf delivery. As I looked and read on, I saw the words that are written and I was so delighted to see them. It made my day good and I asked her to write down the words so that I can also share it to other people. I hope you also enjoy the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;SMILERadiate happinessPRACTICE KINDNESSSmile oftenDO IT FOR LOVEEnjoy yourselfBe spontaneousPlay well with othersPERPETUATE HOPEMake someone's day BE FIRST TO SAY HELLOCelebrate the differences&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9676900-110356029540318096?l=orangefantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangefantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/110356029540318096/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9676900&amp;postID=110356029540318096' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9676900/posts/default/110356029540318096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9676900/posts/default/110356029540318096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangefantasies.blogspot.com/2004/12/treshs-t-shirt.html' title='Tresh&apos;s T-Shirt'/><author><name>haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06521797879160383446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9676900.post-110350161196469563</id><published>2004-12-20T08:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T08:13:31.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orange Frenzy</title><content type='html'>Maybe I should change the blog name into orange frenzy? Even the cursor is being harrassed by 6 oranges. Reich what do you think? Comment ka agad kapag may nakita ka na mali because I'm still debugging this blog. Can anyone comment on the font color? Is it easy to read or is it blinding to the eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9676900-110350161196469563?l=orangefantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangefantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/110350161196469563/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9676900&amp;postID=110350161196469563' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9676900/posts/default/110350161196469563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9676900/posts/default/110350161196469563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangefantasies.blogspot.com/2004/12/orange-frenzy.html' title='Orange Frenzy'/><author><name>haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06521797879160383446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9676900.post-110348470268396710</id><published>2004-12-20T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T03:31:42.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>I attended our company's Christmas Party at the Shangri La Hotel in Makati. We held our party at the Rizal Ballroom where I think one of my closest friends had her debut in. I can still remember that time because she made me one of her Rose during the program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night started slow and boring because we could not find seats for my group but when we were seated and satiated with food and drinks, we were really having a good time. The bands, Tropical Depression and Strawberry Cornflakes ( I really am not sure about the band names, my head is woozy right now ), were really fantastic in playing reggae songs and the crowd responded even better. We were swinging and we were making fools out of ourselves by dancing outdated dances and teasing our friend Mandy because she was so shameless for dancing outdated moves ( but of course we love you Mandy!!! ). I haven't had fun like that for a long time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I think that I have danced like that was in college when I was still prone to have fun with my not-so-good &lt;i&gt;barkada&lt;/i&gt;.  The other time was in Ratsky's Malate for a birthday night-out we had for my friend. It kinda makes me miss the good old U-days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one of the prize-giving-out watchmacallit, I won a Starbucks tumbler just by sitting on a chair. The emcee told the people to sit,  just anywhere; due to my long-time devotion to the Oprah show, I thought that there would be a prize underneath the chairs because that is how Oprah usually does it. When the emcee told us to look for a company calendar underneath the chairs and to come forward should we find them, I found one for myself and that is how I won my tumbler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I had to go early because we have a shift tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9676900-110348470268396710?l=orangefantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangefantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/110348470268396710/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9676900&amp;postID=110348470268396710' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9676900/posts/default/110348470268396710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9676900/posts/default/110348470268396710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangefantasies.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-party.html' title='Christmas Party'/><author><name>haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06521797879160383446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9676900.post-110342153993811123</id><published>2004-12-19T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T00:41:48.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiring Day</title><content type='html'>I had a very tiring day. All throughout the day, we had so many calls that I did not have enough time to breath. After saying, "Thank you for calling!," I repeat the same greeting to the next customer. But hey, I can't complain about that, it's part of the job. Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shift, when I was talking with my supervisor, I learned that she has broken up with her boyfriend about 3 weeks ago. I suspected as much but then she kept on a good composed image and I was too busy to notice it. I'm in a way sorry but I think it would not help her if she gets reminded of the break-up. I remember the phrase about the duck/swan (whatever you want, it's still the same avian species) that goes a little something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look at that graceful swan/duck, gracefully skimming the water's surface. It keeps its feathers in place but underneath, it thrashes its feet to keep afloat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, composure can make or break you. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my bestfriend, he is depressed because he says he is fat. Ok, let's face it, he is not thin either but he cannot consider him obese though. I wish he could read this post because I would like to tell you something about what I heard from a lady talking on the Oprah show many years ago. She said something to the effect of the seal being so content as to what it has. On land, no one would vote it as the most graceful animal. Notice how it bobs its head up and down and lumber around on the bay? It looks so clumsy and comical. But you see, it is comfortable that way because it knows that he cannot please everybody when it is out of its element. On land he may be a lumbering clown but in the water, look at it dive! How it gracefully chases fish and other prey. Do not discount the fact too that in ocean parks, it is applauded for jumping out of the water in the most magnificent way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as it turns out, this entry is a toast to all those ducks/swans and seals out there. Let's learn a lesson from them. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9676900-110342153993811123?l=orangefantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangefantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/110342153993811123/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9676900&amp;postID=110342153993811123' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9676900/posts/default/110342153993811123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9676900/posts/default/110342153993811123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangefantasies.blogspot.com/2004/12/tiring-day.html' title='Tiring Day'/><author><name>haru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06521797879160383446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
