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!function(d,s,id){var js,fjs=d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0];if(!d.getElementById(id)){js=d.createElement(s);js.id=id;js.src="//platform.twitter.com/widgets.js";fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js,fjs);}}(document,"script","twitter-wjs");</description><title>Fortune and the Brave</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @fortuneandthebrave)</generator><link>http://fortuneandthebrave.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>That feeling that you have to constantly prove yourself.That you have to work for every single...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;That feeling that you have to constantly prove yourself.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;That you have to work for every single little thing (or person) you want.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I wish it were easier.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://fortuneandthebrave.tumblr.com/post/48986436748</link><guid>http://fortuneandthebrave.tumblr.com/post/48986436748</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Apr 2013 01:15:47 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>But baby there you againThere you go againMaking me love youuuu</title><description>&lt;p&gt;But baby there you again&lt;br/&gt;There you go again&lt;br/&gt;Making me love youuuu&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://fortuneandthebrave.tumblr.com/post/46658896749</link><guid>http://fortuneandthebrave.tumblr.com/post/46658896749</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 Mar 2013 04:43:26 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Booked for Davao on May. #excited</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/96ba4e53749e68207c369f383071acad/tumblr_mkc2neZK501qhwpono1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Booked for Davao on May. #excited&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://fortuneandthebrave.tumblr.com/post/46438011838</link><guid>http://fortuneandthebrave.tumblr.com/post/46438011838</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Mar 2013 15:11:38 -0400</pubDate><category>travel</category></item><item><title>What time will you get here, summer?</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/2cb19ed62d0252e64f4e7e312f5e0852/tumblr_mk6bnbS8EE1qhwpono1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;What time will you get here, summer?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://fortuneandthebrave.tumblr.com/post/46169727580</link><guid>http://fortuneandthebrave.tumblr.com/post/46169727580</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Mar 2013 12:40:00 -0400</pubDate><category>studying</category></item><item><title>B</title><description>&lt;p&gt;It took me an hour of staring at a blank screen before I realized that, no, I will never be able to encapsulate the last ten (eleven? twelve?) years in a few paragraphs. I will never be that good a writer.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Thank God, Taylor Swift sings my heart. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://fortuneandthebrave.tumblr.com/post/45202415214</link><guid>http://fortuneandthebrave.tumblr.com/post/45202415214</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Mar 2013 14:43:08 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I'd Lie</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_26"&gt;He stands there then walks away&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_27"&gt;My God, if I could only say&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_28"&gt;I&amp;#8217;m holding every breath for you&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_29"&gt;He&amp;#8217;d never tell you but he can play guitar&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_30"&gt;I think he can see through everything but my heart&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_31"&gt;First thought when I wake up is, &amp;#8220;My god, he&amp;#8217;s beautiful&amp;#8221;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;~Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://fortuneandthebrave.tumblr.com/post/45201637733</link><guid>http://fortuneandthebrave.tumblr.com/post/45201637733</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Mar 2013 14:30:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I'm only me when I'm with you</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_19"&gt;And I don&amp;#8217;t try to hide my tears&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_20"&gt;The secrets, all my deepest fears&lt;br/&gt;Through it all, &lt;br/&gt;Nobody gets me like you do.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;~Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://fortuneandthebrave.tumblr.com/post/45201238982</link><guid>http://fortuneandthebrave.tumblr.com/post/45201238982</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Mar 2013 14:23:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>For you.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;When we were in high school and I was still partially insane, I promised myself that I wouldn&amp;#8217;t follow her example. I vowed that I would never hurt you. I was convinced that I was the right choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I&amp;#8217;m sorry that I&amp;#8217;m not very good at keeping promises.