<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9493120</id><updated>2009-02-20T21:00:03.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lex and the City</title><subtitle type='html'>Trivial Musings of the Ultimate Queen Bee Wannabe!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Lexie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587870759560504173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9493120.post-5448679140709725228</id><published>2008-12-29T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:36:48.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm home for the holidays. Earlier today, I was digging through my old stuff when I chanced on an old and tattered notebook that contains most of the Tagalog poems I wrote when I was stilll in high schoool. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You see, I used to write a lot in Tagalog. I was part of the editorial board of our school's Tagalog paper. There was a time that I also ventured into writing Tagalog poems. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Talon (Falls)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Malakas ang agos at tila nakatatangay,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ang ragasa ng iyong tubig -&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;sa batuhan at sa mga mumunting daluyan.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ang misteryo ng iyong pinagmulan,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;sa sinag ng araw, sa ulap, o sa malamig na ulan.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Wari ko'y mula sa tuktok ng langit&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;at patuloy ang pagbagsak sa lupang mainit.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hindi na mabilang ang iyong nabighani -&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;naakit, nawili.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sa iyong mapanganib at malalim na simula,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ako ay umibig.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ang iyong maingay na pagdaloy -&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;at waring nagkukubli, nagtatago - &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ng lihim, sikreto, ng susi sa iyong misteryo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sa patuloy na paglagaslas ng tubig -&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;sa kasabay ng malamig na pag-ihip -&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Aking buong-buong ibibigay -&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ang buhay -&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sa iyo, at sa talon na iyong pinagmulan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9493120-5448679140709725228?l=lexandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/5448679140709725228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9493120&amp;postID=5448679140709725228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/5448679140709725228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/5448679140709725228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/2008/12/talon.html' title='Talon'/><author><name>Lexie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587870759560504173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13572320798357516572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9493120.post-7423336366682263507</id><published>2008-09-27T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:01:02.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>300</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.lexie717.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SN8BTQoKCtgAAFZAzSQ1/holding-hands.jpg?et=sIpbebkH6e4F%2Bg8x20XJxQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;It seems that it's been ages. As you said it the other day, it's not even a year but you feel that we have known each other for half our lives.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I agree. I know now that eating fish and your name would not belong in the same sentence. Ever. Except now.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That you like eating this spanish bread from a small bakery in Banawa.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That you prefer White Chocolate Mocha over other drinks.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That it would only need to look into your sweaty palms to know your nervous / excited.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That you hate electric fan or airconditioning while sleeping. You even use comforter for crying out loud!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That you are super concious of your chicken legs.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I know that you love Cari Dee fron ANTM Cycle 7.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And you feel that you're a re-incarnation of Serena from Gossip Girl.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I know now that you hate watching Superhero movies.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And would prefer Mamma Mia over Dark Knight! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today, I'd know when to stop talking and just listen.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I've mastered reading between the lines because you've mistaken me for a mind-reader so many times.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That silence is your best weapon against me when we argue.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And that never stopped me from arguing with you still.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That your voice becomes shrilly when your mad.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And about ten tone lower when you're dead-on serious.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I know that your family is your biggest treasure.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And that you'll do anything in this world for them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have seen how you become more and more of your dad.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Specially when you're mad :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I can picture out your ugliest face when you cry, snot and all.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And the biggest smile when you're happy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh and yeah, I know how much you love me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lexie717.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SN8BTQoKCtgAAFZAzSQ1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9493120-7423336366682263507?l=lexandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/7423336366682263507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9493120&amp;postID=7423336366682263507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/7423336366682263507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/7423336366682263507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/2008/09/300.html' title='300'/><author><name>Lexie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587870759560504173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13572320798357516572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9493120.post-5792076119658873204</id><published>2008-06-16T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T06:01:12.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Happy Father's Day Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;*** Something I copied from one of my favorite blogs. I made some major major modifications though. I changed the ending and some circumstances, I also made the story and the conversation longer. We'll basically, I stole his idea and made it mine. Plagiarism ikaw ba yan? &lt;em&gt;***            &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;First, I feel the bed bounce. Then, I hear a voice, his voice. “Wake up dad! Wake up dad! Wake up dad,” he says with an urgency only a seven year old can generate. The bedsprings squeak underneath me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I half-open my eyes. There he is, Sean, my son, my very reason I open my eyes every morning, jumping on the mattress like a trampoline artist. “Stop that,” I say gently. He stops, sits astride my belly, and forces my eyes wide open with his little fingers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;“Happy fathers day, dad,” he says. Then he kisses my left and right cheek, leaving a warm seal of saliva on both surfaces. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;"Thank you." Noticing the absence of my langga in the room, I ask him, "Where’s your other dad? Have you greeted him?”&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;“I did. He's in the kitchen making breakfast. He asked me to wake you up. Or else, we might be late…”&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As he spoke, I notice for the first time that the edge of his left eyebrow is turned slightly upward. Just like langga's. This brings my tally of Traits Sean Inherited From Langga to nineteen. And this is always a source of good fun between me and his other dad. I would always say, "He can have your looks but the hell I'll fight tooth and nails so he'll have my brains. And Langga would always concede. Hahaha! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;. "At least we know he'll end up a handsome guy," langga once said. "And what's that supposed to mean?" I asked, feigning indignation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;“… late for our trip to the beach later. Dad says that we still have to pass by the grocery to buy stuff for our barbecue. Can I get a gum? Puhlease? Or a new toy car? King ate the last one you got me."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;"Of course, but you have to promise me to clean up everytime after playing, ok? You know that dog chews just about anything." I said.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;"Ok, I pwamis." With his right hand raised to a pledge.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;"I love you. Do you love Daddy too?"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;"Of course! Why do you always ask that? Just like Daddy!"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Because I want to know that you love me. Because I would die if I lose you. Because I want to be assured that you are mine. Even if you're not, wholly. I told myself.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;"Because - well, just because! Why? Can't daddies ask questions like that?"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;"You can! Uhm, dad..."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;"Yes?"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;"I love you."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;"I love you too, young man." Then I grabbed him by his tiny waist and gave him the biggest hug and a smooch.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;"Dad! Stop it. You're tickling me." He bellowed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Even the way he speaks reminds me of my langga.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;I let him go and he started jumping up and down again. "Hurry up Dad! Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!" he was saying in a sing-song.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I checked the clock. It says: “5:15 a.m. June 15, 2011. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;I looked at him and saw my life - this little person jumping up and down changed my life, the course of my history. And I told myself - whoever is up there that made this possible, I owe you a lot. Thank you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;“Don’t worry,” I tell my son. “We have plenty of time.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.misterhubs.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;www.misterhubs.blogspot.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9493120-5792076119658873204?l=lexandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/5792076119658873204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9493120&amp;postID=5792076119658873204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/5792076119658873204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/5792076119658873204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-father-day-story.html' title='A Happy Father&amp;#39;s Day Story'/><author><name>Lexie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587870759560504173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13572320798357516572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9493120.post-7493258357912483909</id><published>2008-06-09T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T06:27:34.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This too shall pass...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;This too shall pass&lt;/i&gt;. There are good days; there are bad days. There will be days when you’re crowned king of the world. Be humble; &lt;i&gt;this too shall pass&lt;/i&gt;. There will be days when you just want the earth to open up and swallow you whole. Chin up; &lt;i&gt;this too shall pass&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9493120-7493258357912483909?l=lexandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/7493258357912483909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9493120&amp;postID=7493258357912483909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/7493258357912483909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/7493258357912483909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-too-shall-pass.html' title='This too shall pass...'