<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:43:41.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>twisting my stomach into knots.</title><subtitle type='html'>I wish I knew how it would feel to be free
I wish I could break all the chains holding me
I wish I could say all the things that I should say
Say 'em loud, say 'em clear
For the whole wide world to hear.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>138</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-45486002024257514</id><published>2009-02-04T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T17:57:01.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My guilty pleasures in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SZDeU0czUMI/AAAAAAAAAGs/r_UmwjOrhUA/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300981210673270978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SZDeU0czUMI/AAAAAAAAAGs/r_UmwjOrhUA/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I soo much love this chocolate! =) as in supaah! T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ka3nakhaye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SYme0woKCEIAAAP4Bz41"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;his is my top favorite. I can consume a box of it in one day! HAHA. I couldn't resist being a c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ka3nakhaye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SYme0woKCEIAAAP4Bz41"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hocoholic when you lay in my lap a bunch of ferrero. :)) This is loveee...la-la-la..My beau gave this to me.Even if I have to make pilit pa! HAHA. lol. Just kidding. :) *thanks bee for fulfilling my capritso" ..:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ka3nakhaye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SYme0woKCEIAAAP4Bz41"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ka3nakhaye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SYmfBwoKCEIAAAWLF8w1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Another guilty pleasure for me! My favorite brownies. I love sweets like this.Top 2 of my favorite guily pleasure when it comes to eating. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SZDePfTiwAI/AAAAAAAAAGk/qsmc0z_NJUI/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300981119097946114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SZDePfTiwAI/AAAAAAAAAGk/qsmc0z_NJUI/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And finally, my super love. :))&lt;/strong&gt; *blush* My super sweet and I can't get enough.My greatest guilty pleasure in life. HAHA. You'll be the grea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ka3nakhaye.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SYmfBwoKCEIAAAWLF8w1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;test sweet things that I wouldn't trade for a million ferrreros and yummiest brownies in the world. HAPPY BEEDAY TO US!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SZDeMHJS1hI/AAAAAAAAAGc/7syoAui3FmA/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300981061072901650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SZDeMHJS1hI/AAAAAAAAAGc/7syoAui3FmA/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheers to the road of 11th street!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-45486002024257514?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/45486002024257514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=45486002024257514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/45486002024257514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/45486002024257514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-guilty-pleasures-in-life.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SZDeU0czUMI/AAAAAAAAAGs/r_UmwjOrhUA/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-6340830486886931803</id><published>2009-01-22T03:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T04:01:34.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Making my Life more Meaningful..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s late and the year had already started but I make this&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; “habol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;”. I list down all my &lt;strong&gt;2009 TO DO’s&lt;/strong&gt; in my life. And I hope this would help me to make my life more meaningful and worthwhile for the year of the Ox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Read at least a book per month.&lt;br /&gt;2. Learn how to cook recipes! Practice more.&lt;br /&gt;3. Exercise! Even try once. Go for a jogging activity atleast an hour.&lt;br /&gt;4. Be more active in endurance activity.&lt;br /&gt;5. Try to do wall climbing and bunjee jumping! Haha (Am I serious?)&lt;br /&gt;6. Spend more time with my siblings and nephew.&lt;br /&gt;7. Listen more.&lt;br /&gt;8. Think more logically and analytically.&lt;br /&gt;9. Trust more, worry less.&lt;br /&gt;10. Pray more.&lt;br /&gt;11. Believe.&lt;br /&gt;12. Have strong faith.&lt;br /&gt;13. Shop less. Save more.&lt;br /&gt;14. Greet all my friends in their birthday.&lt;br /&gt;15. Give gifts to my siblings and folks from my own money.&lt;br /&gt;16. Visit Palawan, Bohol, Boracay.&lt;br /&gt;17. Be jolly and cheerful again.&lt;br /&gt;18. Less frowning.&lt;br /&gt;19. Clean the house more often.&lt;br /&gt;20. Buy a new fone. Sony Ericson! Wohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;21. Write more.&lt;br /&gt;22. Buy a new pair of sneakers and/or rubber shoes for running.&lt;br /&gt;23. Be more appreciative.&lt;br /&gt;24. More sweet talks and nothingness to boo.&lt;br /&gt;25. Choose my battle.&lt;br /&gt;26. Believe more to HIM&lt;br /&gt;27. Visit places I’ve never been too.&lt;br /&gt;28. Dream more. Make it come true.&lt;br /&gt;29. Do artsy fartsy again.&lt;br /&gt;30. Have a very mature talk with friends with mature perspective.&lt;br /&gt;31. Be less lazy.&lt;br /&gt;32. Be on time always.&lt;br /&gt;33. Clean up my files way back in highshool and college.&lt;br /&gt;34. Bring back my “old good me” again.&lt;br /&gt;35. Dive!&lt;br /&gt;36. Spend more time hanging out with friends.&lt;br /&gt;37. Conquer my fears – snake!&lt;br /&gt;38. Eat more fruits and vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;39. Drink more water and stop being maselan sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;40. Try sushi, maki or anything raw.&lt;br /&gt;41. treat my folks to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;42. Treat Papa out.&lt;br /&gt;43. Be kind and loving&lt;br /&gt;44. Be more thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;45. Complain less or stop complaining at all.&lt;br /&gt;46. Vote for the deserving.&lt;br /&gt;47. Be more persistent when needed.&lt;br /&gt;48. Less stupidity&lt;br /&gt;49. Really learn from mistakes and take it as a stepping stone.&lt;br /&gt;50. Make my first job worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;51. Read more about business news.&lt;br /&gt;52. Treat bee to a Buffet Dinner in a 5 star hotel J&lt;br /&gt;53. Love more!&lt;br /&gt;54. Sleep more atleast 10 hours.&lt;br /&gt;55. Say “thank you” often.&lt;br /&gt;56. Say “sorry” in an instant and mean it when I hurt someone.&lt;br /&gt;57. Take time to read personal email messages (or forwards!).&lt;br /&gt;58. Be diligent in replying to people who sent me text messages.&lt;br /&gt;59. Load my sim more often. (my globe number)&lt;br /&gt;60. Buy more 2piece swimsuits.&lt;br /&gt;61. Be at the beach more often.&lt;br /&gt;62. Watch the sunset with bee!&lt;br /&gt;63. Hug more.&lt;br /&gt;64. Give away old clothes and other stuff in my room that I don’t use anymore.&lt;br /&gt;65. Visit my old students in school in Highschool and elementary.&lt;br /&gt;66. Smile and laugh even more.&lt;br /&gt;67. Be more patient.&lt;br /&gt;68. Smile often.&lt;br /&gt;69. Love what I have right now and appreciate everything.&lt;br /&gt;70.Learn how to make others feel that they’re special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-6340830486886931803?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/6340830486886931803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=6340830486886931803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/6340830486886931803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/6340830486886931803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2009/01/making-my-life-more-meaningful.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-2731852844549881476</id><published>2009-01-22T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T03:25:41.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm yours...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you done done me and you bet I felt it&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted&lt;br /&gt;I fell right through the cracks, now I'm trying to get back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the cool done run out, I'll be giving it my bestest&lt;br /&gt;And nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention&lt;br /&gt;I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait, I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well open up your mind and see like me&lt;br /&gt;Open up your plans and damn you're free&lt;br /&gt;Look into your heart and you'll find love love love love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the music of the moment people, dance and sing&lt;br /&gt;We're just one big family&lt;br /&gt;And it's our God-forsaken right to be loved loved loved loved loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I won't hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait, I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to complicate, our time is shortT&lt;br /&gt;his is our fate, I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-d-do do you, but do you, d-d-do&lt;br /&gt;But do you want to come on&lt;br /&gt;Scooch on over closer dear&lt;br /&gt;And I will nibble your ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer&lt;br /&gt;But my breath fogged up the glass&lt;br /&gt;And so I drew a new face and I laughed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I be saying is there ain't no better reason&lt;br /&gt;To rid yourself of vanities and just go with the seasons&lt;br /&gt;It's what we aim to do, our name is our virtue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait, I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on and open up your mind and see like me&lt;br /&gt;(I won't hesitate)&lt;br /&gt;Open up your plans and damn you're free&lt;br /&gt;(No more, no more)&lt;br /&gt;Look into your heart and you'll find that the sky is yours&lt;br /&gt;(It cannot wait, I'm sure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please don't, there's no need&lt;br /&gt;(There's no need to complicate)&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to complicate&lt;br /&gt;(Our time is short)'&lt;br /&gt;Cause our time is short&lt;br /&gt;(This is our fate)&lt;br /&gt;This is, this is, this is our fate&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm yoursOh,&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;Oh, whoa, baby you believe I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;You best believe, best believe I'm yours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-2731852844549881476?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/2731852844549881476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=2731852844549881476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/2731852844549881476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/2731852844549881476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-yours.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-3282594506099781521</id><published>2009-01-21T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T17:07:10.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've done STUPID things yet I'm still HAPPY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Level 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;() smoked a cigarette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;() smoked a cigar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;() done weed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) drank alcohol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SO FAR: 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Level 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) been in love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;() been dumped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;() shoplifted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;() been fired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;() been in a fist fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SO FAR: 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Level 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) snuck out of the house&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;() had feelings for someone who didn't have them back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) been arrested&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) made out with a stranger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) gone out on a blind date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SO FAR: 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Level 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) had a crush on an older person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) skipped school&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;() slept (not sex) with a co-worker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;() seen someone/something die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SO FAR: 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Level 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;() had/have a crush or liked on one of your friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;() been to Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;() been to Spain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;() been on a plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;() thrown up from drinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SO FAR: 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Level 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) eaten Sushi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) been snowboarding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) met someone BECAUSE of myspace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) been mosh pitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SO FAR: 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Level 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) been in an abusive relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;() taken pain killers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;() love/loved someone who you can’t have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) made a snow angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SO FAR: 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Level 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) had a tea party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) flown a kite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) built a sand castle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;() gone puddle jumping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) played dress ups&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SO FAR: 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Level 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) jumped into a pile of leaves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;() gone sledging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) cheated while playing a game&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) been lonely&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) fallen asleep at work/school&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SO FAR: 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Level 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) used a fake/someone else's ID &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) watched the sun set&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) felt an earthquake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) killed a snake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SO FAR: 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Level 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) been tickled&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;() been robbed/vandalized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;() robbed someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) been misunderstood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) pet a deer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SO FAR: 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Level 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) won a contest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;() been suspended from school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;() had detention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;() been in a car/motorcycle/4-wheeler accident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SO FAR: 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Level 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) had/have braces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) eaten a whole tub of ice cream in one night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) had deja vu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) danced in the moonlight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SO FAR: 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Level 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) hated the way you look&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;() witnessed a crime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) pole danced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) questioned your heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) been obsessed with post-it notes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SO FAR: 25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Level 15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) squished barefoot through the mud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) been lost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) been to the opposite side of the world &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) swam in the ocean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) felt like you were dying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SO FAR: 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Level 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) cried yourself to sleep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) played cops and robbers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) recently colored w/crayons/colored pencils/markers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) sang karaoke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) paid for a meal with only coins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SO FAR: 35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Level 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) done something you told yourself you wouldn't&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;() made prank phone calls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) kissed in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SO FAR: 38&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Level 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) written a letter to Santa Claus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) been kissed under a mistletoe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) watched the sun set with someone you care/cared about&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) blown bubbles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;() made a bonfire on the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SO FAR: 41&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Level 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) crashed