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I did try. I kept expecting to wake up one day, feeling the same way I did ten years ago. If I were a little less idealistic, I would have taken everyone&amp;#8217;s advice and I would have given this a chance to work.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I just turned 26 two hours ago. I&amp;#8217;m a little too old to settle for people and things that would not make me happy. You know what I went through so I&amp;#8217;m sure you&amp;#8217;d agree when I say that I deserve happiness as much as any other person.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You deserve to be happy too. You certainly won&amp;#8217;t find happiness in someone who refuses to prioritize you.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Please stop thinking that there&amp;#8217;s something wrong with you. You were blameless. I take responsibility for everything. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;#8212;-&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This is actually a prepared speech. In real life, I stared and shrugged and gave fumbling explanations which were very hurtful. I&amp;#8217;m writing this at 2&amp;#160;o&amp;#8217;clock in the morning because my guilt won&amp;#8217;t let me rest. &lt;strike&gt;I GET IT NOW! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;I hope things work out for you. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://fortuneandthebrave.tumblr.com/post/44717957308</link><guid>http://fortuneandthebrave.tumblr.com/post/44717957308</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Mar 2013 13:28:35 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Jeremy Scott X Longchamp</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Jeremy Scott has to be one of those designers you either hate or love. His designs are extravagant, loud, and bordering on weird. I hated most of his collaboration pieces with Adidas, primarily because most of them are unwearable. A track suit with fluffy teddy bears attached all over it? No thanks.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;However, I did find his pieces for Longchamp quite extraordinary. Maybe because I find outrageous bags more tolerable than outrageous clothing? Or because I find classic Longchamp bags utterly ugly that anything different would do them a world of good? In any case, here are some of the bags that caught my attention:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/09733d92b5d7888bc8b1e49c5b7ae6be/tumblr_inline_mj1k758wSm1qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Really cute and something I&amp;#8217;d use if I wanted to brag. It has the designer&amp;#8217;s name all over it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/923a2e56b2a7327055e01669af723eba/tumblr_inline_mj1kb6Ne481qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The infamous pill bag.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/b1c9895485c6db3aaada142247b28a89/tumblr_inline_mj1kcyCzJw1qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I actually fell in love with this bag when I saw a photo of CL (of 2ne1) lugging one around at the airport. Actually, I just really love anything CL wears. She&amp;#8217;s badass.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/8ba1268885b245534e45111617798c41/tumblr_inline_mj1khykiJG1qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This is actually my favorite piece. This, I believe, stands for everything Jeremy Scott is. An eclectic mix of prints: baroque swirls, one dollar signs, leopard spots. It shouldn&amp;#8217;t work, but Jeremy Scott worked his magic and made it awesome.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/8a09e4b55fefcd4b7437898474f64c79/tumblr_inline_mj1liu4Q9r1qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;d love this piece more if I didn&amp;#8217;t see the same print on some of his Adidas running gear. It&amp;#8217;s still a standout piece nevertheless.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;#8212;-&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This is one of those I-wish-I&amp;#8217;m-a-lawyer-already-so-I-could-buy-everything-I-want posts. Now I have to go back to being a poor student with a day job I really detest. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Good night non-existent readers! :D&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://fortuneandthebrave.tumblr.com/post/44379155082</link><guid>http://fortuneandthebrave.tumblr.com/post/44379155082</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Mar 2013 12:00:45 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Images of 2012</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Thank you&amp;#8217;s are unnecessary, don&amp;#8217;t you think? I am blessed and I&amp;#8217;d like to think that I spend every day of my life showing the people I care about how grateful I am to have them. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This post is a bit late. But the hiatus has made me realize that the more I blog, the less interesting my real life actually is. I guess you can say then that the past few months have been&amp;#8230; entertaining? And crazy. Definitely crazy. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Anyway, here&amp;#8217;s to 2012. Let&amp;#8217;s hope that 2013 will be more awesome. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/cf291575fe31642717fddbaca43f5927/tumblr_inline_mgvif4yyZl1qgusj3.