/><author><name>Lexie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587870759560504173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13572320798357516572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9493120.post-2944866408138021093</id><published>2008-04-29T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T02:40:02.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And then came the night....</title><content type='html'>Shit happens. But we are starting anew.   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9493120-2944866408138021093?l=lexandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/2944866408138021093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9493120&amp;postID=2944866408138021093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/2944866408138021093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/2944866408138021093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-then-came-night.html' title='And then came the night....'/><author><name>Lexie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587870759560504173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13572320798357516572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9493120.post-8732186061054832028</id><published>2008-03-20T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T17:48:06.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>101 Days</title><content type='html'>101 Days &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and heartache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sharing a bottle of beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stick of cig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of late dinners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and brunches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and early dawn breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and midnight conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anticipation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and frustration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and triumphs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and petty fights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sweet reconciliaton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and corny SMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and unforgettable moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For you, a thousand times over." The Kite Runner&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9493120-8732186061054832028?l=lexandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/8732186061054832028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9493120&amp;postID=8732186061054832028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/8732186061054832028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/8732186061054832028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/2008/03/101-days.html' title='101 Days'/><author><name>Lexie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587870759560504173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13572320798357516572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9493120.post-3662773302757869264</id><published>2007-10-28T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T13:38:03.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish You Knew</title><content type='html'>&lt;STRONG&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;As I listen to you my heart skip a&lt;BR&gt;beat...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I wish I am telling you what am typing&lt;BR&gt;right now...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;but then again, only my blog knows...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You are far but yet so near...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;SO near that I can touch you, feel&lt;BR&gt;you...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You eyes speaks a million words about&lt;BR&gt;your soul...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;How fragile you are...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I wanna keep you, protect you... be&lt;BR&gt;with you...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;But love is not my right to say...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;It is not mine and I wish it is...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;As i sing you songs, I realize that my&lt;BR&gt;heart is unfolding itself...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;ever so carefully revealing itself&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I wish you could tame me...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I wish... I love you... I could not&lt;BR&gt;say...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I will keep this till the day my&lt;BR&gt;breath departs&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I will love you... but love is not&lt;BR&gt;mine to keep...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9493120-3662773302757869264?l=lexandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/3662773302757869264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9493120&amp;postID=3662773302757869264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/3662773302757869264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/3662773302757869264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-wish-you-knew.html' title='I Wish You Knew'/><author><name>Lexie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587870759560504173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13572320798357516572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9493120.post-4255388866080331641</id><published>2007-10-24T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T02:58:55.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let My Heart Sing</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;*** Again, another repost from one of my favorite blogs.***&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you are going through a lot right now and I feel for you. As I have told you before, compared to what you have been through, my life is bland, trivial and shallow. So forgive me if I cannot emphatize to your feelings right now. The most that I can do is be there for you. Be at your side when the times calls for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we need an outsider's perspective to see the better side of things. To tell you honestly, I was *this* close to giving up on this. Remember when I texted you about finally understanding what your Ex was saying when he said - "You're too much to handle." &lt;br /&gt;I was at that stage earlier today. I admit that it was for selfish reasons. I didn't want you to go, I can't afford that right now. Tell me that I'm a bad person for wanting the things that I want - that would be fine, I will accept that. I mean, when you said that you might go back to the States to be with your ex just to see your son, my heart just sunk. Again, for selfish reasons, I did not even try to understand what you are feeling at the moment when you realized that you might need to make that decision in&lt;br /&gt;the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to John - the guy I dated last year. He said things that made me realize that this might just be a bump along the road. He told me how I made him feel important and how I inspired him to be a better person. I never thought I had that in me. He told me that if I value the person, I need to stand by his side specially when times are rough. Today, more than ever, you needed me to be supportive, to be there, to at least listen  - but I wasn't able to do that - because I always thought I was beyond this feeling. I always thought that I would never let myself be affected by other facets of your life. I always thought that loving you was enough to pull me through everything that would come. I always thought that this feeling would teach me to accept your past. Well, I thought wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not true that love is all we need. Sometimes, love would be challenged, it would wane, like gold it would eventually lose its luster. I have been looking into things through rose-colored glasses. I was high up there. I was intoxicated with all these strangely remote but familiar feelings. But reality suddenly reality hits you right in front of your face. And we all know that reality is not an easy thing to accept. The harshness of the things that I had to bear with was so enormous that I bucked under it. I faltered. I failed you. I'm sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry because I became emotionally weak. I'm sorry because I was not strong enough.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry because I failed you. I'm sorry because this is the both the best and worst time&lt;br /&gt;to tell you this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll forgive me - for I have learned a lesson. Love is not enough. We need compassion. We need understanding - far greater than any I have experienced before. I need patience. And I just realized that you've taught me those. I realized that I have been more&lt;br /&gt;compassionate to others. More understanding of people's shortcomings. More forgiving&lt;br /&gt;at times even. Patience was something that I don't have - but you also thought me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand you now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, let me say: Count me in for the long haul. This might sound cheesy, but let me&lt;br /&gt;say it anyway, I'm just here. I'm staying and it would take more than what you are &lt;br /&gt;experiencing rght now for me to give up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** END ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.mountainest.livejournal.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-lexie-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Ang haba no? Ang drama pa. Huwag mo akong tawanan kasi sasakalin kita! Hmp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9493120-4255388866080331641?l=lexandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/4255388866080331641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9493120&amp;postID=4255388866080331641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/4255388866080331641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/4255388866080331641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/10/let-my-heart-sing.html' title='Let My Heart Sing'/><author><name>Lexie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587870759560504173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13572320798357516572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9493120.post-4344977237545057912</id><published>2007-10-18T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T02:32:29.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rated as Overrated</title><content type='html'>Tagged by Jappy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Reality TV Shows &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheter be it local or international. For example; Pinoy Big Brother, come on! Who in their right minds would believe that real people act like that? Some say it's a social experiment, some would say it's breakthrough TV, I'd say, it's the same format over and over again: Put a group of people together, maroon them somewhere, make then do task or challenges and dangle a hefty cash prize - people would act like that, in front of the camera for the ratings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Super Models &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  know that I have been watching too much "America's Next Top Model" lately, but that only fortified my belief that being a model is overrated. Imagine, not accepting a job that would pay less that $10,000! Ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Designer Clothes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love clothes! I love shopping. But please - put a weird sounding name on it and price multiplies one hundred fold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Gangsters / Rockers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puhleassseee!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Philippines Politics &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Garci? ZTE? Erap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. New Age Whathaveyou / Self-Help Guru's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't understand why they call it "New Age" when the concept that their selling has been in existence and practived for the longest time. Ang oh, the self-help thingie, if you want to really improve yourself, you don't need a book/speaker to tell you that. You'll only make them richer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Sex &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, sex is overrated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Discrimination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should have been left in the last century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Street Parliaments / Activism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days when being tagged as "tibak" was a heroic thing. Marcos is dead. Let's focus our energies in nation-building instead, like what we should have done years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three words: Iraq, Katrina, Bush.