a party&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) have traveled more than 5 days with a car full of people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) gone rollerskating/blading&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) had a wish come true&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SO FAR: 44&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Level 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) worn pearls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) jumped off a bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;() screamed "you suck" in class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) swam with dolphins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SO FAR: 45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Level 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) got your tongue stuck to a freezer/ice cube&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) kissed a fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) worn the opposite sex’s clothes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) sat on a roof top&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SO FAR: 48&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Level 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) screamed at the top of your lungs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) done/attempted a one-handed cartwheel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) talked on the phone for more than 5 hours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) stayed up all night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SO FAR: 51&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Level 24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) picked and ate an apple right off the tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) climbed a tree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) had been in a tree house&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) are scared to watch scary movies alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SO FAR: 53&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Level 25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;() believe in ghosts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) have/had more than 30 pairs of shoes throughout your life&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) gone streaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) gone to jail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SO FAR: 54&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Level 26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) played chicken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) been told you're hot by a complete stranger &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) been easily amused&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SO FAR: 58&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Level 27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) caught a fish then ate it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) almost drowned in a pool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) caught a butterfly &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) laughed so hard you cried &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) cried so hard you laughed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SO FAR: 62&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Level 28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;() mooned/flashed someone  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) had someone moon/flash you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) cheated on a test &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) forgotten someone's name&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;() slept naked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) French braided someone’s hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) gone skinny dipping in a pool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;() been kicked out of your house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SO FAR: 66&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Level 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) rode on a roller coaster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) went scuba-diving/snorkeling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) had a cavity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) Black-mailed someone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) been black mailed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SO FAR: 71&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Level 31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) been used&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) fell going up the stairs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) licked a cat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) bitten someone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x) licked someone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;TOTAL: 75&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Repost this with:&lt;br /&gt;''I've done &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 75&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;   out of 144 stupid things"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t’ smoke ever! Even tried weed is a no no! healthy living. Haha  Just alcohol in parties and with friends.  You such a boo! If you don’t even try how to drink or have no idea of the taste of it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesss! Been inlove  Twice. The first? Seriously. What a  great love. The second one? Still inlove and continues being inlove truly. :) I had never been dumped! I don’t go for a guy who doesn’t even like me. Never been fired cos I am currently employed in my first job and I think there’s no reason to fire me! Hahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never experienced being hooked in a blind date.  Dangerous I think plus it won’t last anyway. I had snicked  out in the house when Papa doesn’t want me to go out in  a birthday during highschool days. Hahaha! Pasaway na bata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had a crushed to an older guy when I was in 16th year on earth. Just a puppy love. I outgrown it over the years! Skipping class is normal! Just don’t abuse it.&lt;br /&gt;I ate sushi during mg first year in College. The barkada had lunch in Tokyo Tokyo in SM megamall and that’s the time when I first had a taste of it. Then…. I DON’T LOVVE IT!!! PERIOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I flown a kite, built sand castle in the beach and played dress up with my paper dolls. I watched sunset and ILOVEEIT! I always want to see the sun goes down. Very romantic.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, there are lot of stupid things that I did in my life. The list is not enough. But I’m happy cos I had the chance to try how to do stupid things and how it feels being a stupid person just once in your life. Ayt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i grabbed this survey from Jaycee* thanks man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-3282594506099781521?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/3282594506099781521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=3282594506099781521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/3282594506099781521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/3282594506099781521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-done-stupid-things-yet-im-still.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-5942220963999964480</id><published>2009-01-15T16:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T16:54:20.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beautiful in my eyes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love these lights! I can't stop staring at it during our dinner in Burgoo. It makes my soul relax and… it's different! The different colors and its shapes makes it more beautiful in the eyes.Whoever design this, I praised you! The designer of the resto was good. I took a picture of these pretty lights while waiting for our orders. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SW_ae1hZ8xI/AAAAAAAAAFs/KnA2wQrk0Y0/s1600-h/FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291688310481744658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SW_ae1hZ8xI/AAAAAAAAAFs/KnA2wQrk0Y0/s400/FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know if the other branches of Burgoo has the same design or just in Promenade. But one thing for sure, I surely love to dine here. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-5942220963999964480?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/5942220963999964480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=5942220963999964480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/5942220963999964480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/5942220963999964480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2009/01/beautiful-in-my-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SW_ae1hZ8xI/AAAAAAAAAFs/KnA2wQrk0Y0/s72-c/FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-1342898942787488519</id><published>2009-01-14T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:02:55.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Shooping plan turns out to be a-full-stomach-day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01.03.09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a date with Cy. It's our usual Saturday wherein we met and spend the day together. We dropped in Hobbies (Macapagal) cos he bought some stuff for his "sexy purpose" lol . He started his diet lately. Christmas and New Year is over so no more foods that can gain much wieght. :D Then we headed to Greenhills. Scoring a parking space was not that easy since there are lots of shoppy- goers too. I wanna buy some clothes since my wardrobe is deteriorating! :)) I don't have enough clothes that I can use as office attire. Even the casual wear were less. Blame it to my size. I think I gained weight for the past year. I have lots of clothes even the pants that I can't even wear anymore! it doesn't fit me at all. One day I'll be putting away my small clothes from the  cabinet to have more space for new ones. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the shopping day that I planned turns out to be not as good. I didn't have any shopping bags at the end of the day except for a full stomach. Wjhy? Cos i wasn't able to buy anything from the tiangge! Boo!! Cy walked too fast that I can't even look for some stuffs that I liked! We just walked around until our legs ached and get hungry. We dine in Burgoo, Promenade. Ordered Combo Fijutas, Jambalaya and Chicken Strips. Plus Milk chocolate shake for me! Hooray! :) Atleast the foods were satifying enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291395714247312242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SW7QXfm8Q3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/61POWuiyV1A/s400/fujitas+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SW7QQ418wJI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KuBw_jIRKDE/s1600-h/combo+fujitas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291395600762060946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SW7QQ418wJI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KuBw_jIRKDE/s400/combo+fujitas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SW7QL4-2zoI/AAAAAAAAAFE/R6tw9ubQ5aQ/s1600-h/combo+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291395514900074114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SW7QL4-2zoI/AAAAAAAAAFE/R6tw9ubQ5aQ/s400/combo+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291395771584914402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SW7Qa1NSo-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/uSr5ngLyqBs/s400/Ice+cream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291395076782040770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SW7PyY3YJsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/YcHLFMgTE08/s400/burgoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291395327408990370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SW7QA-hf6KI/AAAAAAAAAE8/cU97lPUgJ5s/s400/chicken+strips.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-1342898942787488519?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/1342898942787488519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=1342898942787488519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/1342898942787488519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/1342898942787488519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2009/01/shooping-plan-turns-out-to-be-full.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SW7QXfm8Q3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/61POWuiyV1A/s72-c/fujitas+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-2959877874856818683</id><published>2009-01-08T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T19:12:30.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Friendster Cleaned up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am usually online since we have a internet access in the office. I can snitch one in a while to browse the net (we can't make the internet window wide open for the boss might see it) hehe. It's just a discreet browsing. And I realized  being online the whole day is boring!! Urgh! Friendster, Multiply, Facebook, yahoomail, flickr and more, I can't find the excitement anymore when I visit my accounts. haha! Watever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nothing more to do and boredom striked me, I cleaned up friends in Friendster. Meaning, I deleted those that are not familiar or not personally connected with me. And oh men! there are lot of people in my friends list that I don't even know. Or some was totally non-existed in my life anymore! haha. I deleted a more than hundred people in my Friendster's list. That makes my friends less but it's ok. I have a high value with regards to my privacy and as much as possible I want only those I really know. (i am really that snob?!) :) I know friendster is acquiring new friends, and the more friends you have, it shows that you are a very friendly person. A Ms.Congenialty. But hey! I have a different outlook in life and i believed there are also some people out there who shares the same outlook as mine. :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-2959877874856818683?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/2959877874856818683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=2959877874856818683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/2959877874856818683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/2959877874856818683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2009/01/friendster-cleaned-up.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-100110450037076827</id><published>2008-11-19T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:46:02.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have my badge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Multiply and Facebook badge! Hooray! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SST5D5g1zRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/flSyASA6EDI/s1600-h/k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270611309303811346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SST5D5g1zRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/flSyASA6EDI/s400/k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-100110450037076827?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/100110450037076827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=100110450037076827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/100110450037076827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/100110450037076827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-my-badge-multiply-and-facebook.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SST5D5g1zRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/flSyASA6EDI/s72-c/k.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-5709927910553266741</id><published>2008-11-19T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:40:46.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;despedida kind of thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to be karren's despedida before leaving for singapore. Late post. Just grabbed from her multiply. Super tagal na to. haha! Pero ang lahat pala ay isang palabas! haha! joke. :)) Laht kme nag ilusyon. hahah! Anyway, msaya nmn that night though I didn't stayed up too long. Photos with friends sa mags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SST4BPXKynI/AAAAAAAAAEc/f-lB7if8Kks/s1600-h/P7230047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270610164117588594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SST4BPXKynI/AAAAAAAAAEc/f-lB7if8Kks/s400/P7230047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SST4BEYnH1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/WQ5VhM5vMOI/s1600-h/P7230043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270610161170849618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SST4BEYnH1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/WQ5VhM5vMOI/s400/P7230043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SST4BFnv66I/AAAAAAAAAEM/ge3YzRPBG1w/s1600-h/P7230042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270610161502776226" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SST3EHQkHTI/AAAAAAAAAD0/w77D1hyJE3I/s400/P7230038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SST3EO0zH8I/AAAAAAAAADs/0AGadmphFSc/s1600-h/P7230034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270609116001411010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SST3EO0zH8I/AAAAAAAAADs/0AGadmphFSc/s400/P7230034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SST3D7-4XlI/AAAAAAAAADk/FfHorRZOAAo/s1600-h/P7230033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270609110943424082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SST3D7-4XlI/AAAAAAAAADk/FfHorRZOAAo/s400/P7230033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-5709927910553266741?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/5709927910553266741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=5709927910553266741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/5709927910553266741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/5709927910553266741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2008/11/despedida-kind-of-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SST4BPXKynI/AAAAAAAAAEc/f-lB7if8Kks/s72-c/P7230047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-4353874579774954123</id><published>2008-11-17T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:53:53.