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/8f1fb74a364f11623d535df7ec1c2b23/tumblr_inline_mgvifzUYgW1qgusj3.jpg"/&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/28ccac30763a96a215ddf3f567dd3f56/tumblr_inline_mgvignZe2l1qgusj3.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/a4ac7522f79bb4b007b190e283af69ad/tumblr_inline_mgvih2x4el1qgusj3.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/a0de097c6a36fbc235d9fa4a27a054a2/tumblr_inline_mgvihgoP2G1qgusj3.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/8e659d9957e9010644cb7b5fbe8caeb3/tumblr_inline_mgvihvLKVT1qgusj3.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/e9593b03e5c0429f1e963f0ddd2b360f/tumblr_inline_mgviistEgk1qgusj3.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/d0fc152ec723e40ca3e4ed59cbc018bc/tumblr_inline_mgvijnABRA1qgusj3.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/3981607b565227036ec23f049d9a97dc/tumblr_inline_mgvikomICq1qgusj3.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/578ee9516d49e1760424f7be84cac73e/tumblr_inline_mgvildB7k91qgusj3.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://fortuneandthebrave.tumblr.com/post/40918702081</link><guid>http://fortuneandthebrave.tumblr.com/post/40918702081</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Jan 2013 07:57:59 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Strange Fate</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/d3e0fae9689b371cba8cbb37223feaa8/tumblr_inline_mfna3qfpWG1qgusj3.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I guess it&amp;#8217;s time for my annual rant about this book.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Dear LJ Smith,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It&amp;#8217;s difficult to write a book. I get it. Seriously. I have about five half-assed attempts that never got anywhere. I understand that certain things hinder us from actually sitting down and just getting it all out. I&amp;#8217;ve read about your family issues about three years ago, and I sympathize. I really do.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;However, please try to look at things from a reader&amp;#8217;s point of view.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I started reading your books when I was in 2nd year high school. That was about eleven or twelve years ago. I read book nine of the Night World Series when I was a junior (Thank you, Jonep, for lending me the ones I don&amp;#8217;t have). I had no idea what Harry Potter was about. My whole young adulthood was defined by your series. When my classmates were gushing about Draco, I was daydreaming about Morgead. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ever since I graduated high school, I have religiously checked your site for any update on Strange Fate&amp;#8217;s release date. I&amp;#8217;ve joined fan clubs, rpg communities, blog circles&amp;#8230; After all, misery loves company, right? Rumors and speculations only fanned the fire. I NEVER lost hope that it will eventually come out.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But then you came out with three new books for The Vampire Diaries (which is my least favorite series). And rumor has it, you&amp;#8217;re also planning on writing a sequel to The Secret Circle (which is my favorite series of all time).&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Okay, I never did like Stefan and Adam&amp;#8217;s characters. So I&amp;#8217;m all for killing them off and having Elena end up with Damon, and Cassie with Nick. Unfortunately, I never got past the second chapter of Shadow Souls, because WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOUR WRITING STYLE?! I&amp;#8217;ve read ALL of your books, and this is nowhere near how you used to write fourteen years ago. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So there&amp;#8217;s that. What&amp;#8217;s the point of continuing books that are already DONE? The protagonists ended up with the good, boring guys. Fine. I am SO over that. At least Kaitlyn ended up with Gabriel, so I&amp;#8217;m not complaining. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;What I need, what all of your readers need, is Strange Fate. The waiting is ridiculous. I don&amp;#8217;t even care if it&amp;#8217;s as crappy as The Vampire Diaries sequel. I just want it to END and get it out of my system already.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;J&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://fortuneandthebrave.tumblr.com/post/38873200953</link><guid>http://fortuneandthebrave.tumblr.com/post/38873200953</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Dec 2012 11:27:59 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>At Work</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Posting these here because I am no longer FB-active (and uploading on twitter is not my thing). &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Surprise Birthday party for my Boss:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mcwz1kg0mj1qgusj3.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The decoration committee. Right. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mcwz2m5nmB1qgusj3.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yes, I actually made some of those hanging flower-y thingies. I can be artistic. Who knew.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mcwz52u98e1qgusj3.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Inside my boss&amp;#8217;s office, with the giant greeting card.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mcwz8hGB2G1qgusj3.jpg"/&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;With AC Mangotara and my boss, near my desk.