&lt;br /&gt;'nuff said.&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9493120-4344977237545057912?l=lexandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/4344977237545057912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9493120&amp;postID=4344977237545057912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/4344977237545057912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/4344977237545057912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/10/rated-as-overrated.html' title='Rated as Overrated'/><author><name>Lexie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587870759560504173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13572320798357516572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9493120.post-8339692922742566778</id><published>2007-09-21T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T01:39:03.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Procrastination</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="comic sans ms"&gt;This is a re-post, something written by a friend in his blogs. I highlighted some on my fave lines.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="comic sans ms"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="comic sans ms"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Emotional Procrastination...&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="comic sans ms"&gt;One sure thing that caught my attention recently is destiny, no not the girl band but destiny itself. I am not a believer of destiny but at this point somehow I can use the term... I go for like destiny is how you make it... Ahmmm, that wasnt the case on my part. Though it was not my intention of sending a message to someone and it didn’t cross my mind that it would be something more than what I was opt to do that night. It's not everyday when surprise surprise, I meet this one extra ordinary exemption from the common people you bump to on a day-to-day basis.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="comic sans ms"&gt;In relation to that, when do you say that what you feel is love? Can we gauge it enough? Is it time that tells whether what you feel is love? I hope things can be perfectly clear... Its hard cause when emotions take over you, it just sets you in auto pilot. It takes you to certain mental states. It shrouds decision making, affects your senses, and it takes you away from logic. Am afraid, I have been hurt and I think since then I could no longer afford getting hurt again. Risk taking is something I have learned. But it has to go along with how to check if the risk I am taking is feasible. When it comes to investing emotions, every person in this world is as if they are businessmen. Trading and transacting, collaborating. Some of them gains and some looses... I loose a lot though, but i don’t bother, with loosing comes strength because it just gives me enough experience to get along to the next level of my journey.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="comic sans ms"&gt;Emotional bankruptcy, been to it a lot. I came across lines saying that you don’t have to settle for less. When people say that, how in the world would they know if their not settling for less if they wont get into it? Not my opinion, but someone told me that when looking for the right person you don’t have to necessarily wait.&lt;STRONG&gt; I ought to remember then that destiny is what you make out of it. We make things happen and destiny is based on our decisions and choices we make. So, its true then that its actually you who makes the person right for the moment. I hope this makes sense.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="comic sans ms"&gt;When saying our I love you's, do we have to wait to confirm it? There's no telling what will happen next... We may not feel the same as what we feel yesterday when we still feel that weird feeling that we ought to be confuse about whether its love or not. When we wait, we just lose the chance of saying our I love yous because we get busy contemplating about it. its just like you cry over losing a pet or something. Time and time passes til you will eventually get over it. Its like love as a feeling comes a time that it ceases to exist. Why wait, when you have all the chance of saying it? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9493120-8339692922742566778?l=lexandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/8339692922742566778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9493120&amp;postID=8339692922742566778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/8339692922742566778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/8339692922742566778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/09/emotional-procrastination.html' title='Emotional Procrastination'/><author><name>Lexie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587870759560504173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13572320798357516572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9493120.post-880275573409651623</id><published>2007-09-10T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T23:24:44.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm dense....</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Yes, I am dense. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I am not good in reading between the lines.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I am used to people saying things that needs to be said.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I am dense.And I'm sorry.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;No, I don't assume things.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;That's just way too scary for me.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;We talked about self-preservation, remember?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Apprehensions, I have millions. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;But I'm learning, I'm trying to reach out.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I'm taking baby steps.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;This is way beyond my comfort zone and you know that.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Give me time and I'll be comfortable with your life.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I'd say YES to your question - if you ask me again.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I was reading the blog entry that you wrote last night.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;There are two things I want to say....&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Awwww... That's sweet. Thank you. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;"I ought to remember then that destiny is what you make out of it. We make things happen and destiny is based on our decisions and choices we make. So, its true then that its actually you who makes the person right for the moment. I hope this makes sense."&lt;/EM&gt; &lt;STRONG&gt;JS, 09.11.2007&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9493120-880275573409651623?l=lexandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/880275573409651623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9493120&amp;postID=880275573409651623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/880275573409651623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/880275573409651623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-dense.html' title='I&amp;#39;m dense....'/><author><name>Lexie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587870759560504173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13572320798357516572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9493120.post-7679665654057255469</id><published>2007-09-07T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T23:26:43.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Part of this song was posted in a networking site. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;As far as I know, he knew this song because of me. I played this the last time we were together. T'was almost a week ago. I visited his site and there it was - that line - posted somewhere - in the introduction. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;It just so happened that our conversation started from work and turned into comparing songs from our CP's. I told him this is one of my favorite songs. "Morning Song" basically talks about what happens the morning after you had sex. Some part of the lyrics could be explicit but since it was Jewel, it was kinda wholesome. And just to set the record straight, the only "notes" that we compared was from our favorite songs.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I'm not sure what to make out of it. If this was posted for me, I'm tickled pink. If not, well, that's just a bummer, right? &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;MORNING SONG&lt;/STRONG&gt; (Jewel)&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ccff size=2&gt;Let the phone ring.&lt;BR&gt;Let's go back to sleep.&lt;BR&gt;Let the world spin outside our door,&lt;BR&gt;You're the only one that I wanna see.&lt;BR&gt;Tell your boss you're sick, &lt;BR&gt;Hurry, get back in, I'm getting cold.&lt;BR&gt;Get over here and warm my hands up, boy, &lt;BR&gt;It's you they love to hold.&lt;BR&gt;And stop thinking about what your sister said.&lt;BR&gt;And stop worry'n about it, &lt;BR&gt;Yes, the cat's already been fed.&lt;BR&gt;Come on darlin', let's go back to bed.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color=#33ccff size=2&gt;(Chorus) &lt;BR&gt;Put the phone machine on hold.&lt;BR&gt;Leave the dishes in the sink.&lt;BR&gt;Do not answer the door.&lt;BR&gt;It's you that I adore, (for you I'll be a poor man's wife)&lt;BR&gt;I'm gonna give you some more.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color=#33ccff size=2&gt;We'll sit on the front porch, &lt;BR&gt;The sun can warm my feet.&lt;BR&gt;You can drink your coffee with sugar and cream,&lt;BR&gt;I'll drink my decaf herbal tea.&lt;BR&gt;Pretend we're perfect strangers&lt;BR&gt;And that we never met.&lt;BR&gt;My, you remind me of a man I used to sleep with,&lt;BR&gt;That's a face I'd never forget.&lt;BR&gt;You can be Henry Miller and I'll be Anais Nin,&lt;BR&gt;Except this time it'll be even better,&lt;BR&gt;We'll stay together in the end.&lt;BR&gt;Come on darlin', let's go back to bed.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color=#33ccff size=2&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9493120-7679665654057255469?l=lexandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/7679665654057255469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9493120&amp;postID=7679665654057255469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/7679665654057255469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/7679665654057255469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/09/morning-song.html' title='Morning Song'/><author><name>Lexie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587870759560504173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13572320798357516572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9493120.post-6039501582516987914</id><published>2007-08-27T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T21:50:15.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance With Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;This is a post from one of the blogs I regularly read. I was planning to write somehting of this sort but when I read this, I thought it said whatever I wanna say, perfectly. So read on...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;H3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;A href="http://mcvie5.blogspot.com/2007/08/dance-with-me.html"&gt;Dance With Me?&lt;/A&gt; &lt;/H3&gt; &lt;DIV class=post-header-line-1&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class="post-body entry-content"&gt; &lt;P&gt;They say it takes two to tango, three to tangle. &lt;EM&gt;(ed.)&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Okay, okay, I digress. Take two.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;They say it takes two to tango. But for the longest time I can’t seem to find a right dance partner for me. Every time I get dragged onto the dance floor by what turns out to be an inappropriate dance partner, I just end up getting my feet—and heart—trampled over. No wonder I enjoy dancing solo on the ledge, away from it all.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;So now I’m wondering: maybe it is not so much finding the &lt;I&gt;One&lt;/I&gt;, your perfect dance partner. Maybe everyone’s a worthy dance partner in his or her own right; it’s just that some will jive better with you more than others. To the former you stay with them longer; to the latter, you politely go through the proper steps before twirling gracefully away.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Maybe life is just one big ballroom and everyone gets to try out different partners from time to time. Some are lucky to find a partner whom they want to stick it out with them to the end. Others get bored with just one partner. Still others end up going from one dancer to the next, always looking and never stopping.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Meanwhile I’m still here dancing solo and saying to myself, “Hey, this isn’t so bad. At least the music is kick-ass.”