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;did it moved you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ever since it was diagnosed that I am having a possible heart enlargement in the last APE, I have exerted more effort to do physical exercises. I do jogging during week days and do long - ride mountain biking every Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this Sunday is a special Sunday to me. While I was on my way to the mountains of Busay (cebu)hoping to strengtened my heart by this exercise, instead, I personally encountered a heart-breaking scene that changed me. I already passed the Marco Polo Plaza ( formerly Cebu Plaza Hotel ) when I decided to stop to buy bananas at a small carenderia located along the road. I haven't taken any solid food that morning so I need fruits to have the needed energy to get to my destination - the mountain top. I am almost done eating with the second banana when I noticed two children across the street busily searching the garbage area. "Basureros" I said to myself and quickly turn my attention away from them to sip a small amount of water. I cared less for these kind of children actually; to make it straight, I do not like them, and I do not trust them evenmore. You see, several times I have been a victim to these kind of children who are pretending to be basureros looking for empty bottles and cans when in fact the 'plangganas', 'kalderos', and 'hinayhays' are their favorites. I remember one afternoon while I was watching a Mike Tyson fight when I noticed that the TV screen suddenly became blurred. I checked outside and saw two young basureros running away with my newly installed antenna. Hatred may be a little bit stronger word to describe my feeling towards these basureros, but I do not like them honestly not till I met these three children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to embark on my bike again when I heard one of the two children, a girl of about 7 or 8 of age saying aloud to the other , a 12-yr old boy , " kuya si dodong kuha-a kay nag-sige'g tan-aw sa mga nagkaon, mauwaw ta" (kuya si dodong kunin mo kasi tumitingin sa mga kumain, nakakahiya), only then that I noticed a small boy standing near to me biting slightly his finger. He's a few inches shorter if compared to my 5 years old son ( but I knew later that he's also 5 yrs. Old). Though he did not asked for food to anyone in the carenderia, the way he looked at the customers who were eating , enough to convinced me that he intensely craving for it. The older boy then quickly crossed the street and gently pulled out the little one who politely obeyed. As I watched the two crossing back the street to the garbage area, I heard the tindera saying " Lo-oy kaayo nang mga bataa uy, mga buotan ra ba na" (kawawa naman yung mga batang yun mababait pa naman). I learned further from the carenderia owner that the children are from a good family , both parents were working before , and that their father got a stroke 3 years ago and became partially paralized and their mother died of heart attack while their father was still confined at the hospital. The parents were still in their early forties when the catastrophe happened , and the children became basureros since then to meet their daily needs and for their father's medication.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deeply moved by what I heard, I went to a nearby bakery and bought 20 pesos worth of bread and gave it to the children who initially refused including the little boy. " Sige lang noy, salamat na lang, magpalit ilang nya mi kung mahalinan na mi" (sige lang po, salamat na lang, bibili na lang po kami mamaya kung makabenta na kami) the young girl said to me.I explained that they need to go home because it started to rain . "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naanad na man mi ani " (nasanay na po kami)the girl answered again. Again, I explained that the rain can make them sick and if they'll become sick there's no one to take care of their father. Upon mentioning their father, they nodded and acccept the bread but I noticed that the older boy did not eat. When I asked him if he does not like the kind of bread I bought for them he smiled but as he's about to explain, the little girl, who is the more talker of them interrupted, "Domingo man gud ron ,noy, basta Sabado ug Domingo hapon ra siya mokaon kami ra ang mokaon ug pamahaw pero dili na pod mi mokaon inig hapon, si kuya ra. Pero basta Lunes ngadto sa Biyernes, kay klase man , si kuya ra sad ang seguro-on ug papamahaw, kami hapon na sad mi moka-on Pero kung daghan mi ug halin mokaon mi tanan." (Linggo po kasi ngayon, pag sabado at lingo hapon lang po sya kumakain, kami lang po ang kumakain ng agahan pero di na po kami kakain pagdating ng hapon si kuya lang po. Pero pag lunes hanggang biyernes, kasi may pasok, si kuya lang po nag-aagahan, kami hapunan lang pero kung marami kaming benta kami pong lahat kumakain) she continued. "Ngano man diay ug mokaon mong tanan, bahinon ninyo bisan ug unsa ka gamay?" (bakit kung kumain kayong lahat, hati-hatiin nyo na lang kahit kunti lang ang pagkain?) I countered. The young girl reasoned out that their father wanted that her older brother to come to school with full stomachs so he can easily catch up the teacher's lessons. "Inig ka trabaho ni kuya mo undang na man mi ug pamasura, first honor baya na siya " (pag nagkatrabaho si kuya, hihinto kami sa pamamasura, first honor kasi sya) the little boy added proudly. Maybe I was caught by surprise or I am just overly emotional that my tears started to fall. I then quickly turned my back from them to hide my tears and pretended to pick up my bike from the carenderia where I left it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how many seconds or minutes I spent just to compose myself; pretending again this time that I was mending by bike. Finally I get on to my bike and approached the three children to bid goobye to them who in turn cast their grateful smiles at me. I then took a good look at all of them specially to the small boy and pat his head with a pinch in my heart. Though I believe that their positive look at life can easily change their present situation, there is one thing that they can never change; that is , their being motherless. That little boy can no longer taste the sweet embrace, care, and most of all , the love of  his mother forever. Nobody can refill the empty gap created by that sudden and untimely death of their mother. Every big events that will happen to their lives will only remind them and make them wish of their mother's presence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached to my pocket and handed to them my last 100 peso bill which I reserved for our department's bowling tournament. This time they refused strongly but I jokingly said to the girl " sumbagon teka ron kung di nimo dawaton" (suntukin kita dyan pag hindi mo tinanggap yan). She smiled as she extended her hand to take the money. " Salamat noy makapalit gyud me ron ug tambal ni papa " (salamat po, makakabili kami nito ng gamot ni papa) she uttered. I then turned to the small boy and though he's a few feet away from me, I still noticed that while his right hand was holding the half - filled sack , his left hand was holding a toy ? a worn out toy car. I waved my hands and said bye bye to him as I drove towards the mountains again. Did he just found the toy in the garbage area or the toy was originally his - when the misfortune did not took place yet? - I did not bother to ask. But one thing is crystal clear to me, that inspite of the boy's abnormal life, he did not given up his childhood completely. I can sense it that way he hold and stare at his toy. My meeting with that young basureros made me poorer by 100 pesos. But they changed me and made me more richer as to lessons of life are concerned. In them, I learned that life can changed suddenly and may caught me flat footed. In them, I've learned that even the darkest side of life, cannot change the beauty of one's heart. Those three children, who sometimes cannot eat three times a day, still able to hold on to what they believe was right. And what a contrast to most of us who are quick to point out to our misfortunes when caught with our mistakes. In them, I've learned to hope for things when things seem to go the other way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I know that God cares for them far more than I do. Thatthough He allowed them to experience such a terrible life which our finite minds cannot comprehend, His unquestionable love will surely follow them through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in God's own time they will win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-4353874579774954123?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/4353874579774954123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=4353874579774954123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/4353874579774954123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/4353874579774954123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2008/11/did-it-moved-you-ever-since-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-3029084746589039668</id><published>2008-11-11T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:56:42.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the best of BOB ONG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PAG-IBIG&lt;br /&gt;"Kung hindi mo mahal and isang tao, wag ka nang magpakita ng motibo para mahalin ka nya.."&lt;br /&gt;"Lahat naman ng tao sumeseryoso pag tinamaan ng pagmamahal. Yun nga&lt;br /&gt;lang, hindi lahat matibay para sa temptasyon."&lt;br /&gt;"Gamitin ang puso para alagaan ang taong malapit sayo. Gamitin ang utak&lt;br /&gt;para alagaan ang sarili mo."&lt;br /&gt;"Huwag mong bitawan ang bagay na hindi mo kayang makitang hawak ng iba."&lt;br /&gt;"Huwag mong hawakan kung alam mong bibitawan mo lang."&lt;br /&gt;"Huwag na huwag ka hahawak kapag alam mong may hawak ka na."&lt;br /&gt;"Parang elevator lang yan eh, bakit mo pagsisiksikan ung sarili mo kung walang pwesto para sayo. Eh meron naman hagdan, ayaw mo lang pansinin."&lt;br /&gt;"Kung maghihintay ka nang lalandi sayo, walang mangyayari sa buhay mo.. Dapat lumandi ka din."&lt;br /&gt;"Pag may mahal ka at ayaw sayo, hayaan mo. Malay mo sa mga susunod na araw ayaw mo na din sa kanya, naunahan ka lang."&lt;br /&gt;"Hiwalayan na kung di ka na masaya. Walang gamot sa tanga kundi pagkukusa."&lt;br /&gt;"Pag hindi ka mahal ng mahal mo wag ka magreklamo. Kasi may mga tao rin na di mo mahal pero mahal ka.. Kaya quits lang."&lt;br /&gt;"Bakit ba ayaw matulog ng mga bata sa tanghali? alam ba nilang pag natuto silang umibig e hindi na sila makakatulog kahit gusto nila?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hindi lungkot o takot ang mahirap sa pag-iisa kundi ang pagtanggap na sa bilyon-bilyong tao sa mundo, wala man lang nakipaglaban upang makasama ka."&lt;br /&gt;"Kung nagmahal ka ng taong di dapat at nasaktan ka, wag mong sisihin ang puso&lt;br /&gt;mo. Tumitibok lang yan para mag-supply ng dugo sa katawan mo. Ngayon, kung magaling ka sa anatomy at ang sisisihin mo naman ay ang hypothalamus mo na kumokontrol ng emotions mo, mali ka pa rin! Bakit? Utang na loob! Wag mong isisi sa body organs mo ang mga sama ng loob mo sa buhay! Tandaan mo magiging masaya ka lang kung matututo kang tanggapin na hindi ang puso, utak, atay o bituka mo ang may kasalanan sa lahat ng nangyari sayo, kundi IKAW mismo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAG-AARAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mag-aral maigi. Kung titigil ka sa pag-aaral, manghihinayang ka pagtanda mo dahil hindi mo naranasan ang kakaibang ligayang dulot ng mga araw na walang pasok o suspendido ang klase o absent ang teacher. (Haaay, sarap!)."&lt;br /&gt;"Nalaman kong marami palang libreng lecture sa mundo, ikaw ang gagawa ng syllabus. Maraming teacher sa labas ng eskuwelahan, desisyon mo kung kanino ka magpapaturo. Lahat tayo enrolled ngayon sa isang university, maraming subject na mahirap, pero dahil libre, ikaw ang talo kung nag-drop ka. Isa-isa tayong ga-graduate, iba't-ibang paraan. tanging diploma ay ang mga alaala ng kung ano mang tulong o pagmamahal ang iniwan natin sa mundong pinangarap nating baguhin minsan..."&lt;br /&gt;"Hikayatin mo lahat ng kakilala mo na magkaroon ng kahit isa man lang paboritong libro sa buhay nila. Dahil wala nang mas kawawa pa sa mga taong literado pero hindi nagbabasa."&lt;br /&gt;"Dalawang dekada ka lang mag-aaral. kung 'di mo pagtityagaan, limang dekada ng kahirapan ang kapalit. sobrang lugi. kung alam lang 'yan ng mga kabataan, sa pananaw ko ehh walang gugustuhing umiwas sa eskwela."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUHAY (IN GENERAL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"nalaman kong hindi final exam ang passing rate ng buhay. hindi ito multiple choice, identification, true or false, enumeration or fill-in-the- blanks na sinasagutan kundi essay na isinusulat araw-araw. Huhusgahan ito hindi base sa kung tama o mali ang sagot, kundi base sa kung may kabuluhan ang mga isinulat o wala. Allowed ang erasures."&lt;br /&gt;"Kumain ka na ng siopao na may palamang pusa o maglakad sa bubog nang nakayapak, pero wag na wag kang susubok mag-drugs. Kung hindi mo kayang umiwas, humingi ka ng tulong sa mga magulang mo dahil alam nila kung saan ang mga murang supplier at hindi ka nila iisahan."&lt;br /&gt;"Mangarap ka at abutin mo. Wag mong sisihin ang sira mong pamilya, palpak mong syota, pilay mong tuta, o mga lumilipad na ipis. Kung may pagkukulang sa'yo mga magulang mo, pwde kang manisi at maging rebelde. Tumigil ka sa pag-aaral, mag-asawa ka, mag-drugs ka, magpakulay ka ng buhok sa kili-kili. Sa banding huli, ikaw din ang biktima. Rebeldeng walang napatunayan at bait sa sarili."&lt;br /&gt;"Tuparin ang mga pangarap. Obligasyon mo yan sa sarili mo. Kung gusto mo mang kumain ng balde-baldeng lupa para malagay ka sa Guinness Book of World Records at maipagmalaki ng bansa natin, sige lang. Nosi balasi. wag mong pansinin ang sasabihin ng mga taong susubok humarang sa'yo. Kung hindi nagsumikap ang mga scientist noon, hindi pa rin tayo dapat nakatira sa jupiter ngayon. Pero hindi pa rin naman talaga tayo nakatira sa jupiter&lt;br /&gt;dahil nga hindi nagsumikap ang mga scientist noon. Kita mo yung moral lesson?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nalaman kong habang lumalaki ka, maraming beses kang madadapa. Bumangon ka man ulit o hindi, magpapatuloy ang buhay, iikot ang mundo, at mauubos ang oras."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALO-HALO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wag magmadali sa pag-aasawa. Tatlo, lima , sampung taon sa hinaharap, mag-iiba pa ang pamantayan mo at maiisip mong di pala tamang pumili ng kapareha dahil lang sa kaboses niya si Debbie Gibson o magaling mag-breakdance. Totoong mas importante ang kalooban ng tao higit anuman. Sa paglipas ng panahon, maging ang mga crush ng bayan sa eskwelahan e nagmumukha ring pandesal. Maniwala ka."&lt;br /&gt;"ayokong nasasanay sa mga bagay na pwede namang wala sa buhay ko."&lt;br /&gt;"hinahanap mo nga ba ako o ang kawalan ko?"&lt;br /&gt;"hindi dahil sa hindi mo naiintindihan ang isang bagay ay kasinungalingan na ito. at hindi lahat ng kaya mong intindihin ay katotohanan. "&lt;br /&gt;"Sabi nila, sa kahit ano raw problema, isang tao lang ang makakatulong sa'yo - ang sarili mo. Tama sila. Isinuplong ako ng sarili ko. Kaya siguro namigay ng konsyensya ang Diyos, alam niyang hindi sa lahat ng oras e gumagana ang utak ng tao."&lt;br /&gt;"Obligasyon kong maglayag, karapatan kong pumunta sa kung saan ko gusto, responsibilidad ko ang buhay ko."&lt;br /&gt;"Masama akong tao, tulad mo, sa parehong paraan na mabuti kang tao, tulad ko."&lt;br /&gt;"Mas mabuting mabigo sa paggawa ng isang bagay kesa magtagumpay sa paggawa ng wala."&lt;br /&gt;"iba ang walang ginagawa sa gumagawa ng wala."&lt;br /&gt;"iba ang informal gramar sa mali!!!"&lt;br /&gt;" Para san ba ang cellphone na may camera? Kung kailangan sa buhay un, dapat matagal na kong patay."&lt;br /&gt;"Pare, isa kang totoong tao at walang halong kasinungalingan. In English, FACT you, pare. Totoo ka. In English, FACT you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-3029084746589039668?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/3029084746589039668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=3029084746589039668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/3029084746589039668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/3029084746589039668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2008/11/best-of-bob-ong-pag-ibig-kung-hindi-mo.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-436582937802466855</id><published>2008-10-20T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T01:16:34.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIENDSHIP ENDORSERS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SPw-GY427ZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Anri6nBaBhU/s1600-h/PhotoFunia-ebce6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259146744342965650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SPw-GY427ZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Anri6nBaBhU/s400/PhotoFunia-ebce6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SPw-DMPY6BI/AAAAAAAAACs/GmKp_noFUGk/s1600-h/PhotoFunia-85894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259146689408198674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SPw-DMPY6BI/AAAAAAAAACs/GmKp_noFUGk/s400/PhotoFunia-85894.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SPw-AnA6nPI/AAAAAAAAACk/6dp4GgUvUAs/s1600-h/PhotoFunia-c688c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259146645055642866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SPw-AnA6nPI/AAAAAAAAACk/6dp4GgUvUAs/s400/PhotoFunia-c688c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SPw98gzoMpI/AAAAAAAAACc/fEpkWf2nxgI/s1600-h/PhotoFunia-85980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259146574669820562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SPw98gzoMpI/AAAAAAAAACc/fEpkWf2nxgI/s400/PhotoFunia-85980.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SPw9tzShnfI/AAAAAAAAACU/2YG6XGmX3A8/s1600-h/PhotoFunia-ebfd1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259146321933213170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SPw9tzShnfI/AAAAAAAAACU/2YG6XGmX3A8/s400/PhotoFunia-ebfd1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was just having fun turning our photos liked this. haha! =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OFFICIAL CAST: MAE, JOC, KARREN and KHAYE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-436582937802466855?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/436582937802466855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=436582937802466855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/436582937802466855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/436582937802466855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2008/10/friendship-endorsers.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SPw-GY427ZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Anri6nBaBhU/s72-c/PhotoFunia-ebce6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-6568286199956106432</id><published>2008-10-19T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T01:21:48.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The world is different, only you can define it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got these pictures from an email. I got inspired with the messages. I post these to make others reflect on what LIFE is all about. I want to share it to you guys! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SPw_QtXkuvI/AAAAAAAAADM/psCaq-eZqL4/s1600-h/f1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259148021150825202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SPw_QtXkuvI/AAAAAAAAADM/psCaq-eZqL4/s400/f1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SPw_NfPz_oI/AAAAAAAAADE/2FDURvkAz9k/s1600-h/f2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259147965820567170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SPw_NfPz_oI/AAAAAAAAADE/2FDURvkAz9k/s400/f2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SPw_KEDSGGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gxuwdtATMU4/s1600-h/f3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259147906980649058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SPw_KEDSGGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gxuwdtATMU4/s400/f3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-6568286199956106432?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/6568286199956106432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=6568286199956106432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/6568286199956106432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/6568286199956106432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2008/10/world-is-different-only-you-can-define.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SPw_QtXkuvI/AAAAAAAAADM/psCaq-eZqL4/s72-c/f1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-204542239431257395</id><published>2008-09-26T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T01:31:04.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BILLBOARD HIGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SPxBfZ5TODI/AAAAAAAAADc/zu9UaGrOkxw/s1600-h/PhotoFunia_3d14b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259150472644868146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SPxBfZ5TODI/AAAAAAAAADc/zu9UaGrOkxw/s400/PhotoFunia_3d14b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SPxBcDEYFnI/AAAAAAAAADU/sS_IjsykHxU/s1600-h/PhotoFunia_3d2d2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259150414977701490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SPxBcDEYFnI/AAAAAAAAADU/sS_IjsykHxU/s400/PhotoFunia_3d2d2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Coz girls just wanna have fun! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-204542239431257395?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/204542239431257395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=204542239431257395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/204542239431257395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/204542239431257395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2008/09/billboard-high-coz-girls-just-wanna.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SPxBfZ5TODI/AAAAAAAAADc/zu9UaGrOkxw/s72-c/PhotoFunia_3d14b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-8527546792525151458</id><published>2008-05-21T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T05:38:13.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When an Old man meets the young man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SHIN4LvFzVI/AAAAAAAAABk/HYnRIGfTLGk/s1600-h/me"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220250176949964114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SHIN4LvFzVI/AAAAAAAAABk/HYnRIGfTLGk/s400/me" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A shake hands means a lot of things to the young man or should I say the baby? It  won't probably be remembered by him as he grows but one thing fOr sure, he met an old man whom people used to call and believed that he is SANTA CLAUS..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...post-christmas photo. ;pi'm still awake, the sun's gonna rise  in less than an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-8527546792525151458?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/8527546792525151458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=8527546792525151458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/8527546792525151458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/8527546792525151458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-old-man-meets-young-man.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SHIN4LvFzVI/AAAAAAAAABk/HYnRIGfTLGk/s72-c/me' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-7141633132739065833</id><published>2008-05-12T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T05:34:37.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ONE happy day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SHIMtBqiwSI/AAAAAAAAABU/Pv1iLi-cVu0/s1600-h/ako+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220248885756346658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SHIMtBqiwSI/AAAAAAAAABU/Pv1iLi-cVu0/s400/ako+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SHIMuSdXDYI/AAAAAAAAABc/9oie8jNHxHA/s1600-h/ako.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220248907444325762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SHIMuSdXDYI/AAAAAAAAABc/9oie8jNHxHA/s400/ako.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had a great day with the gurls. It's been ages since we hang out. At last, everything had been put in reality after millions of planning. Too bad, some can't make it. But I hope the next time we hang out, we can be complete cos being with is one hell of a laugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We're in MOA while waiting for the 2nd day of Word Pyro Olympics. The view from the parking is just ok considering it's a rainy day last saturday. It's Canada and France who performed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-7141633132739065833?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/7141633132739065833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=7141633132739065833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/7141633132739065833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/7141633132739065833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-happy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SHIMtBqiwSI/AAAAAAAAABU/Pv1iLi-cVu0/s72-c/ako+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-3977675731707572356</id><published>2008-04-07T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T05:50:35.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starting all over again. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SHIQs37u6ZI/AAAAAAAAABs/_OsjkA2ezHg/s1600-h/me2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220253281190603154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SHIQs37u6ZI/AAAAAAAAABs/_OsjkA2ezHg/s400/me2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SHIQs3dur7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/whNnvrHBSi4/s1600-h/me3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220253281064759218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SHIQs3dur7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/whNnvrHBSi4/s400/me3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-3977675731707572356?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/3977675731707572356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=3977675731707572356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/3977675731707572356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/3977675731707572356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2008/04/starting-all-over-again.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/SHIQs37u6ZI/AAAAAAAAABs/_OsjkA2ezHg/s72-c/me2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-3857348758592782587</id><published>2008-01-11T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T22:48:27.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thinking out loud!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;y'knOw, when the wOrld stops you doesn't have to stop with it. and when the world starts to shine again.. yOu just have to go on with it. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-3857348758592782587?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/3857348758592782587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=3857348758592782587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/3857348758592782587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/3857348758592782587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-thought-about-it.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-2253301625760712165</id><published>2008-01-10T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T22:43:31.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for the moment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mentally exhausted.physically active.emotiOnally weak.spiritually lOst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-2253301625760712165?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/2253301625760712165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=2253301625760712165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/2253301625760712165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/2253301625760712165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2008/01/for-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-6010022535593818210</id><published>2007-12-30T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T04:21:31.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's talk about material things.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's still not late to say my WISH LIST for christmas or if not for the coming year eh? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;make-ups (&lt;em&gt;I loove it!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indian bracelets (&lt;em&gt;i've seen the store @ rob's place, ermita&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a pair of scented flip flops (&lt;em&gt;i've also seen this interesting slippers during the bazarre at World Trade&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sneakers!! is still cool for me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hot wedge and comfortable flat sandals&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clothes! clothes! clothes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ackesoryz is LOOVEE!! *wink*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bags are adorable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STILL perfume by j.Lo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A laptop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New phone!&lt;em&gt; (yeah)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Digital Camera &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or if not... digSLR! haha &lt;em&gt;(i've been dreaming a lot)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;books! books! and lots of books!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gift certificate of beauty products &lt;em&gt;(im vain)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;more dvds!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Victoria's Secrets collection of lotion and perfume&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and finally, i've been wanting to have:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;the green NIKE Jacket! (it's just soo cool!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*sighed&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;though i know i can't have everyrthing on my list, it's still not bad to give your christmas or new years wish lists. Who knows, Santa might read this and make my wishes come truee!! waaahh.. hehe! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;happy holidays guys! :) *hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-6010022535593818210?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/6010022535593818210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=6010022535593818210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/6010022535593818210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/6010022535593818210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/12/lets-talk-about-material-things.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-2183807603785950143</id><published>2007-12-29T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T04:44:03.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My things-to-do-list.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;for the coming year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A day at Manila's Best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Photo trip at historic Intramuros, Fort Santiago, the japanese and chinese garden at Rizal Park and more!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;walk-a-trip at UP diliman (ayt dhey? :p ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;moore bargain hunting!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;food trip a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tagaytay Getaway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Summer fun with high school buddies (imissdemalot!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pampanga's Best (zubic, dhey's place,beach)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SALE! SALE! SALE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PyroLympics (i'm keeping my fingers cross that they gonna perform here again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SUMMER loove!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bumming some more? hahaha lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Global Fun carnival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the world light expo 2008 (if they gonna have it again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;dvd marathon with the favorite series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just find happiness in doings things that i love (who doesn't right?) Even if I fail so many times, i mean there are some things that cannot be fulfilled or maybe it is not yet bound to be, I never stop dreaming. maybe i'm stubborn that way or you may asks if ever i became tired in doing this. maybe yes. maybe not. Deep inside my thoughts, all the things that i wanna do will gonna happen. Maybe not this year or next year.. I will still wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dreams might come true y'know. Maybe it's what I call a miracle if it ever gonna happen to my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-2183807603785950143?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/2183807603785950143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=2183807603785950143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/2183807603785950143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/2183807603785950143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-things-to-do-list.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-3293724645868996420</id><published>2007-12-17T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T05:05:13.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how dos it feel..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yahoooo!! I passed SPM, and infosys too! I made it. And I'm happy. Period. I dont like to rant about it. A happy sighed is enough. Not having a failing grade for this term makes my christmas merry, though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tenchu sir! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-3293724645868996420?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/3293724645868996420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=3293724645868996420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/3293724645868996420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/3293724645868996420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-dos-it-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-5795546804800779879</id><published>2007-12-17T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T05:15:15.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY to....SHEWIE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146784983853381170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R20NrInlNjI/AAAAAAAAABA/FsYDPXHPx0c/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yes, you're special mention in my blog! kamon! hahah. happy happy 23rd birthday to you man! I wonder what gift tita and tito gave to you this time...hmmm, another gadget? iphone? haha! yeah, i keep on guessing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wishing you happy and peaceful birthday. (&lt;em&gt;though i know you wouldn't even drop in my blog) &lt;/em&gt;Pathetic! hmp! hahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just give my regards to tita dear ayt! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-5795546804800779879?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/5795546804800779879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=5795546804800779879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/5795546804800779879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/5795546804800779879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-birthday-to.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R20NrInlNjI/AAAAAAAAABA/FsYDPXHPx0c/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-8873061234968574695</id><published>2007-11-29T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T21:24:19.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When it clashed in your face!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I HATE THE WORLD TODAY!!&lt;/span&gt; and i hated it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;just for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;simple but complicated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*It's good that the rain hasn't stop. It's good walking under it, with only your jacket on, so that people would not take noticed on how tears falls from the eyes of its beholder. :'( *sobbed* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-8873061234968574695?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/8873061234968574695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=8873061234968574695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/8873061234968574695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/8873061234968574695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-world-clashed-in-your-face-i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-8666364615400545408</id><published>2007-11-28T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T21:07:46.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Racing for the two!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;variance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Statistically speaking, these are the things that you have to know early in the morning to know if your company is in good shape or not. Then, if the results yield a good one, you can now enjoy your cup of coffee and start to read what the newspaper says about the world. ayt?Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-8666364615400545408?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/8666364615400545408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=8666364615400545408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/8666364615400545408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/8666364615400545408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/11/racing-for-two-mean-variance.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-1514318206076594708</id><published>2007-11-25T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T21:40:55.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thoughts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What I got for the last quiz is that I don't know actually know if I should be happy or what. I've been in the passing score for the last three quizzes, i'm on the average of the passing mark. I can smile cos I somehow passed, my scores in the multiple choice really helped a lot. It pulled my mark. But then, I realized after a deep thought, I should aspire for the better: A higher grade than the ones I usually get. I should exertmore effort in my learning capabilities. I have to be more active, I think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My perception or how I view things now is different on how I viewed it from the past. ( 2 to 3 years ago) for some reasons I might elaborate next time. The constant in the world is change. No doubt about it. And I know, I can do it once more. Be at my old self, the way I'm used to be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-1514318206076594708?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/1514318206076594708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=1514318206076594708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/1514318206076594708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/1514318206076594708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/11/thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-3921397436265020088</id><published>2007-11-22T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T02:45:05.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;SPM: Overdue!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;At last! I got to post an entry. This is overdue since we have to reflect something about spm especially after the third quiz last saturday pa! hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quiz 3? waah, i don't know what to say, honestly.. I had studied the lecture. And I know I understand the essence of the whole topic. But when the questions were right in front of us, I've been digging my mind what exactly the answers to that. As in the ones that came from the book. But as my memory started to traced back, I can't specifically put the correct answers. I didn't memorize all  those stuff. I knew I don't have to, as long as you understand what you're reading. So I put into words all I know about the questions being asked. Even if some of those were not the real answer. What can I do? I don't know what to write. I just followed my mind to put the things which I thought were the answers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Time constraint is your enemy while in the spot, answering the questions. But i believed that it's shouldn't be a hindrance for you to express all the anwers that you think is right or according to what you have learned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the exam, people or classmates were not in the mood anymore. Everyone seems to put their answers incorrect. Everybody seems to be regretful. And I, was somehow affected to their reactions that I became doubtful with my answers too. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-3921397436265020088?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/3921397436265020088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=3921397436265020088&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/3921397436265020088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/3921397436265020088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/11/spm-overdue-at-last-i-got-to-post-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-8705427063058579270</id><published>2007-11-19T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T02:32:43.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Temporary.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had to change my layout so that the comment link would be visible. Sadly, i have to replace it with a template from blogspot cos the the one that i've been using before doesn't have any comment or trackbacks. It's important cos our prof will post a comment for Spm entries!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I''m having a problem even if I used Haloscan as a host for comment link! But it' s still ok! Grrr... I've bee working on it for hours! =( So, i have to use this template for the meantime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-8705427063058579270?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/8705427063058579270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=8705427063058579270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/8705427063058579270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/8705427063058579270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/11/temporary.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-8658569668256839537</id><published>2007-11-11T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:12:39.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;We go for double!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had a good date yesterday! t'was fun being with the person you actually love to be with. We met up at 2 o'clock in the afternoon for it supposed to be 12! Plans can sometimes be messed up y'know! that's why its better not to plan at all! haha! I think so. We had our late lunch at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;KKK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;at Mall of Asia. The food was good. It was my first time to eat there and I think I would go back. It's all pinoy recipe! Two-thumbs up! yeah! For the positive side, it maybe good that you insisted to eat at KKK instead at its nearby resto. haha! I had my tummy full-packed again! And i greatly thank to you for teasing me like hell as if I eaten the whole food that we ordered! hmp! hehehe! And me? I still wanna cuddle you over and over again even if you never stop grining like some thought keeps playing in your mind ( that I was really matakaw!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/Rzb8r_W74uI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1032wXE1UOY/s1600-h/k.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131566658107466466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 357px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/Rzb8r_W74uI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1032wXE1UOY/s320/k.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We watched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;The Game Plan starring Dwayne "The rock" Johnson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for the last full show in THX. It was awesome! I enjoyed the movie. =) As in. I liked how the story goes, it's twist, funny scenes, and life-breathing part when it actually touched my heart for hell. I really recommend you guys to watch this movie. And try to bring your dad with you so you can have the feel of how touching the story is for a f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;ather-daughter relationship! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-8658569668256839537?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/8658569668256839537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/8658569668256839537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/11/double-date-i-had-good-date-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/Rzb8r_W74uI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1032wXE1UOY/s72-c/k.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-9199857884104350631</id><published>2007-11-11T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:13:35.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;malungkOt perO masaya. kuntentO perO my kulang. patulOy paren kahit mali sa paningin ng lahat. di alam ang isasagOt sa mga tanOng. sa mga espekulasyOn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pilit tinatagO khit gustO ng umalpas ng damdamin. Pilit iwinawaks kahit dun din ang tungO. Ngbubulag-bulagan upang di maramdaman ang hapdi at sakit. Upang kasiyahan ang manaiig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hindi iniisip kung anO ang kahihitnan.TakOt sa katOtohanan O takOt sa kalalabasan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ayaw mawala sa buhay, ayaw pakawalan. Di din siguradO kung kaya, kung kaya nga ba talaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Umaasa. nagdarasal. nagiintay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Darating din ang panahOn na yun. Di nga lang alam kung kelan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-9199857884104350631?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/9199857884104350631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=9199857884104350631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/9199857884104350631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/9199857884104350631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-i-speak.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-5818146517563033046</id><published>2007-11-09T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T06:59:04.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I used to think about it over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you prefer to be  silent. To let all be an unspoken words. To just hide it in a place where no one  could ever see, could ever feel. But no matter how you try, you just gonna feel  you wanna shout it to the world wide world. Share the unbelievable feeling.. and  perhaps make yourself be naked. Feelings. Happiness. Fears. Maybe it won't be  bad to take chances. To gamble what you have. Regrets will come in the end no  matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But you have to try, even for  once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-5818146517563033046?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/5818146517563033046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=5818146517563033046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/5818146517563033046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/5818146517563033046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-used-to-think-about-it-over-and-over.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-432332977237493865</id><published>2007-11-09T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:15:15.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"   &gt;I'm still breathing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HURRAY! HURRAY! I'm back (here in my old blog!) C'mon let's be happy! =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-432332977237493865?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/432332977237493865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=432332977237493865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/432332977237493865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/432332977237493865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/11/hurray-hurray-im-back-here-in-my-old.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-4157514497800830872</id><published>2007-10-29T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T06:58:21.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  class="bodytext" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Just for a thought!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I once shared with  somebody my thought "may gusto ako gawin pero di kO alam kung anO!" =(. Call it  pathetic or watever! But that's exactly what i'm feeling. It's like an itchyness  you suddenly want to get rid off. It's a goal without a clear objectives, or,  maybe i'm still in the process of identifyng or finding it within myself. What I  really like, what I really want to be. You suddenly feel that way, and if you  failed to do so, you're incomplete beneath. Contentment would be the issue.  Self-satisfaction is the main dilemma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Several terms from now, i  would be receiving my college diploma. *hopefully!*. My dad asks me where do I  want to work, what are my plans after graduation, when i'm going to have my  most-awaiting-ojt for them and stuffs like that. And me being the  &lt;em&gt;a-little-bit stubborn&lt;/em&gt;   daughter always give them the same answer as  before "&lt;em&gt;I still don't know&lt;/em&gt;" with the main mentality at the back of my  mind "&lt;em&gt;it's to early to think about that&lt;/em&gt;". But as time flies, i'm  becoming aware why my parents keep asking me the same question whenever that  topic blooms from nowhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I realized I should be  thinking about my future. I should be mature in terms of perspective about life.  I'm not getting any younger! Instead i should be moving forward. I should start  considering that's there reallly a life waiting for me after college! It just  depends which path will i take, which opportunity will i  grab, and which  destiny will I embrace. Either way, it may lead to failure or  success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Questions kept lingering  in my mind: " What i really want to be, what I really want to do in my life."  Somehow, i got answers! (of course) I want to work after collge (who else  doesn't want right?) I want to earn money on my own. Stepping out of  college means more responsibility, more freedom. Freedom to choose, to speak, to  decide. Maybe that's what I'm anticipating all along. I want to express  myself. It's like unlocking the chains that seems to be in your bare hands for  so long. I know it was for my own good. But honestly, I did wait for the time  when i will be old enough to do whatever i like! to say what's on my mind, to  express who I really am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maybe I haven't decided  what plans i'm going to follow after college. I know it's one step at a time.  But one thing for sure, I will follow the things that will make me happy, that  will keep me satisfied. I know life is a journey, and along the path you'll you  gonna picked lessons that will change or make you a better person. But I believe  that happiness leads to contentment. I may not have the grandest job or the  highest person paid as long as i'm happy with what i'm doin, it all goes well.  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-4157514497800830872?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/4157514497800830872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=4157514497800830872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/4157514497800830872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/4157514497800830872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-for-thought-i-once-shared-with.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-7032762703664252745</id><published>2007-10-25T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T07:48:40.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mga lagalag!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="280" src="http://i12.tinypic.com/6t2uno7.jpg" width="330" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="280" src="http://i15.tinypic.com/8aaic78.jpg" width="330" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;looooove dis pic. We call it "Loser pic" haha! Ang kyut ni mumay dito. Pabida ang bruhaa!! hehe! lolz! Asa gitna kse. Pero ang kukulit namen. Walang kasawaan! Hay. kelan ka kaya mag kkabOypren mae?? waheheh! Anong kOnesksyOn?! Anyway, ayun! Yun lang naman ang ngyari sa mumunting paglalakwatsa namen! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;*andun kame sa sidewalk. Sa gilid ng intramuros golf course. Kumakaen ng chicken skin na mabenta sa mga bruhaa! Umiisip ng sOlusyon sa problema ni dora. naghahanap ng sign. Para kame mga pulubi. haha! Para kame pinagsakluban ng langit at lupa! parang naubusan ng pamasahe pauwe! hahah! pero keri lang! magkkasama namen kame! =)) At sa hulog nga ng langit, dumating and mga frendship na guys. hehe. wala lang. kaya napadpad kame sa españa ng di oras! heheheh!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-7032762703664252745?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/7032762703664252745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=7032762703664252745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/7032762703664252745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/7032762703664252745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/10/mga-lagalag-i-looooove-dis-pic.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i12.tinypic.com/6t2uno7_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-4734269258491012056</id><published>2007-10-04T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T07:49:52.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Kapit kamay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pinipilit. Umaasa. MerOn pa rin liwanag sa dulO ng madilim na daan. Sa tuwing akala mO di kna makakabangOn, may mga taO paring pilit pinapatatag ang lOOb mO.Mga nagmamahal sa'yo. Talaga nga ditO mo makikita at mararamdaman kung sinO ang totoo at hindi sa mga kaibigan mO. Kung sinO ang handang dumamay at magmalasakit. Kung sinO ang gagawin ang lahat makita ka lang masaya muli.&lt;br /&gt;PerO bakit ganOn, kung anO ung gustO mO.. minsan tadhana pa ang naglalayO sa'yo. Mahirap ba talaga mangarap? Mahirap ba talaga umasam ng simple? Mahirap ba talaga maging masaya sa  gustO mO?&lt;br /&gt;Dumadating ka puntong hindi mO na alam ang gagawin. Hindi mO alam kung kaninO ka lalapit. PrO andun pa rin  sa puso at isip mO na hindi ka NYA papabayaan. A friend told me once "God is always on time" I always keep that in mind. Kaya di pa rin akO nawawalan ng pag-asa. Na sa darating  na bukas, isang masayang ngiti na and mamumutawi sa aking mga labi.&lt;br /&gt;PerO nagpapasalamat akO dahil nakatagpO akO ng mga totoong kaibigan. Di akO nawawalan ng pagasa kasi anjan ka. Kapit kamay! Parehas man tayO ng dinadala, ramdam kO na pilit lang nten pinapalakas ang loob ng isa't isa kahit alam natin sa sarili mismO, di din naten alam kung kelan nga darating ung panahOn o araw na hihihintay nten parehO.&lt;br /&gt;Wag kang bibitiw! MalayO pa ang lalakbayin natin. Madame pa tayO pagsubOk na pagsasamahan. Madame pa tayong pangarap na magkasama nating tutuparin.&lt;br /&gt;Wag malumbay. Hold On.......*dorabee*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-4734269258491012056?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/4734269258491012056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=4734269258491012056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/4734269258491012056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/4734269258491012056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/10/kapit-kamay-pinipilit.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-7707475247287092133</id><published>2007-09-20T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T22:19:21.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm  mishful this. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R0pksnAGsoI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fJ-PZrffOEs/s1600-h/DSC07506.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137029042515915394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R0pksnAGsoI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fJ-PZrffOEs/s320/DSC07506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;09.08.07. One fine saturday night. Dinner at Kimono Ken, Bluewave. :) It's was good though bitin. But I seriously had  a good laugh again. Ang khuleet kc. haha! :p Memories. Memories. It's been so long time na din ata since the last time we hang out? (nyee, parang kelan lang?) HAHA! Oh! mishfulness kase. :) I gonna keep  nlng those stuff? watcha think? I told you i gonna take pictures of  u with that cute little umbrella stuff eh. tsk tsk. Ayan. sayang tuloy. Ala proof. Hehe. Ang cutey pa naman cgurO nun of we have  photos of u with that small  umbrella in your hair. HAHAHA! peace(^,^)Was it a coincidence that the color of the umbrella in our shake is the same colors that we are wearing? hehe. Nice naman. Kaya nga we both like it na and even made fun with it. haha. Me the yellow and you the red. wheeew! :DI enjoyed it and feel wappybappy. y'know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-7707475247287092133?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/7707475247287092133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=7707475247287092133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/7707475247287092133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/7707475247287092133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-mishful-this.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R0pksnAGsoI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fJ-PZrffOEs/s72-c/DSC07506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-544714766217179367</id><published>2007-09-09T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T22:23:22.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One sunday afternoon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. What is it about you that people don't really notice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; *that there's mOre to me than what meets the naked eye. (i'm serious)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. What do people commonly mistake you for?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*that sometimes they think i'm already working cos of not having a school uniform and there are times they think i'm still in highschool especially when i'm with my pair of sneakers. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Are you insecure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  *there are times when insecurities creeps me, we cannot avoid it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. Do you think you're attractive? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; *sometimes. but sometimes i feel fugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. Do you find it easy to trust people?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*NO. absolutely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. Do you have a really big secret? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; *yeah, i guess so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; 7. If yes, how many people have you told about it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*a few, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. How do you get mad? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*I had this mad face, with no smile at all. Then i became mataray na, with the raised eyebrows. But it doesn't last nmn for a lifetime. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. What do you do when you're bored? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;* music, net, sleep, eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. Do you enjoy doing nothing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*yeah, sometimes. I love to be a bum  but there are times when i wanna make lakwatsa and  go anywhere else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;11. Are you comfortable being alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; *yap! time to think and access what's going on in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;12. Do you think watching the sunset or the stars is fun? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*Yeah, for me that's the most serene moment i could have in my life. I can trade the beach  but not the sunset and the stars. I love staring at it without a blink of an eye and start giggling. hehehe. I'm so shallow. I know. But sharing that moment with the most important person in your life would be the sweetest moment for me *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;13. Do you like the rain? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;* nO. i just simple don't. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;14. What can you say about poetry? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;* it is an expression of yourself. I used to write poetry before but now, i think i let the passion dies in me. so sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;15. Are you a phone person? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*before, but now i don't even touch the phone at home in a single day. HAHA! to busy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;16. Do you find it easy to express how you feel? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; * when i'm happy, i just laugh out loud. When i'm mad, i just keep it to myself until i burst out. When i'm sad, i don't tell it to everyone else. So, it depends on how i feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;17. What song best describes how you feel right now?- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;" (I Wish I Knew How it Would Feel to Be) Free by LIGHTHOUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;18. What impossible thing do you want to do right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; *build a new house. A big one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;19. What is missing in your life right this moment? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;* letting all the emotions flow. Moving on without a having second thought. Living my life the way i want it to be without hesitations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;20. What is the most important in your life now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;* i breathe, i laugh, i'm not numb, i have people around me that i'm pretty sure they care. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-544714766217179367?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/544714766217179367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=544714766217179367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/544714766217179367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/544714766217179367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/09/one-sunday-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-120143644865294457</id><published>2007-09-07T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T07:55:17.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I do this cos i'm bored!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Three things that scare me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Death&lt;br /&gt;2.The unknown future&lt;br /&gt;3. Destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three people who make me laugh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. baby fritz&lt;br /&gt;2. friends (karren, mayan, mae, jhune)&lt;br /&gt;3. humble bee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things I love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my life&lt;br /&gt;2. tears and joy,happy memories&lt;br /&gt;3. photo trip, spontaneous getaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things I hate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. rain&lt;br /&gt;2. inequality&lt;br /&gt;3. careless  talker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things on my desk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. cellphone&lt;br /&gt;2. ipod&lt;br /&gt;3. chocolates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I'm doing right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. surfing&lt;br /&gt;2. music bum&lt;br /&gt;3. friendster/multiply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I can do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i can make my artsy fartsy creation&lt;br /&gt;2. i can do this..&lt;br /&gt;3. and i can do that.. haha! fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three ways to describe my personality:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. unpredictable and moody&lt;br /&gt;2. unsociable but friendly, i always smile but snob,&lt;br /&gt;3. i' m a dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I adore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. cute little stuff&lt;br /&gt;2. personality&lt;br /&gt;3. spontaneity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-120143644865294457?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/120143644865294457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=120143644865294457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/120143644865294457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/120143644865294457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-do-this-cos-im-bored-three-things.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-6163439581197794258</id><published>2007-08-24T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T08:04:54.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random Monday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;holiday.having a secOnd thOught? nah! opcors not! manila. trinoma. wow! dat's new to me. first seen. tourguide? haha! ICECABY bhabee! hihi. deciding wat to eat. me:"you choose.." you: "nah, u nlng". khulet =). undecided. den you tell you like cheesey food. haha. then cheesey it is. hungry. pasta first. den the big thing. YUM! YUM! me: "you can eat all of dat so Go! haha". were full. preggy again. puff! yOc break. stroll. stroll. stroll. window w/o shopping. HAHA! no enough bucks to go on clothes hunting. you laugh, i laughed. i tease, you teased. :p movies. long line. rush hour 3 at 3:45. yOc break again. oh, it's already 3:30. I want a float at mCdo. tara. me:"you order apple green float, i'll just sit nearby. hehe." wtf! haha! sorry. you seems ashamed after you order. but it's okey. :) hahaha! it's green apple float pla. *wink* my bad! cinema. i laughed and i laughed coz i'm a dork. i admit it. and you!! You had  seen the movie before. yOu didn't even tell me. haha! but it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;strolled again. looking  for watch? haha. yOc break again i think? am i cOunting?! hahaha! fool. garden of eve?.. hihi. fog. oh it's a mist pla. haha! i teased. wow fog. nice. hehe. but's it's good. cute. people was mesmerized i think? hehe. time to talked. we still laugh. i dunno why. enjoy. makukulit. the mOment? "FILL IN THE BLANKS" hahah! new trend? i knew you from then on. i got answers to questions. it's so nice of yOu to say every little thing. :)&lt;br /&gt;rained. you hungry again! haha. slammers. wee burger. find a seat. yes master. haha. arc of intra? wat's dat? a result of your great imagination! hehe. full again. you had this appetite of a ..uhh.nevermind. oh shut up khaye! it's bad to stare. but i can't help to smile. hahah! peace. Hey! it's getting late. Oopps. time to leave. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;'twas nice. fun. enjoy. laugh. tease. window shop. looking for books? haha. and the icacaby?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was no more a dream. *wink* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-6163439581197794258?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/6163439581197794258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=6163439581197794258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/6163439581197794258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/6163439581197794258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/08/random-monday-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-3954887793303781788</id><published>2007-06-14T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T04:30:37.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nagbabalik.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumating ka sa buhay kO kung kailan di kO inaasahan. Kung kailan di kO akalain na ikaw pala yun. Mabilis, mailap, parang isang pitik lamang ng aking daliri ang mga pangyayari. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ba't di ka na lang umiwas sa simula pa lang? Ba't pinaabOt kO pa nga ba sa ganitO? sa isang lihim.. At mananatiling isang tagO hangga't di kO binibitiwan ang pisi na patulOy na naguugnay sa aming dalawa ng una, sya na legal..sya na kilala ng mundO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patawad kung isa ka sa mga tagOng bahagi ng buhay kO. Patawad kung isa ka sa mga lihim kO na di kO kayang ibunyag sa madla o sa buOng mundo. Alam kO hirap ka din. Nguni't wala akOng maipapangakO na magandang bukas sa ngayOn. Pati ang pusO ay di siguradO kung kaya ko na bang sumugal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero masaya naman tayO dba? Un nga lang..pigil, dahil tayO ay may sariling mundO kung saan doon naten pinagsasaluhan ang isang espesyal na relasyOn na tanging tayO lamang ang nakakaalam at nakakaintindi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ANONYMOUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-3954887793303781788?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/3954887793303781788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=3954887793303781788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/3954887793303781788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/3954887793303781788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/06/nagbabalik.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-3308944793208831801</id><published>2007-06-13T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T01:33:45.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sa ngayOn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;MalungkOt perO masaya. kuntentO perO my kulang. patulOy paren kahit mali sa paningin ng lahat. di alam ang isasagOt sa mga tanOng. sa mga espekulasyOn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pilit tinatagO khit gustO ng umalpas ng damdamin. Pilit iwinawaksi kahit dun din ang tungO. Ngbubulag-bulagan upang di maramdaman ang hapdi at sakit. Upang kasiyahan ang manaiig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi iniisip kung anO ang kahihitnan. Basta damdamin ang binibigyang pansin. TakOt sa katOtohanan O takOt sa kalalabasan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayaw mawala sa buhay, ayaw pakawalan. Di din siguradO kung kaya, kung kaya nga ba talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umaasa. nagdarasal. nagiintay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darating din ang panahOn na yun. Di nga lang alam kung kelan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-3308944793208831801?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/3308944793208831801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=3308944793208831801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/3308944793208831801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/3308944793208831801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/06/buhay-koh.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-7189558329079462699</id><published>2007-06-11T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T05:05:39.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIFE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's enjOy life tO the fullest!  every opportunity might nOt cOme Our way again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's sieze the mOment before it gOne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and let's nOt lose hOpe. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be brave. Be different. be spOntaneous&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-7189558329079462699?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/7189558329079462699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/7189558329079462699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/06/life.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-358186794953829987</id><published>2007-06-01T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T02:46:00.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;minsan isang araw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give myself a little pampering today.  I've been into a salon a while ago and treated myself. I had my manicure, pedicure and a haircut!! Yey! I had my hair trimmed and ask the haircutter (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which i turned out as my new friend cos we started cracking a joke&lt;/span&gt;) to put some body in my hair. I think my looks is getting boring plus the bangs makes my face itchy!! f*ck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to stay at school until 4:30pm cos Arvin (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;promap president)&lt;/span&gt; asked me to wait for him to brief us with the activity that we will be having for the org (i&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; think, it's a room-to-room recruitment or advertising of the org&lt;/span&gt;) HEHE! but i didn't. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm bad&lt;/span&gt;) HEHE! I was planning to go to salon after my class. I just asked Karren to tell me tomorrow what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not blogging lately. I rarely used the computer. I can't even charged my ipod when it's battery keeps hunting me with the red sign everytime i used it. HAHA! I can't even tell what's been happening with this past days or weeks or months, i guess. That's the burden of not being connected to the internet most of the time. But, someday soon. You'll see. I'll be back here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-358186794953829987?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/358186794953829987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/358186794953829987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/06/minsan-isang-araw.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-769885039873660211</id><published>2007-04-30T02:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T02:57:58.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Out! Out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wanna go out. I want to go  places. I want to have a good laugh. I want to see new things and try it out. In short, I want to have some FUN!! I want a new set of photos. I want something to look up and choose from. I want something to laugh out and be crap about it. HAHA! I want to spend a good time with friends. I want to share lots of happy moments with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Wtf!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Such a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;nothing-to-do-gurl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;!! Too lame. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-769885039873660211?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/769885039873660211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=769885039873660211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/769885039873660211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/769885039873660211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/04/out-out-i-wanna-go-out.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-4085019950219428441</id><published>2007-04-27T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T02:31:41.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inuman nah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last Saturday was awesome! Got to spend time with  my friends. (College Friends, my blockmates actually). We all had a very good laugh over  soo many bottle of beer at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beer Garden&lt;/span&gt;, Intarmuros. Bonding time with them. I was suprised how many people joined the fun. :) I never imagine we could still be all-together. As in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt;! They are the one which i could consider the closest friends in my college life. They are the one whom i shared my entire life in Mapua. All the pahirap, seatworks, defense, company study and of cors! quizzes. HAHA! Life will be never be this fun w/o them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat, Pao, Yoyi, Paul, Pats and Maru were on the other table. They are a batch higher than us. Too much laughing. Asaran to the max! Umuulan ng beer! My! But it was really fun! Almost lahat game. Kwentuhan, Asaran, and picture mode! Damn! Too much of being a photo addict.  I had them in my Mutiply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home almost 12am. Good thing Yoyi and Pat were also in the same route as mine. Mariel and I have somebody to accompany us  to the terminal. We were busmate. And a big thanks guys! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariel was broken hearted. And she shoved in tears. Epekto narin ng alak. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Uhmm, you can go through it mare. Just keep on living. It's not yet the end of the world.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh sheesh! Pics! Pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 297px; height: 251px;" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c372/ka3nakhayeriparip/P4210479.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 304px; height: 257px;" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c372/ka3nakhayeriparip/P4210429.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 310px; height: 261px;" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c372/ka3nakhayeriparip/P4210380.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 321px; height: 271px;" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c372/ka3nakhayeriparip/P4210345.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c372/ka3nakhayeriparip/P4210397.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;MORE PICS @ my &lt;a href="http://http://ka3nakhaye.multiply.com/photos/album/13"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;MULTIPLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-4085019950219428441?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/4085019950219428441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/4085019950219428441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/04/inuman-nah-my-last-saturday-was-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-7545994144774479587</id><published>2007-04-20T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T05:04:53.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Classroom panic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Classes is on. Of course! were on a quarterm school so April is just the start of the 3rd term of the year. This week was just fairly fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We have this camwhoring at the classroom during the OSH period. No prof so i bring out my digicam and then the fun starts there! Damn! I miss this kind of trip. I upload lots in my Multiply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Gurls, gurls, gurls. Pat is also there, sharing the fun. Zack was there too, acting as out director telling us what pose to do. HAHA! I got drained (well, literally) haha, coz of too much laughing.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c372/ka3nakhayeriparip/IMG_0889.jpg" height="230" width="280" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c372/ka3nakhayeriparip/IMG_0869.jpg" height="230" width="280" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c372/ka3nakhayeriparip/IMG_0897.jpg" height="230" width="280" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c372/ka3nakhayeriparip/IMG_0925.jpg" height="230" width="280" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://ka3nakhaye.multiply.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-7545994144774479587?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/7545994144774479587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/7545994144774479587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/04/classes-is-on.