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mcwz9oG4Pq1qgusj3.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I stole that mug from an officemate haha&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Halloween:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mcwzcbD3r81qgusj3.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I actually have no costume. We were going for the &amp;#8220;my-headpiece-says-it-all&amp;#8221; look. But look at my bomber jacket. F/W Balmain 2012 much? :D And I had my hair up again to look more regal. It didn&amp;#8217;t work. :))&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random Fridays:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mcwzozgVpU1qgusj3.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At my desk.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mcwzqtV5EB1qgusj3.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Polaroid. With Eric.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mcwzrzNH761qgusj3.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Please notice my hair. This was about two months ago, before I decided to cut it shorter.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;But it&amp;#8217;s kind of prettier here? Huh.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;MUST LOSE WEIGHT BEFORE MY 26th. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://fortuneandthebrave.tumblr.com/post/34898565598</link><guid>http://fortuneandthebrave.tumblr.com/post/34898565598</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Nov 2012 09:53:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mb74dvAkOv1qlccb8o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://fortuneandthebrave.tumblr.com/post/34471058697</link><guid>http://fortuneandthebrave.tumblr.com/post/34471058697</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Oct 2012 02:27:13 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Huh</title><description>&lt;p&gt;So, funny story. I was out last Saturday night. I was pretty excited since it&amp;#8217;s my first social activity in MONTHS. I even wore a dress, instead of my usual shorts-and-tshirt combo. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The guy I was with was about to pay our bill. A waiter was there cleaning up our table and I was fiddling with my phone and being normal. Well, as normal as I usually am. Then I noticed that my glass (of beer) was left on the table. It was half full so I deduced that the waiter thought I was still going to finish it. Maybe because lukewarm beer tastes marvelous? So I called his attention and said, &amp;#8220;Kuya, pasama na rin po ito&amp;#8221; and smiled.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;After the waiter left, the guy I was with (let&amp;#8217;s just call him, TGIWW for short) went and said, &amp;#8220;You don&amp;#8217;t have to be sarcastic&amp;#8221;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I wasn&amp;#8217;t going to finish that glass. I want it out of my sight. End of story. No underlying &amp;#8220;you&amp;#8217;re stupid and not doing your job properly&amp;#8221; message.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Is there something wrong with the way I talk that people would automatically assume that there&amp;#8217;s an insult hidden there somewhere? If I wanted to insult someone, I&amp;#8217;d say it directly! Sometimes, even face-to-face!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So&lt;/strong&gt;, TGIWW, if you&amp;#8217;re reading this (and I would bet my left arm that you&amp;#8217;re not),  hey.  I know we haven&amp;#8217;t seen each other in ten years. And while your last impression of me may be that I&amp;#8217;m the girl who steps on other people notebooks just because she could, please know that I did a lot of growing up.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I REALLY REALLY wanted you to see that. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://fortuneandthebrave.tumblr.com/post/32802724478</link><guid>http://fortuneandthebrave.tumblr.com/post/32802724478</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Oct 2012 09:35:58 -0400</pubDate><category>TGIWW</category></item><item><title>Compartmentalization and Second Chances</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Think about it. If you&amp;#8217;re my high school friend, have you ever met one of my orgmates? If you&amp;#8217;re an orgmate, have you ever met one of my blockmates? If you&amp;#8217;re one of my blockmates, have you ever met my parents? The thing is, I don&amp;#8217;t like mixing my worlds. If one of them suddenly started falling apart, I take comfort in knowing that I can always &lt;strike&gt;run off&lt;/strike&gt; concentrate on another aspect of my life.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Not that I recommend taking this route, but it works for me. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So seriously, feel lucky (like, winning-the-lottery lucky) if I suddenly decided that I wanted you to meet my friends/family/dogs/five-inch-shoes. It&amp;#8217;s not that I want to show you off. (Unless you&amp;#8217;re Johnny Depp, then maybe, just a little bit, yes). It&amp;#8217;s because I trust you enough to know that you&amp;#8217;d probably be a part of my life for a very long time. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It&amp;#8217;s really easy to earn my trust. Probably because I&amp;#8217;m gullible and incredibly (in the legal sense of the word) naive and idealistic. Apparently, getting dumped a zillion times wouldn&amp;#8217;t make me stop believing in happy endings and fairy tales. I even give out second chances like one of those piso-candies. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So before this disintegrates into another one of my pointless entries:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A friend asked me on twitter earlier about this guy I&amp;#8217;m spazzing about. High on landi-hormones, I randomly said that I&amp;#8217;d bring him the next time we meet. Then I remembered that I&amp;#8217;m not the kind of person who does that. I blame you, sleepless Sunday. Since I&amp;#8217;m trying out this new thing where I follow through with my promises, I &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; actually do it. Even though I really don&amp;#8217;t want to and it&amp;#8217;s way too early for this.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The title includes second chances because of our history. But that&amp;#8217;s another &lt;strike&gt;entry&lt;/strike&gt; story.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Last year, I made three promises: I wouldn&amp;#8217;t blog about my love life, I would not get into a relationship, and I wouldn&amp;#8217;t fall in love. At least, until the end of this year.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I plan on keeping all three. :) &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://fortuneandthebrave.tumblr.com/post/32198963425</link><guid>http://fortuneandthebrave.tumblr.com/post/32198963425</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Sep 2012 11:17:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>The High Road</title><description>&lt;p&gt;What would I get by insulting you in return?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;As the costs (to my character and conscience) are far greater than the benefits (of putting you in your place), I have nothing to say.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Say what you want to say. I did nothing to deserve your words. If saying them made you happy, then so be it.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I really don&amp;#8217;t care anymore. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://fortuneandthebrave.tumblr.com/post/31191022944</link><guid>http://fortuneandthebrave.tumblr.com/post/31191022944</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Sep 2012 07:03:06 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Hospicio de San Jose</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Since I am no longer FB-active, I decided to post these pictures here instead. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Taken yesterday at the Hospicio de San Jose. A few officemates and I decided to join the Bureau&amp;#8217;s Feeding Program. Surprisingly, a lot of people I didn&amp;#8217;t expect to see were there (which, I suppose, is an indicator of how judgmental I am, sorry).  The Commissioner was there. My boss was there as well. We only stayed for 2 hours, maybe less, but it was a great experience. I am no stranger to charity events like this, but something about seeing kids in this setting really makes you see the bigger picture. I wish I could help more. Maybe when I finally become the lawyer I&amp;#8217;ve always wanted to be? In any case, this certainly won&amp;#8217;t be the last time I&amp;#8217;ll visit this place. :)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8zropadc31qgusj3.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Wasn&amp;#8217;t able to take pictures of myself. Was in a bit of a rush. I had to return to the office to finish some stuff, then I had to go and do a lot of errands. On my way home, I realized I didn&amp;#8217;t have my Kindle in my bag so I panicked. Kept picturing different scenarios (including, writing an incident report so that the utility staff can search in the office to buying a new tablet- since the Toshiba one looks so amazing!) Apparently, I just left it a home. BIG sigh of relief. My whole life is in that tablet!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://fortuneandthebrave.tumblr.com/post/29747583042</link><guid>http://fortuneandthebrave.tumblr.com/post/29747583042</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Aug 2012 03:54:13 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7glpy2o151qjfe1zo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://fortuneandthebrave.tumblr.com/post/27748797367</link><guid>http://fortuneandthebrave.tumblr.com/post/27748797367</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jul 2012 02:12:37 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Is this seriously Chanel?</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7jo8wXWeT1qfpe5jo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is this seriously Chanel?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://fortuneandthebrave.tumblr.com/post/27748623629</link><guid>http://fortuneandthebrave.tumblr.com/post/27748623629</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jul 2012 02:09:03 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7gl6hyylF1qjfe1zo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://fortuneandthebrave.tumblr.com/post/27739460572</link><guid>http://fortuneandthebrave.tumblr.com/post/27739460572</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Jul 2012 23:34:05 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