&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;visit: &lt;a href=http://mcvie6.blogsppot.com&gt;http://mcvie6.blogsppot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9493120-6039501582516987914?l=lexandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/6039501582516987914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9493120&amp;postID=6039501582516987914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/6039501582516987914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/6039501582516987914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/08/dance-with-me.html' title='Dance With Me?'/><author><name>Lexie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587870759560504173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13572320798357516572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9493120.post-6073881380912760757</id><published>2007-08-20T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T12:52:37.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sup Call No More</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Sometimes we ignore others silent cry for help. It could be because we are too busy minding our own lives, waiting for things to happen. I am very much guilty of this.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;He was my former agent. We worked together for a couple of months. He became one of my yosi-buddies. We became friends. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Having someone close die makes us realizes of our own mortality. Life is indeed short for some. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;For Team Doug - I know this is a very painful time in your lives - and I can relate to the  sadness. The shock will subside, the pain will recede but the memories should remain. We should never forget him.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;In his own way, he made our lives happier, more meaningful. He used to tell me that he loves being in Escalations only because you can always tell our customers the truth. No sugarcoating. He would ask me for smoke breaks when he gets to be very emotional about his calls. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;To Butch - we will miss you. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;There's no Sup Calls in heaven. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9493120-6073881380912760757?l=lexandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/6073881380912760757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9493120&amp;postID=6073881380912760757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/6073881380912760757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/6073881380912760757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/08/sup-call-no-more.html' title='Sup Call No More'/><author><name>Lexie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587870759560504173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13572320798357516572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9493120.post-6518120722505407796</id><published>2007-08-12T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T08:55:55.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we old na?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I was chatting with my best college bud, Raymomd last night. We were reminiscing our college days and the days ahead of us. It was so much fun I decided to post some of the things we have talked about...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;raymond: asan ka?&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: sa cebu pa rin&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: why?&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: u?&lt;BR&gt;raymond: nothing&lt;BR&gt;raymond: just asking&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: you?&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: musta naman?&lt;BR&gt;raymond: dumadalaw ka pa ba sa family mo dito sa manila?&lt;BR&gt;raymond: just at home&lt;BR&gt;raymond: restday, finally&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: san ka ba ngayon connected?&lt;BR&gt;raymond: still with GMA pa rin naman&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: ano ka ba dyan?&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: EP na?&lt;BR&gt;raymond: SP lang no&lt;BR&gt;raymond: ayoko eh&lt;BR&gt;raymond: etchos&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: wow&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: san ka ba?&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: IMB pa rin?&lt;BR&gt;raymond: imbes pa rin&lt;BR&gt;raymond: kokonti na lang kaming natira&lt;BR&gt;raymond: puro bago na mga kasama ko&lt;BR&gt;raymond: ako na ata ang isa sa mga seniors&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: kamusta worK?&lt;BR&gt;raymond: it sucks&lt;BR&gt;raymond: pero wala akong choice&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: bakit naman?&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: SP ka na kaya&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: EP na sunod dyan&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: gwapo mo naman &lt;BR&gt;raymond: gago&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: walang joke&lt;BR&gt;raymond: sa camera lang&lt;BR&gt;raymond: hahhahahha&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: are you in a relationship?&lt;BR&gt;raymond: nope&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: i mean now?&lt;BR&gt;raymond: hanap mo nga ako&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: bakit naman?&lt;BR&gt;raymond: hahahahaha&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: busy?&lt;BR&gt;raymond: di naman&lt;BR&gt;raymond: ayaw eh&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: toinks&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: may multiply ka?&lt;BR&gt;raymond: wala po&lt;BR&gt;raymond: masaya nko sa friendster &lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: ganun?&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: mas maraming pics sa multiply&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: visit lexie717.multiply.com&lt;BR&gt;raymond: sige, ill take note on that&lt;BR&gt;raymond: umuuwi ka pa ba dito sa manila?&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: oo naman&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: sept, i will be going there&lt;BR&gt;raymond: sige let me know, meet kita&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: sureness&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: nakita mo na multiply ko?&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: mas streamline kasi sa multiply&lt;BR&gt;raymond: later&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: tapos dami storage space sa pics&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: limitless&lt;BR&gt;raymond: bagal ng server ko&lt;BR&gt;raymond: nagdadownload kasi ako&lt;BR&gt;raymond: later na lang ha&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: ganun&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: porn?&lt;BR&gt;raymond: loko&lt;BR&gt;raymond: music naman&lt;BR&gt;raymond: mp3 &lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: ah okay&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: ano ba ginagawa ng SP?&lt;BR&gt;raymond: writer, director, edit supervisor&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: wow&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: dami naman&lt;BR&gt;raymond: plan to be one?&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: no&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: i dont think I can start a nw career&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: i mean New&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: kapagod na eh&lt;BR&gt;raymond: dahil?&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: ilang taon na ako dito sa work ko&lt;BR&gt;raymond: yeah&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: sayang naman investment ng time&lt;BR&gt;raymond: i look too old for my age&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: hahaha&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: me too&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: gwapo ka anaman&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: crush na kita uli&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: hahahah &lt;BR&gt;raymond: loko&lt;BR&gt;raymond: kumusta raw sabi ni jilson&lt;BR&gt;raymond: hehehhehee&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: okay naman&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: hahahah &lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: kamusta naman pagtuturo nya?&lt;BR&gt;raymond: ok naman&lt;BR&gt;raymond: siya raw ang adviser ng school paper nila&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: ganun?&lt;BR&gt;raymond: wala ka na ba balak ipursue ang career on tv&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: i dont think so&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: kakapagod mag start&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: and i feel im too old to start anew&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: you?&lt;BR&gt;raymond: what about?&lt;BR&gt;raymond: gusto ko rin subukan ibang discipline ng mass media&lt;BR&gt;raymond: like advertising&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: i mean, happy ka sa work?&lt;BR&gt;raymond: happy?&lt;BR&gt;raymond: for now, oo&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: i think im destined for corporate whoredom&lt;BR&gt;raymond: nakikita ko na kasi yung fruit ng pinaghirapan ko&lt;BR&gt;raymond: whore, talaga?&lt;BR&gt;raymond: tarayy&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: yeah&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: i think so&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: grabe din  kasi competition&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: but im still here ")&lt;BR&gt;raymond: right&lt;BR&gt;raymond: good for you&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: so feeling ko okay na rin ako dito&lt;BR&gt;raymond: ayaw mong umalis sa confort zone mo?&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: but im happy dun sa mga nag pursue ng media sa batch natin&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: i want to someday&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: but i dont think im ready now&lt;BR&gt;raymond: kelan pa?&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: i dunno&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: 30 maybe&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: probably&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: ipon muna&lt;BR&gt;raymond: i see&lt;BR&gt;raymond: marami rin naman pera sa media&lt;BR&gt;raymond: yung doble kayod ka nga lang&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: i dont think its about the money naman&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: i think its really comfort zone din&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: hirap kasi makisabay sa mga freash grads&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: yung hunger and passion nila is different&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: jaded na tayo&lt;BR&gt;raymond: jaded&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: yup&lt;BR&gt;raymond: natawa lang ako&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: hahaha&lt;BR&gt;raymond: i remember that work sa class ni ms lulu ignacio&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: bakit naman?&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: hahahaha&lt;BR&gt;raymond: that was the first time na nalaman ko menaing ng word na yun&lt;BR&gt;raymond: tanga no&lt;BR&gt;raymond: taray ni gilda&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: nakita ko pics nya sa london&lt;BR&gt;raymond: madalas ko siya kachat&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: dun na ba sya based?&lt;BR&gt;raymond: yup&lt;BR&gt;raymond: i guess so&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: ah ok&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: kmusta naman sya?&lt;BR&gt;raymond: shes good&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: good&lt;BR&gt;raymond: nililigawan ko nga pero ayaw naman&lt;BR&gt;raymond: hahaahhaha&lt;BR&gt;raymond: at least para may bubuhay na sakin&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: ganun?&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: si G?&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: kakaloka ka&lt;BR&gt;raymond: binibiro ko lang&lt;BR&gt;raymond: baka sumakay&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: ah ok&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: ikaw&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: ano balak mo?&lt;BR&gt;raymond: with gilda?&lt;BR&gt;raymond: wala lang&lt;BR&gt;raymond: friends lang kami&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: no&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: i mean... for the next say, 5 years&lt;BR&gt;raymond: ill go on cam&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: wow&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: ill be waiting for that day!&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: as in&lt;BR&gt;raymond: this year try ko na mag-audition&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: im gonna tell everyone that I know na friend kita nung college&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: ill be very happy when that happens&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: seriously!