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-8857708593308752666</id><published>2007-04-19T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T05:31:40.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Baptism and high school friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We attended baby dwyane's baptismal last sunday. I'm one of the ninang. He's my second inaanak. Addition to my gift's list. HAHA! Oh my my! I'm really getting older eh? I will be turning 20 this year. Can't imagine though. I still see myself as a sweet sixteen young girl. HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Reunited again with my highschool barkada. See each other again after several months. Mike, Pam, Paola and me are then ninangs and ninong of baby dwyane. :) Met up at the church. Chikahan, laugh trip, and photo freaks! Soo adik sa cam ang mga guys! I honestly and seriously spent lots lots of hours uploading and sending the photos that we had to their respective email! Damn! But, i'm not bitter. HAHA! *di ba halata*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Went to Festival Mall afterwards. Videoke trip. Singing even if were out of tune. Laughing real hard.  Camwhoring again. Soo happy! Soo kukulit. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c372/ka3nakhayeriparip/IMG_0567.jpg" height="285" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c372/ka3nakhayeriparip/IMG_0602.jpg" height="250" width="290" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c372/ka3nakhayeriparip/IMG_0809.jpg" height="250" width="290" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c372/ka3nakhayeriparip/IMG_0687.jpg" height="255" width="290" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;More in my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" href="http://ka3nakhaye.multiply.com/"&gt;Multiply.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-8857708593308752666?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/8857708593308752666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=8857708593308752666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/8857708593308752666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/8857708593308752666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/04/baptism-and-high-school-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-1949005048769491527</id><published>2007-04-18T06:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T06:21:52.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Passing by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back!! Well, i guess soo. haha! I try to update more here. School had already started.Yess! You heard me right, while others (and some of my friends) were still in the peak of their summer vacation, here I am and the rest of my schoolmates spending our time at the classroom while bearing the heat of the summer. So pathetic. haha! lolx!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is really hot. As in HOTT! Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I actually have lots of things to share, things that's been going on with my life lately. Well, I guess i have lots of stuff to post and more pictures to upload soon! :) I'll just try to keep this blog posted. I'm not online most of the time. I just checked my mails, update friendster and the likes, but being online for a long period of time as of now is not i'm actually at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my layout again. I'm back to black. hehe. I just feel like seeing something new. Something different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, i'll post next time. ciao! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-1949005048769491527?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/1949005048769491527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=1949005048769491527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/1949005048769491527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/1949005048769491527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/04/passing-by.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-1570903920075781796</id><published>2007-04-03T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T03:42:03.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be gOne for a while but fOr sure i'll be back sOOn. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-1570903920075781796?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/1570903920075781796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=1570903920075781796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/1570903920075781796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/1570903920075781796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/04/ill-be-gone-for-while-but-for-ill-be.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-8949764949574233961</id><published>2007-03-19T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T05:45:02.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lunch and new dvd's. Big YEHEY for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a bunchy lunch at&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Superbowl&lt;/span&gt; in Glorietta 4. The food were yummy I had a full lunch with Sherwin, Ate Shiela (his sister), Kuya Mark and his family. I was not supposed to come along but since I'm went by at Sherwin's place, I did have a free lunch with them *big smiles*. I want to go  back there and bring my friends. I'm sure Karren would love to cos she likes to eat at different resto and try something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we walked by from G4 to Greenbelt 1 up to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Corinthian Plaza&lt;/span&gt; and dropped by at Tita Beth's office. Wossh!  I got excited for what Tita mentioned to us while having a little chit-chat at the lobby. She said they will be going to Bohol late July and she's thinking if we would like to come cos classes already begin for next school year by that time. Frankly, i would love to. And i'm already planning in my mind what to do. I would skip classes. HAHA! *I'm a fool* But that Bohol Trip would once in a lifetime offer. Tita Lorna and the two kids (yani and yna) will also come, Waaahhh.. I still have a term to save moolah for that grande trip. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Makati Square right after  to buy dvd's. Ate Shiela run an errand to him. And guess what i bought?  I already have the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Season 1-2 of Grey's Anatomy, Prison Brea&lt;/span&gt;k and the most talk of the town &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heroes!&lt;/span&gt; Oh yeah! I'm such an impulsive buyer. Maybe it's the result of long vacation for us. HEHE! I'm beginning to be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;great bum&lt;/span&gt; at home. HEHE! But men! Now I have something to watch to ease my boredom ayt? Since summer outing with friends is kinda uncertain as  of now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, I should start kicking some ass. HAHA! I better bless all the dvd's that i bought and  give my eyes an exercise cos it's really been a while since i watched tv shows and even movies.  Life for me has been outside home but since it's vacation time my home sweet home would be my niche as of now. ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-8949764949574233961?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/8949764949574233961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=8949764949574233961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/8949764949574233961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/8949764949574233961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/03/luch-and-new-dvds.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-853578467315191622</id><published>2007-03-18T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T05:53:20.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;BUM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I sleep all day. Nothing to do. I'm starting to get bored at home. And i don't know what's wrong with my pc nowadays. The blogspot site is not showing up right. Well, part of it. The posting page is having a problem that's why i can't post lot of entries. kamusta naman un?! tsambahan lang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My feet is itchy. I wanna go somewhere else. lakwatsera talaga. haha! I just played with my cutey nephew. His starting to get really makulit na. :) But we love him for that. And his big na. :) I can't imagine how fast he grow up. Babies are like that, you noticed every improvement that's going on with them. Like the way they speak, starting to crawl then stand up straight. HAHA! It's really fun playing with them though your patience is starting to boil up. Well, babies will always be babies. hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-853578467315191622?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/853578467315191622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=853578467315191622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/853578467315191622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/853578467315191622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/03/bum-i-sleep-all-day.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-205887975422106142</id><published>2007-03-17T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T06:04:42.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;I passed. Yess!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waahh. Grades are already online. I viewed mine through&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; my mapua&lt;/span&gt; account. Thank God cos i don't have any failing grade. I was suprised with my grade in Ergo subject. Though I know i reached the passing (cos  i let my score be corrected  in Quiz1 to my prof yesteday through text and for sure she replied). The sad part was that, most of my classmates failed. It's just not right. Well, that's another part of the story. I gonna save it for another post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Enrollment will be this coming week. Kamusta naman?! Ang gastos! tae! I told the parents that i will just have my enrollment at the start of class next month. I just payed my Finals this week. It's going to be a burden for the them if i gonna asked again for another money. Even if i have to fall in a long line in a very humid gym. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gonna post some long ass entry next time. I will post pictures of World Light Expo after i'm done organizing my photos ok?.. byebye! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-205887975422106142?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/205887975422106142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=205887975422106142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/205887975422106142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/205887975422106142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-8560179756976634423</id><published>2007-03-17T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T05:06:51.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                         Update! Update!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOHOHOO!! I'm back! And i miss this. I miss blogging. I've been busy the past several weeks. Academic stuff. It just keep filling me up. But now, I'm done with those. I already completed all the requirements for the term: &lt;strong&gt;case study, defense, and exams.&lt;/strong&gt; Yehehey! Term has just ended. &lt;strong&gt;HELLO Summer!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But where will i be this summer season? It only comes once a year. Well, friends are  planning for an outing though but the saddest and the most unexpected part would be this: "&lt;strong&gt;I think i can't make it with my friends this summer"&lt;/strong&gt; :(  Why? Coz I'm broke! Frankly, allowance is my biggy dilemma now. I don't have extra moolah for summer trips. But sheesh! I wanna come along with the peeps outing. What would I do?! Can somebody save meeee?.... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-8560179756976634423?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/8560179756976634423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=8560179756976634423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/8560179756976634423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/8560179756976634423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/03/update-update-wohohoo-im-back-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-7443414344293763904</id><published>2007-03-16T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T05:11:35.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;summerize your look.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table border="2" bordercolor="pink"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img alt="before" src="http://i16.tinypic.com/2qcfsw5.jpg" height="180" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img alt="after" src="http://i18.tinypic.com/4dz29om.jpg" height="180" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;before and after the haircut-trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Oh well! oh well, i got my new haircut, with &lt;strong&gt;BANGS &lt;/strong&gt;and almost an inch short than before ! haha! And i liked it. :) Karren and I had almost the same style, and we've been handled by the same stylist. friends really flock together. But we waited for half an hourin the hair salon before our name be called. And we hate it! But after we see the results of our new hair style, we just can't stop to giggle! yeyey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It's not bad to try something new. Something different and out of your league. I feel like i've step out beyond my limit and I actually felt good about it. Sometimes we really have to do things that we thought we couldn't do to see how far we can go. I realized that i shouldn't feel scared and think what others will say. I should have express myself in a more vocal way and don't mind how people will react cos that's the only way you could &lt;strong&gt;really real&lt;/strong&gt;ly enjoy the beauty of life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, feel free. After all, we can't please everybody ayt? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-7443414344293763904?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/7443414344293763904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=7443414344293763904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/7443414344293763904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/7443414344293763904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/03/summerize-your-look.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i16.tinypic.com/2qcfsw5_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-1511011031807791235</id><published>2007-03-03T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T21:52:05.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plant visit+summer outing= fun and m0re fun!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plant visit sa &lt;strong&gt;Gardenia Factory&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;again?!)&lt;/em&gt; then outing sa beach. Late si Karren (&lt;em&gt;as usual)&lt;/em&gt; hehe! pati si june. pero abot pa rin. pichur pichur sa bus. lang katapusan. masaya. enjoy. umikot ulet sa production department ng Gardenia. Di na interested kxe nakita na namin un last year. Nagpapikchur kay &lt;strong&gt;Gardy &lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;statue)&lt;/em&gt; with friends. Ang kukulit. Ang haharot. Lang tigil sa pag &lt;strong&gt;*smile &amp;amp; pakyut*&lt;/strong&gt; sa kamera. Kamusta naman?! HAHA! Balik na sa bus. we're heading to the beach na! yey! ang layo ng resort (&lt;em&gt;Munting Buhangin, Nasugbu Batangas&lt;/em&gt;). Ngarag at nakatulog na kme. Pagdating sa resort, ngarag ulet sa pagtulong sa mga friends para sa markerting strategy! Di nakapagenjoy nung una. Pero later on, GORA na kmi. hugadooo! HAHA! Adik! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gang rape&lt;/strong&gt;. lunuran. hilahan. maharot. tampisaw. tawa ng tawa. parang high/bangag pero di naman. nakipaglaro sa mga friends. Nakisama sa kapwa IE's. Hinubaran si estong. tipsy kc dahil sa &lt;strong&gt;*sodium&lt;/strong&gt;* HAHA! lang sunblock kaya masakit sa balat and sikat ng araw. Umahon at bumalik let sa beach. di makatiis eh. masaya kse dun. enjoy. ang kukulit nila. pichurs! pichurs! at marame pang iba! &lt;strong&gt;sand trip&lt;/strong&gt; kay jr. seryoso mga berks. tinabunan talaga si Jr ng mahiwagang buhangin. kinortehan ng katawang babae. my &lt;strong&gt;boobs &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(malaki)&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;too**t&lt;/strong&gt;. haha! bitin. pero naabutan ang magtatakip-silim na kalangitan. shet ganda! kelangan ng magpack up. loaded ang cr. share sa isang shower room ako, karren and marianne. agawan sa sabon ang mga loka pero masaya. tawa ng tawa. lang malisya, langya! meron naman kame lahat nun! HAHA! laugh trip pa rin. Uwian na. Balik bus. pagod pero keri pa rin. di nakain0m ng alak kasi busy sa beach and pagod sa pagtinda ang ibang prends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ang gugulo sa bus. patok na patok ang &lt;strong&gt;QUE-SOO&lt;/strong&gt; ni j0n. langya! ilang beses akU nalamangan! haha! pero ay0s lang. :) naadik din ako kaya go sa pagganti sknla. laugh trip ulet. &lt;strong&gt;hot seat.&lt;/strong&gt; issue ng nakaraan binabalikan. Super hotseat si rj. tsk.tsk. ang dame kasi babae sa buhay. lage sya talo. pinagkaisahan sa pangaasar sknya. HAHA! lols! umikot sa lahat. bawat isa nadaanan ng hotseat. tawa ng tawa. Sumakit ang tyan. Sumayaw sa bus kapartner si marianne. patay naman ang ilaw kasi tulog halos mga kasama. nadala sa nakakaindak na tugtog ng ipod-elya koh. &lt;strong&gt;tokyodrift, my love, and sexy back&lt;/strong&gt;! panalo! haha! di natulog. nakipagchikahan kay lugaw and dora. ang sasaya namen tatlo. naglaway. tumawa. nangasar. nangulit. water-less, coke-less, food-less. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oras na para umuwe. nagpaalam sa mga kaibigan. May ngiti sa mga labi. masarap alalahanin ang summer outing kasama mga kapwa ko IE. :) next year lit guys! *grouphug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;* yabshu all! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="pink" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="260" src="http://i13.tinypic.com/2m6603l.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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;table bordercolor="pink" border="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="260" src="http://i6.tinypic.com/2nl7ewz.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="pink" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="260" src="http://i18.tinypic.com/2rgl1jb.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="pink" border="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="260" src="http://i3.tinypic.com/29wu42g.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="pink" border="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="260" src="http://i1.tinypic.com/44pz42g.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="pink" border="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="260" src="http://i2.tinypic.com/2mr8rp0.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="pink" border="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="260" src="http://i16.tinypic.com/2r2sx0l.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="pink" border="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="260" src="http://i5.tinypic.com/2mc5zf7.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="pink" border="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="260" src="http://i14.tinypic.com/2vrztkz.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="pink" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="260" src="http://i3.tinypic.com/29p9f8h.