&lt;BR&gt;raymond: putcha kasi, may mga nakapasa na fresh grad lang for training na&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: uu nga&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: dami new faces sa syete&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: sa news&lt;BR&gt;raymond: wala pang background for writing&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: hindi naman magagaling&lt;BR&gt;raymond: yeah&lt;BR&gt;raymond: ikaw?&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: dito pa rin&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: sana that time Senior Ops Manager na ako&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: hahahaha&lt;BR&gt;raymond: wala naman masama&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: uu nga&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: but thats still far from that&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: 3 months pa lang me as OM eh&lt;BR&gt;raymond: ur almost half na&lt;BR&gt;raymond: om?&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: Ops Manager&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: sa multiply ko punta ka&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan:  u'llsee how well loved ako ng agents ko from here sa cebu&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: but i love them more&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: hahaha&lt;BR&gt;raymond: as in? &lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: yep!&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: ano ba kasi yang dinadownload mo ha?&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: oist, naka visit ka na ba sa feu?&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: an balita?&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: ano balita?&lt;BR&gt;raymond: yup&lt;BR&gt;raymond: hay naku, sobrang ganda niya as in&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: last ko nakapunta dun nung kuhaan ng toga&lt;BR&gt;raymond: ibang level na siya&lt;BR&gt;raymond: promise&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: balita ko nga&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: magkano na ba tuition ngayon dun?&lt;BR&gt;raymond: i dnt know&lt;BR&gt;raymond: goodluck na lang siguro&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: uu nga&lt;BR&gt;raymond: bakit mo naitanong?&lt;BR&gt;raymond: ang nursing daw 50k&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: grabe naman!&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: 200% increase ba itu?&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: hahaha&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: ano na ba itsura?&lt;BR&gt;raymond: state of the art na siya&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: ive heard&lt;BR&gt;raymond: pinalayas lang tayo saka pinaganda yung campus&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: uu nga eh&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: sino na ba chairman sa masscom?&lt;BR&gt;raymond: si mam garin pa rin&lt;BR&gt;raymond: nung masscomm week nila&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: ah si maam garin na ba?&lt;BR&gt;raymond: they have invited me to be their speaker&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: hindi na ung taga channel 4?&lt;BR&gt;raymond: katakot&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: wow&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: so ano naman na share mo sa mga estudyante?&lt;BR&gt;raymond: di ko nga alam kung ano pinagsasabi ko dun&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: hahahah &lt;BR&gt;raymond: media sucks&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: sus, ikaw pa.... &lt;BR&gt;raymond: hahahaha&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: thats right... should have prepared them for the reality&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: sa real world&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: na after graduation eh hindi na pwede ung sumasabit ka lang sa team mates mo&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: para maging cum laude&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: hahaha&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: bitter pa rin ako until today&lt;BR&gt;raymond: korek&lt;BR&gt;raymond: pansin ko nga&lt;BR&gt;raymond: hayaan mo, lost naman ang career nya&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: uu nga&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: hahahaha &lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: we are still mean&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: tulad pa rin ng dati&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: hahaha&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: nakita ko nga yung pics sa Advocate&lt;BR&gt;raymond: hahaahahha&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: hindi ko na kilala yung mga tao dun&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: nung nagsusulat ako dun... parang mga elementary pa lang yung mga yun eh&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: wala akong kilala sa masthead nila&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: are we old na?&lt;BR&gt;raymond: ammm.. i must admit, yes&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: ewww... syet&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: pakshet&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Alexis Chan: uy, baka dyan ako sa manila next week&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: kapag na approve VL ko kita tyo&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: punta tayo sa FEU&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: may starbucks pa rin ba dun?&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: alam ko meron ng yellow cab&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: sosyal na&lt;BR&gt;raymond: sure&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: sige ha&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: text kita&lt;BR&gt;raymond: ill wait for that &lt;BR&gt;raymond: sama natin si _______&lt;BR&gt;raymond: hahahahaha&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: toinks&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: yoko nga&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: hahahaha&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: sama natin si father&lt;BR&gt;raymond: korek&lt;BR&gt;raymond: tapos chat natin si gilda&lt;BR&gt;raymond: sosyal&lt;BR&gt;raymond: hahahahah&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: hahaha&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: keri&lt;BR&gt;raymond: got ur laptop?&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: kamusta naman ung iba?&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: wala akong laptop eh&lt;BR&gt;raymond: si robel andito na raw sa marikina&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: impractical for me&lt;BR&gt;raymond: sobrang need ko sa work kasi&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: i work everyday in front of a PC tapos laptop pa rin pag-uwi&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: walang life????&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: hhahaha &lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: uy... meron akong bagong inspiration&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: sa multiply ko sya&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: hahahaha &lt;BR&gt;raymond: sino?&lt;BR&gt;raymond: share mo naman&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: basta&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: dun sya&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: tignan mo sa pics&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: hahahah &lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: u know naman ung mga type ko eh&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: hahahaha &lt;BR&gt;raymond: do i need to register  para maview ko account mo?&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: not really&lt;BR&gt;Alexis Chan: lexie717.multiply.com&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9493120-6518120722505407796?l=lexandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/6518120722505407796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9493120&amp;postID=6518120722505407796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/6518120722505407796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/6518120722505407796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/08/are-we-old-na.html' title='Are we old na?'/><author><name>Lexie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587870759560504173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13572320798357516572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9493120.post-6069622474854688292</id><published>2007-08-12T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T07:18:24.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lift Me Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;PRE&gt;This is my new favorite song.... I have yet to download this though...&lt;/PRE&gt;&lt;PRE&gt; &lt;/PRE&gt;&lt;PRE&gt;Lift Me Up&lt;/PRE&gt;&lt;PRE&gt;Geri Halliwell&lt;/PRE&gt;&lt;PRE&gt; &lt;/PRE&gt;&lt;PRE&gt;Watch the first light Kiss the new world It's a wonder, baby like you and I All the colours of the rainbow Going somewhere, baby like you and I  It's gonna be alright But when my sky clouds over  (Lift me up) when the day is over (Take me up) when the sun is going down (Show me love) and I'll be your angel now (Lift me up) when the lights are fading (Talk me down) when I'm flying way up high (Show me love) and I'll be your angel for life Your angel for life  Like the seasons ever changing Everlasting baby like you and I It's gonna be alright But when my sky clouds over  CHORUS  No matter where we run Who knows what we will become Is there a world we know Where life will naturally  CHORUS&lt;/PRE&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9493120-6069622474854688292?l=lexandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/6069622474854688292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9493120&amp;postID=6069622474854688292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/6069622474854688292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/6069622474854688292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/08/lift-me-up.html' title='Lift Me Up'/><author><name>Lexie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587870759560504173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13572320798357516572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9493120.post-1501841054743848015</id><published>2007-08-08T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T00:43:13.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life..... or someone like it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I remember how I used to complain about not having a life at all.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I just realized that life is something that you have make. It does not come to you and say.... "Hey... you need to have a life." You have to create it.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I am trying to create a life.... and I am loving every moment of it :)&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9493120-1501841054743848015?l=lexandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/1501841054743848015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9493120&amp;postID=1501841054743848015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/1501841054743848015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/1501841054743848015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/08/life-or-someone-like-it.html' title='Life..... or someone like it.'/><author><name>Lexie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587870759560504173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13572320798357516572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9493120.post-7372468143112650989</id><published>2007-08-06T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T05:53:59.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Cebu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;(This is a re-post of  blog I wrote two years ago. I'm paying tribute to this city that adopted me and celebrating it's Charter Day).&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Whoever said that Manila has it all has definitely not been to Cebu.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I mean, I have lived here for the last nine months and I am almost loving every bit of it. And why not? We (as in Cebuanos, feeling!) have the best beaches, good food, great night life, most sacred of history and best of all --- nice and gorgeous people.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;There is no other place in the world that you can be go from a bustling and booming metropolis to the most serene of beaches in under two hours? Only in Cebu! You can go to Bohol, Ilo-ilo, Bacolod,Siquijor in just matter of hours!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Here, you can do things to your heart's content. Cebu has it all. If you're like me that loves to see places, this is the perfect spot for you. You like going to the beach, easy. You can go scuba diving, snorkelling and para-sailing, if your the adventurous type. How about going to the malls, visiting historical places (like the Mactan Shrine and Colon, the first street in the Philippines, be careful though when going there, you've been to Divisoria)?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Cebu is also less crowded and polluted than Manila. You can still breath clean air without the fear of developing asthma after two hours. Here, the population is much, much lesser compared to Manila (except during Sinulog, then you need to ask yourself, "Where are all this people coming from??).&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Going out on a weekend? Though I rarely to this because of the nature of my job, I can say that Cebu brings its own flavor into the the Saturday night party scene. Though compared to Manila, here, it is a lot tamer. But still the same, if your purpose is to get wasted, have fun and meet fab-o-lous people.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Speaking of....&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Cebuanos has a certain kind of charm. I dunno, maybe it's the way they speak. Or maybe the fact that (my observation) they make an effort to be really different from the Manilenyos. I mean, they always try to put a local touch in everything they do. They have the sweetest smile that can capture your heart (like me!).&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I have meet a lot of wonderful people staying here and I must admit that like many others, I was smitten by what Cebu and the Cebuanos has to offer.&lt;BR&gt;I'm sounding more of a spokesperson for Cebu tourism, I think I should get paid for this, really!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; But what is the real reason why I am in love with Cebu so much? I dunno. Maybe because they have accepted me as one of their own (did they?), or maybe because I tried to find a refuge and they gave me one. Or maybe, just because maybe, I'm head-over-heels in-love with a true-(and hot)-bloodied Cebuano? &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9493120-7372468143112650989?l=lexandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/7372468143112650989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9493120&amp;postID=7372468143112650989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/7372468143112650989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/7372468143112650989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-cebu.html' title='Oh Cebu!'/><author><name>Lexie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587870759560504173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13572320798357516572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9493120.post-8790089223223678369</id><published>2007-08-06T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T05:27:18.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CVG Weekly Volleyball Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Hey Ya'll!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I'm inviting everyone that is interested to join our Weekly Volleybal Game!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;We play every Sunday @ Abellana. We start the game at 5pm. This is CVG employees that plays volleyball. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Please approach me or OM Ugn if you are interested.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;We had our first game last Sunday and it was fun! You should join!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9493120-8790089223223678369?l=lexandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/8790089223223678369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9493120&amp;postID=8790089223223678369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/8790089223223678369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/8790089223223678369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/08/cvg-weekly-volleyball-game.html' title='CVG Weekly Volleyball Game'/><author><name>Lexie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587870759560504173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13572320798357516572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9493120.post-8119872092614514309</id><published>2007-08-06T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T04:21:37.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apocalypse Now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;It was a just matter of time.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;The heyday is over.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;The powers that be that controls the browsing universe has caught up.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;The chaos has started and there is only one thing to do about it.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Look for a proxy!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Multiply has been offcially blocked.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9493120-8119872092614514309?l=lexandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/8119872092614514309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9493120&amp;postID=8119872092614514309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/8119872092614514309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/8119872092614514309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/08/apocalypse-now.html' title='Apocalypse Now!'/><author><name>Lexie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587870759560504173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13572320798357516572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9493120.post-1935651331250386607</id><published>2007-07-12T23:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T03:07:33.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'> Blogthings Etc. Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Things that we do when we're bored. Hahaha!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#eeeeee&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;You Should Be With a Water Sign!&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG height=100 src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsignguyshouldyoudatequiz/water-sign.jpg" width=100&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;Your best match is a Cancer, Scorpio, or Pisces&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Why? You crave intimacy and connection in your relationship&lt;BR&gt;And while most guys can't open up enough for you, a Water Sign can&lt;BR&gt;Not that you're whole relationship will be soul gazing&lt;BR&gt;A Water Sign matches your goofy sense of humor - and desire to help others. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsignguyshouldyoudatequiz/"&gt;What Sign Guy Should You Date?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#dddddd&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;You Belong in Dublin&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD bgColor=#eeeeee&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG height=100 src="http://images.blogthings.com/whateuropeancitydoyoubelonginquiz/dublin.jpg" width=100&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;Friendly and down to earth, you want to enjoy Europe without snobbery or pretensions.&lt;BR&gt;You're the perfect person to go wild on a pub crawl... or enjoy a quiet bike ride through the old part of town. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/whateuropeancitydoyoubelonginquiz/"&gt;What European City Do You Belong In?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;                                                          Oh! I've always felt that I'm half-Irish!  &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#cccccc&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Your Famous Movie Kiss is from Cruel Intentions&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD bgColor=#dddddd&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG height=100 src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatfamousmoviekissareyouquiz/cruel-intentions.jpg" width=100&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;"I'm the only girl you can't have, and it kills you."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatfamousmoviekissareyouquiz/"&gt;What Famous Movie Kiss Are You?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;                                                          This is one of my fave movies!  &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#eee9e9&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;You are a Career Girl!&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD bgColor=#fffafa&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG height=100 src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/career-girl.gif" width=100&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;You may not be a CEO yet, but you're well on your way to success.&lt;BR&gt;You take your career seriously, and you wouldn't stop working for any guy!&lt;BR&gt;An independent woman, you pay for your own car, clothes, and housing.&lt;BR&gt;And men appreciate that - at least, the ones as driven as you are. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Girl Are You?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#fff8c2&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Your Love Life Secrets Are&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD bgColor=#fffce3&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG height=100 src="http://images.blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/love.jpg" width=100&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;Looking back on your life, you will have a few true loves.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You're a little scarred from your past relationships, but who isn't?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You expect a lot from your lover - you want the full package. You tend to be very picky.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;In fights, you are able to walk away and calm down. You are able to weather the storm.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Getting over a break-up doesn't take long. Easy come, easy go. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/"&gt;Your Love Life Secrets, Revealed&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#dddddd&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;You Belong in 1987&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD bgColor=#eeeeee&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG height=100 src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatyeardoyoubelonginquiz/80s.jpg" width=100&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;Wild, over the top, and just a little bit cheesy. You're colorful at night - and successful during the day. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatyeardoyoubelonginquiz/"&gt;What Year Do You Belong In?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#eeeeee&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Your Love Life is Like Annie Hall&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG height=100 src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmovieisyourlovelifelikequiz/annie.jpg" width=100&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;"A relationship, I think, is like a shark. You know? It has to constantly move forward or it dies."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You believe that love (if you even believe in love!) is a very complicated thing.&lt;BR&gt;Maybe love is pain. Or maybe it's all a big therapy session. You're still figuring it out.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Your love style: Brainy and a bit neurotic&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Your Hollywood Ending Will Be: Realistic and reflective &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmovieisyourlovelifelikequiz/"&gt;What Movie Is Your Love Life Like?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9493120-1935651331250386607?l=lexandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/1935651331250386607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9493120&amp;postID=1935651331250386607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/1935651331250386607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/1935651331250386607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/07/blogthings-etc-part-3_7102.html' title=' Blogthings Etc. Part 3'/><author><name>Lexie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587870759560504173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13572320798357516572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9493120.post-325578076912909225</id><published>2007-07-12T23:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T03:07:29.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'> Blogthings Etc. Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Things that we do when we're bored. Hahaha!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#eeeeee&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;You Should Be With a Water Sign!&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG height=100 src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsignguyshouldyoudatequiz/water-sign.jpg" width=100&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;Your best match is a Cancer, Scorpio, or Pisces&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Why? You crave intimacy and connection in your relationship&lt;BR&gt;And while most guys can't open up enough for you, a Water Sign can&lt;BR&gt;Not that you're whole relationship will be soul gazing&lt;BR&gt;A Water Sign matches your goofy sense of humor - and desire to help others. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsignguyshouldyoudatequiz/"&gt;What Sign Guy Should You Date?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#dddddd&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;You Belong in Dublin&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD bgColor=#eeeeee&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG height=100 src="http://images.blogthings.com/whateuropeancitydoyoubelonginquiz/dublin.jpg" width=100&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;Friendly and down to earth, you want to enjoy Europe without snobbery or pretensions.&lt;BR&gt;You're the perfect person to go wild on a pub crawl... or enjoy a quiet bike ride through the old part of town. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/whateuropeancitydoyoubelonginquiz/"&gt;What European City Do You Belong In?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;                                                          Oh! I've always felt that I'm half-Irish!  &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#cccccc&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Your Famous Movie Kiss is from Cruel Intentions&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD bgColor=#dddddd&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG height=100 src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatfamousmoviekissareyouquiz/cruel-intentions.jpg" width=100&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;"I'm the only girl you can't have, and it kills you."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatfamousmoviekissareyouquiz/"&gt;What Famous Movie Kiss Are You?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;                                                          This is one of my fave movies!  &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#eee9e9&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;You are a Career Girl!&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD bgColor=#fffafa&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG height=100 src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/career-girl.gif" width=100&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;You may not be a CEO yet, but you're well on your way to success.&lt;BR&gt;You take your career seriously, and you wouldn't stop working for any guy!&lt;BR&gt;An independent woman, you pay for your own car, clothes, and housing.&lt;BR&gt;And men appreciate that - at least, the ones as driven as you are. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Girl Are You?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#fff8c2&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Your Love Life Secrets Are&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD bgColor=#fffce3&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG height=100 src="http://images.blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/love.jpg" width=100&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;Looking back on your life, you will have a few true loves.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You're a little scarred from your past relationships, but who isn't?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You expect a lot from your lover - you want the full package. You tend to be very picky.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;In fights, you are able to walk away and calm down. You are able to weather the storm.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Getting over a break-up doesn't take long. Easy come, easy go. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/"&gt;Your Love Life Secrets, Revealed&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#dddddd&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;You Belong in 1987&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD bgColor=#eeeeee&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG height=100 src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatyeardoyoubelonginquiz/80s.jpg" width=100&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;Wild, over the top, and just a little bit cheesy. You're colorful at night - and successful during the day. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatyeardoyoubelonginquiz/"&gt;What Year Do You Belong In?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#eeeeee&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Your Love Life is Like Annie Hall&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG height=100 src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmovieisyourlovelifelikequiz/annie.jpg" width=100&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;"A relationship, I think, is like a shark. You know? It has to constantly move forward or it dies."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You believe that love (if you even believe in love!) is a very complicated thing.&lt;BR&gt;Maybe love is pain. Or maybe it's all a big therapy session. You're still figuring it out.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Your love style: Brainy and a bit neurotic&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Your Hollywood Ending Will Be: Realistic and reflective &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmovieisyourlovelifelikequiz/"&gt;What Movie Is Your Love Life Like?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9493120-325578076912909225?l=lexandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/325578076912909225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9493120&amp;postID=325578076912909225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/325578076912909225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/325578076912909225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/07/blogthings-etc-part-3_5702.html' title=' Blogthings Etc. Part 3'/><author><name>Lexie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587870759560504173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13572320798357516572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9493120.post-6280076047623255803</id><published>2007-07-12T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T03:07:27.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'> Blogthings Etc. Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Things that we do when we're bored. Hahaha!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#eeeeee&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;You Should Be With a Water Sign!&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG height=100 src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsignguyshouldyoudatequiz/water-sign.jpg" width=100&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;Your best match is a Cancer, Scorpio, or Pisces&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Why? You crave intimacy and connection in your relationship&lt;BR&gt;And while most guys can't open up enough for you, a Water Sign can&lt;BR&gt;Not that you're whole relationship will be soul gazing&lt;BR&gt;A Water Sign matches your goofy sense of humor - and desire to help others. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsignguyshouldyoudatequiz/"&gt;What Sign Guy Should You Date?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#dddddd&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;You Belong in Dublin&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD bgColor=#eeeeee&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG height=100 src="http://images.blogthings.com/whateuropeancitydoyoubelonginquiz/dublin.jpg" width=100&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;Friendly and down to earth, you want to enjoy Europe without snobbery or pretensions.&lt;BR&gt;You're the perfect person to go wild on a pub crawl... or enjoy a quiet bike ride through the old part of town. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/whateuropeancitydoyoubelonginquiz/"&gt;What European City Do You Belong In?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;                                                          Oh! I've always felt that I'm half-Irish!  &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#cccccc&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Your Famous Movie Kiss is from Cruel Intentions&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD bgColor=#dddddd&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG height=100 src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatfamousmoviekissareyouquiz/cruel-intentions.jpg" width=100&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;"I'm the only girl you can't have, and it kills you."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatfamousmoviekissareyouquiz/"&gt;What Famous Movie Kiss Are You?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;                                                          This is one of my fave movies!  &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#eee9e9&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;You are a Career Girl!&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD bgColor=#fffafa&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG height=100 src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/career-girl.gif" width=100&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;You may not be a CEO yet, but you're well on your way to success.&lt;BR&gt;You take your career seriously, and you wouldn't stop working for any guy!&lt;BR&gt;An independent woman, you pay for your own car, clothes, and housing.&lt;BR&gt;And men appreciate that - at least, the ones as driven as you are. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Girl Are You?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#fff8c2&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Your Love Life Secrets Are&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD bgColor=#fffce3&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG height=100 src="http://images.blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/love.jpg" width=100&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;Looking back on your life, you will have a few true loves.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You're a little scarred from your past relationships, but who isn't?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You expect a lot from your lover - you want the full package. You tend to be very picky.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;In fights, you are able to walk away and calm down. You are able to weather the storm.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Getting over a break-up doesn't take long. Easy come, easy go. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/"&gt;Your Love Life Secrets, Revealed&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#dddddd&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;You Belong in 1987&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD bgColor=#eeeeee&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG height=100 src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatyeardoyoubelonginquiz/80s.jpg" width=100&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;Wild, over the top, and just a little bit cheesy. You're colorful at night - and successful during the day. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatyeardoyoubelonginquiz/"&gt;What Year Do You Belong In?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#eeeeee&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Your Love Life is Like Annie Hall&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG height=100 src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmovieisyourlovelifelikequiz/annie.jpg" width=100&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;"A relationship, I think, is like a shark. You know? It has to constantly move forward or it dies."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You believe that love (if you even believe in love!) is a very complicated thing.&lt;BR&gt;Maybe love is pain. Or maybe it's all a big therapy session. You're still figuring it out.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Your love style: Brainy and a bit neurotic&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Your Hollywood Ending Will Be: Realistic and reflective &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmovieisyourlovelifelikequiz/"&gt;What Movie Is Your Love Life Like?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9493120-6280076047623255803?l=lexandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/6280076047623255803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9493120&amp;postID=6280076047623255803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/6280076047623255803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/6280076047623255803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/07/blogthings-etc-part-3_12.html' title=' Blogthings Etc. Part 3'/><author><name>Lexie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587870759560504173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13572320798357516572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9493120.post-3539562940565269214</id><published>2007-07-12T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T03:06:18.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'> Blogthings Etc. Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Things that we do when we're bored. Hahaha!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#eeeeee&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;You Should Be With a Water Sign!&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG height=100 src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsignguyshouldyoudatequiz/water-sign.jpg" width=100&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;Your best match is a Cancer, Scorpio, or Pisces&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Why? You crave intimacy and connection in your relationship&lt;BR&gt;And while most guys can't open up enough for you, a Water Sign can&lt;BR&gt;Not that you're whole relationship will be soul gazing&lt;BR&gt;A Water Sign matches your goofy sense of humor - and desire to help others. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsignguyshouldyoudatequiz/"&gt;What Sign Guy Should You Date?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#dddddd&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;You Belong in Dublin&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD bgColor=#eeeeee&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG height=100 src="http://images.blogthings.com/whateuropeancitydoyoubelonginquiz/dublin.jpg" width=100&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;Friendly and down to earth, you want to enjoy Europe without snobbery or pretensions.&lt;BR&gt;You're the perfect person to go wild on a pub crawl... or enjoy a quiet bike ride through the old part of town. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/whateuropeancitydoyoubelonginquiz/"&gt;What European City Do You Belong In?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;                                                          Oh! I've always felt that I'm half-Irish!  &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#cccccc&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Your Famous Movie Kiss is from Cruel Intentions&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD bgColor=#dddddd&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG height=100 src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatfamousmoviekissareyouquiz/cruel-intentions.jpg" width=100&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;"I'm the only girl you can't have, and it kills you."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatfamousmoviekissareyouquiz/"&gt;What Famous Movie Kiss Are You?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;                                                          This is one of my fave movies!  &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#eee9e9&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;You are a Career Girl!&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD bgColor=#fffafa&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG height=100 src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/career-girl.gif" width=100&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;You may not be a CEO yet, but you're well on your way to success.&lt;BR&gt;You take your career seriously, and you wouldn't stop working for any guy!&lt;BR&gt;An independent woman, you pay for your own car, clothes, and housing.&lt;BR&gt;And men appreciate that - at least, the ones as driven as you are. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Girl Are You?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#fff8c2&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Your Love Life Secrets Are&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD bgColor=#fffce3&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG height=100 src="http://images.blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/love.jpg" width=100&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;Looking back on your life, you will have a few true loves.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You're a little scarred from your past relationships, but who isn't?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You expect a lot from your lover - you want the full package. You tend to be very picky.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;In fights, you are able to walk away and calm down. You are able to weather the storm.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Getting over a break-up doesn't take long. Easy come, easy go. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/"&gt;Your Love Life Secrets, Revealed&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#dddddd&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;You Belong in 1987&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD bgColor=#eeeeee&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG height=100 src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatyeardoyoubelonginquiz/80s.jpg" width=100&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;Wild, over the top, and just a little bit cheesy. You're colorful at night - and successful during the day. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatyeardoyoubelonginquiz/"&gt;What Year Do You Belong In?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#eeeeee&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Your Love Life is Like Annie Hall&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG height=100 src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmovieisyourlovelifelikequiz/annie.jpg" width=100&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;"A relationship, I think, is like a shark. You know? It has to constantly move forward or it dies."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You believe that love (if you even believe in love!) is a very complicated thing.&lt;BR&gt;Maybe love is pain. Or maybe it's all a big therapy session. You're still figuring it out.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Your love style: Brainy and a bit neurotic&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Your Hollywood Ending Will Be: Realistic and reflective &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmovieisyourlovelifelikequiz/"&gt;What Movie Is Your Love Life Like?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9493120-3539562940565269214?l=lexandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/3539562940565269214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9493120&amp;postID=3539562940565269214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/3539562940565269214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/3539562940565269214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/07/blogthings-etc-part-3.html' title=' Blogthings Etc. Part 3'/><author><name>Lexie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05587870759560504173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13572320798357516572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9493120.post-4939360779113801828</id><published>2007-07-12T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T02:23:27.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogthings Etc. Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I enjoyed doing the first one, so I'm making a second list. This pseudo personality tests are so fun! This is a great stress-reliever!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#eeeeee&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;You Are Strawberries with Cream&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG height=100 src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdessertareyoumostlikequiz/strawberries.jpg" width=100&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;Fresh and uncomplicated, you are always enjoyed but often overlooked.&lt;BR&gt;You're confident in who you are. You don't need a facade to feel better about yourself. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdessertareyoumostlikequiz/"&gt;What Dessert Are You Most Like?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#eeeeee&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;You Are a Centaur&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG height=100 src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmythologicalcreatureareyouquiz/centaur.jpg" width=100&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;In general, you are a very cautious and reserved person.&lt;BR&gt;However, you are also warm hearted, and you enjoy helping others in practical ways.&lt;BR&gt;You are a great teacher, and you are really good at helping people get their lives in order.&lt;BR&gt;You are very intuitive, and you go with your gut. You make good decisions easily. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmythologicalcreatureareyouquiz/"&gt;What Mythological Creature Are You?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#dddddd&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;B&gt;People Envy Your Energy&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD bgColor=#eeeeee&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG height=100 src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdopeopleenvyaboutyouquiz/energy.gif" width=100&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;You've got the drive and determination to keep your life in order, and you are on track to be a huge success. People tend to envy all you've got in life, but they don't understand the work that goes behind it!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdopeopleenvyaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Do People Envy About You?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#dddddd&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;You Are a Martini&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD bgColor=#eeeeee&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG height=100 src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmixeddrinkareyouquiz/martini.jpg" width=100&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;There's no other way to say it: you're a total lush.&lt;BR&gt;You hold your liquor well, and you hold a lot of it! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmixeddrinkareyouquiz/"&gt;What Mixed Drink Are You?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#dddddd&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Your Power Level is: 74%&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD bgColor=#eeeeee&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG height=100 src="http://images.blogthings.com/howpowerfulareyouquiz/power-4.jpg" width=100&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;You're a very powerful person, and you know that all of your power comes from within.&lt;BR&gt;Keep on doing what you're doing, and you'll reach your goals. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/howpowerfulareyouquiz/"&gt;How Powerful Are You?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#999999&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;B&gt;In a Past Life...&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD bgColor=#cccccc&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG height=100 src="http://images.blogthings.com/pastlifegenerator/past-life.jpg" width=100&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;You Were: A Genius Assassin. Where You Lived: Austria. How You Died: Typhoid fever.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/pastlifegenerator/"&gt;Who Were You In a Past Life?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#eeeeee&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Your Inner Pop Princess Is Beyonce&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG height=100 src="http://images.blogthings.com/whosyourinnerpopprincessquiz/beyonce.jpg" width=100&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;"Tonight I'll be your naughty girl&lt;BR&gt;I'm callin all my girls&lt;BR&gt;Gonna turn this party out&lt;BR&gt;I know you want my body."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You've got the talent, looks, and attitude to get to the top of the charts. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/whosyourinnerpopprincessquiz/"&gt;Who's Your Inner Pop Princess?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;                                                            Hahahah! This SO FUNNY!  &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#dddddd&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Your Musical Tastes Match: Jennifer Garner&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD bgColor=#eeeeee&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG height=100 src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcelebritymatchesyourtasteinmusicquiz/jennifer-garner.jpg" width=100&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;&lt;A href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=CkIfgYlVpZA&amp;offerid=78941.454939221&amp;type=10&amp;subid="&gt;&lt;BR&gt;See her whole playlist here (iTunes required)&lt;/A&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcelebritymatchesyourtasteinmusicquiz/"&gt;What Celebrity Matches Your Taste in Music?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9493120-4939360779113801828?l=lexandthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/4939360779113801828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9493120&amp;postID=4939360779113801828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/4939360779113801828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9493120/posts/default/4939360779113801828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexandthecity.blogspot.com/2007/07/blogthings-etc-part-2.html' title='Blogthings Etc. 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