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more pics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://inseparableself.multiply.com/photos/album/38"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://inseparableself.multiply.com/photos/album/9"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-1511011031807791235?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/1511011031807791235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=1511011031807791235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/1511011031807791235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/1511011031807791235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/03/plant-visitsummer-outing-fun-and-m0re.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i13.tinypic.com/2m6603l_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-2231764578258188774</id><published>2007-02-28T05:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T06:19:09.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm craving for something goody.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go on photo tripping. I choose tagaytay as my first destination. Although the date hasn't been settled yet and a someone who will willingly tag along with me. HAHA! Anyone who likes? Just tell me. :) I want to unwind. Relax in the sense that I can exclude myself with the toxic life that school gives me. I wanna go nature tripping. Have i said that i'm interested in photography? I love taking pictures of anything or something unusual to th eye. I want to focus or give more attention into nature, places that i've never been, interesting things, and awesome view. I always has this urge to make a photo as catchy and as interesting as it may seem. I'm not actually planning to take professional photography, i'm contented with this. Just learning how to make a shot that's worth a thousand pictures is enough for me. It's just a food for my passion. But damn! i'm inlove with my camera! :) *wink* Memories are so much precious for me. I want to have photos that I can look back 20 years from now in which would remind me of happy&amp;amp;sad moments, something to laugh out and go emo. Haha! Places, people, food, things, everyday photos, events and a lot lot more! I dunno if I have a talent or what but I'm willing to learn. Though I'm an amateur, I know in myself that i love what i'm doing. Isn't it obvious cos i have my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://inseparableself.multiply.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;multiply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/ka3nakhaye"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;flickr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. hehe! Yeah, I want to learn a lot of thingies. I want to try those that i've never done in my life before. I'm currently at the point in my life wherein i'm starting to catch up the missed opportunities that i had in my past. I'm searching and continously making the most of what life can offer me. I know it is one step at a time. I'm savoring each and everyday that i got to face the world with another bright sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never want to lose my enthusiasm to live in this crazy world with lots of crazy people cos they're the one that makes me complete and a better person&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo tripping is what i'm currently craving now. So please help/adopt me . HAHA! Seriously, anyone who wants to come along is very much welcome so &lt;em&gt;tara lets bagets&lt;/em&gt; HAHA!. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-2231764578258188774?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/2231764578258188774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=2231764578258188774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/2231764578258188774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/2231764578258188774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-craving-for-something-goody.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-7311477562342556505</id><published>2007-02-26T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T05:59:33.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much things to do and so many stories to tell but i'm too lazy to do all of it as of now. But the last couple of days for me were fun! fun! fun! The&lt;strong&gt; plant visit/summer outing&lt;/strong&gt; of IE dept. , gimmick on saturday, last minute make-up class last sunday and more of it! I'll try to narrate each and every detail when i'm in the right mood to blog. Please bear with me. And of course! It wouldn't be complete if pictures are out of the scene. I gonna upload to kill your browser soon! &lt;strong&gt;*wink*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life for me has always been a cycle. There's a time when you feel as if you had everything you ever wanted in your life. It's like you want to stop the moment to keep it forever and make it stay. Uh, that was the happy time of your life. But it's a series of test. In any way, you have to step down in the pedestal that u've been not cos you want to but because life push you through. &lt;strong&gt;Nothing lasts forever&lt;/strong&gt;, I believed. &lt;strong&gt;Change is the only constant thing in this crazy world&lt;/strong&gt;, and so I agree. Why am i saying these things? Because i've experienced it myself. People come and go, good things never lasts, friends may stay and others will leave, lessons can be learned along your journey. You must have to determine if it makes you a lot stronger or more weaker. &lt;strong&gt;Life is my melting point&lt;/strong&gt;. Whenever i talk about it, it gives me a weird feeling. As if my heart beats faster and my mind starting to do it's work. I miss having a conversation with a person whom i can share the beauty as well as the evil's of life. How I imagine myself now having an intimate talk with someone (whoever he/she may be) who gonna understand and relate to me the feeling of being &lt;strong&gt;passionate about life&lt;/strong&gt;. Hell yeah! I'm passionate about it. The things that makes out with it, the people, the experiences, the place, and all you could imagine. I want a conversation while over looking the sky and the stars, with the breezy feeling of the wind touching my hair, the coldness of the night and the feeling or magic it may offer. I can talk anything or everything, I can listen, I can give advice or give my point of view or just simply be with my companion just to give him/her an assurance that i'm still there. I'm&lt;strong&gt; not&lt;/strong&gt; talking of a romantic date or anything about love. I'm speaking in behalf of myself who wants to see the beauty and appreciate even the small things in life. He can be a friend, a companion, or anyone who has a sense or even a spontaneous talker will do. So anyone who wants to share those moment with me, &lt;strong&gt;i'm here :)&lt;/strong&gt;. Sheesh!! I'm soo drama evah! But I hope it could happen. Maybe someone out there is also wishing or dreaming the things that i've said, i can feel it. Our paths just couldn't cross at the moment. *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sana madapa sy&lt;/em&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;* HAHA! kidding! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-7311477562342556505?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/7311477562342556505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/7311477562342556505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/02/where-are-you-so-much-things-to-do-and.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-4995747751818804763</id><published>2007-02-23T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T05:20:35.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;d0rk is meeh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dork&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Often used interchangeably with nerd or geek.&lt;br /&gt;Dorks are typically more noted for their quirky personality and behavior rather than their interests or IQ which may or may not be on level with traditional geeks or nerds. They tend to be more humorous and extroverted and don't mind laughing at themselves or with others at themselves, as the case may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone who does things that are kinda silly and not neccessarily cool but always cute.Someone who has odd interests, and is often silly at times. A dork is also someone who can be themselves and not care what anyone thinks, while at the same time being loveable and very personable, often having many friends due to wittiness, often loves video games. Not to be confused with nerd or geek or dweeb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://urbandictionary.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-urbandictionary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I admit i am. Self-confessed. My personality jives with the definition. HAHA! I can enumerate some reasons. The things that i enjoy doing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I enjoy laughing at myself. I can laugh &lt;strong&gt;real hard&lt;/strong&gt; together with &lt;strong&gt;crazy people&lt;/strong&gt; (friends) I don't care what others may comment as long as i express my happiness through laughters. (&lt;em&gt;though we don't degrade or criticize others, its laugh for happy&amp;amp;funny bonding.&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I enjoy &lt;strong&gt;happy moments&lt;/strong&gt;.(who doesn't ayt?) I am a girl who always looks at the brighter side after all things fall apart. I never lose the &lt;strong&gt;enthusiasm&lt;/strong&gt; to live. Damn! &lt;strong&gt;Life is good&lt;/strong&gt;! Don't you agree?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I enjoy conversation over coffee, lunch or even dinner. Even sleep over at some friend's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I enjoy being witty at times. I can be &lt;strong&gt;mean&lt;/strong&gt; when i'm provoked, but i can also be an &lt;strong&gt;angel&lt;/strong&gt; when i want to. HEHE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I enjoy sharing my &lt;em&gt;kikayness&lt;/em&gt; with my suparfriends. (with the gurls)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I enjoy making other people laugh cos of my humour and being a so-so friendly person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I enjoy &lt;strong&gt;simple cheap thrills.&lt;/strong&gt; I can go to places as a light packer. Same as wandering to a place i've never set my foot on. That's what i like. Spending the thrill with friends. Cos good memories and strong bonding happens there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I always smile. Rarely you see me with a sad face. I love reminscing even in my mind the funny memories with superfriends or even the crazy things that i did with my life. Oh, so nostalgic! HEHE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I enjoy staying in front of the computer and do some of my geeky stuff. Browsing the net, blogging, photos, at lots more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I enjoy spending my time just by reading novels. &lt;em&gt;Chic-lit, inspirational, suspense, love and etc.&lt;/em&gt; Yeah, if me giving a chance to have the whole time in the world makes me do all the things that I wanna do. I want my enthusiasm to keep on going. I don't want to stop at nothing. I don't want to have any regrets in the end with "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what if's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="pink" border="2"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="165" src="http://i15.tinypic.com/2vttgqr.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="pink" border="2"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="165" src="http://i15.tinypic.com/2qu4408.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&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;/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;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;/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;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;/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;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;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-4995747751818804763?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/4995747751818804763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=4995747751818804763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/4995747751818804763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/4995747751818804763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/02/d0rk-is-meeh-dork-often-used.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i15.tinypic.com/2vttgqr_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-5692299724968604219</id><published>2007-02-18T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T21:40:58.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Kung Hei Fat Choi! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="pink" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="230" src="http://i16.tinypic.com/33o4kg7.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;strong&gt;Chinese New Year&lt;/strong&gt;! Year of the Pig. Frankly, i don't know any specific tradition that chinese has. Maybe the basic, yeah I'm aware. I brought home last night a &lt;strong&gt;Tikoy&lt;/strong&gt; from Wilheim's (&lt;em&gt;my blockmate)&lt;/em&gt; family. Yeah, we dropped by at his house in &lt;em&gt;Binondo Terraces at Binondo, Manila&lt;/em&gt; cos we went on the same route. It was not in the plan actually. But I love it, Karren and I shared the happiness of simple &lt;strong&gt;cheap thrills&lt;/strong&gt;. HEHE! It was fun! :) And it was Wilheim's dad birthday too! Last night was &lt;em&gt;bisperas&lt;/em&gt; for Chinese New year ayt? His dad gave us tikoy and it was in big package. YEHEY! We're glad cos we didn't expect it. We just went there to stay for about half an hour and have a couple of drinks coz we're damn thristy! China Town is really a place for chinese. I saw lots lots of them. The building that they've live in has a majority of Chinese tenants. And finally, i heard Wilheim speak in Chinese. HAHA! My ears we're in! I enjoyed how he and his dad talks that way. Shoo, we got amazed! HEHE! thanks Heim, for letting us stay in your house and for the tikoy! Sa uulitin. hehe! They have this shelves in their house with super duper loaded with dvd/cd's in random but mostly, korean. Oh my, his dad is a collector of those. I think they've had all the koreanovela series. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i18.tinypic.com/303fd61.jpg" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karren and meeh @ Wilheim's crib. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i18.tinypic.com/2hchoxl.jpg" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;with the &lt;strong&gt;supah cutie kim&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(wilheim's youngest sister&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table border="2" color="pink"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i13.tinypic.com/2vd4kgi.jpg" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piktures! piktures!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table border="2" color="pink"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i17.tinypic.com/4cj7hoi.jpg" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeh with the &lt;strong&gt;big gift&lt;/strong&gt; for heim's dad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table border="2" color="pink"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i16.tinypic.com/2q1dk6b.jpg" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karren modelo uno. haha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table border="2" color="pink"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i12.tinypic.com/2u5gs8w.jpg" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoy simple cheap thrills.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table border="2" color="pink"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i13.tinypic.com/2cok5kz.jpg" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayan ang kanilang super loaded na shelves with lotslots of dvd/cd. haha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop prepared &lt;em&gt;sopas &lt;/em&gt;for us. Y'know what i love about sunday? It's a family day. I get to spend time at home and have a taste of real &lt;em&gt;lutong bahay recipe&lt;/em&gt;. Plus, spending good time with my two siblings and pop. Though we really haven't talk that much at home cos of busy sched, just by seeing each other during sundays and making your presence be felt is enough to us. We're not the mushy type of family, i guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is sh*tly HOT! This is what i honestly hate! Yea, I love the beach during summer season but the feeling of hotness even if you're in front of a fan or in a airconditioned room doesn't make any sense! Is this pre-summer? Or just the effect of global warming? watevah! You know the feeling of sticky body cos of too much sweat? haha! yikes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pre-occupied. Lots of things to do at school, home and with my not-so&lt;em&gt; fabuloso&lt;/em&gt; social life! HAHA! Adik. Mumay told me a while ago that there will be Car Show. She wanna come and I wanna go too! HAHA! &lt;em&gt;Goodluck nlng sa pagiging lakwatsera ko&lt;/em&gt;. I have to managed and spend my time wisely but hell! I'm happy and I'm enjoying it. I just wish that there will be no bad effects in the end. Needless to say I'm not entertaining the idea, really. I know to myself i can manage. I feel my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; now more than before and i guess, it's all that matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more pics &lt;a href="http://inseparableself.multiply.com/photos/album/34"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-5692299724968604219?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/5692299724968604219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=5692299724968604219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/5692299724968604219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/5692299724968604219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/02/kung-hei-fat-choi.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i16.tinypic.com/33o4kg7_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-4663987239459338056</id><published>2007-02-15T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T02:46:34.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Para sa'yo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Alam kong mahirap, pero kinakaya. Alam kong masakit, pero pilit humihinga. Kamusta ka na? Medyo matagal na rin di tau nakakapagusap. Matagal-tagal na rin mula ng marinig ko ang iyong halakhak, isang tunay na halakhak, pati narin ang yong tinig. Para ngang hindi ko na matandaan ang bawat hugis ng iyong mukha. Oo, matagal na nga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako bulag at lalong malakas pa ang aking pandinig. Ayoko magtanong, baka hindi kayanin ng pride ko ang isasagot mo. Gusto ko magbingi-bingihan at ipikit and mata kahit panandalian lang. Kaylangan ba talagang balik-balikan mo ang iyong &lt;strong&gt;nakaraan&lt;/strong&gt; ngayon? Ung &lt;strong&gt;siya&lt;/strong&gt; bago &lt;strong&gt;ako&lt;/strong&gt;. Ayokong maniwala pero hindi ako manhid. Eto ba ang ganti mo skin? Sadya ba? Sana nga'y huwad at pagpapanggap lang ng iyong ginagawa. Sana'y paraan mo lang ito upang mapukaw ang aking pansin. At ang mahulog kang muli sa knya ay taliwas na sa mga pangyayari. Ewan ko. Hindi ko alam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto kita &lt;strong&gt;pasalamatan.&lt;/strong&gt; Utang ko sa'yo kung ano ako ngayon. Sa loob ng halos dalawang taon nating magkakilalala at magkahawak kamay, madami ako natutunan. Madami ako nakita. Madami magagandang alaala sa piling mo na masayang balik-tanawin. Lugar, bagay, food trip, adventures, at marami pang iba. Lahat ng yon ay itatago ko sa aking puso ngayon at magpakailanman. Wag kang mag-alala, andito pa rin ako kung kailangan mo ng isang karamay. Hindi kita kayang talikuran ng ganon na lang. Hindi kita kayang pabayaan ng basta-basta. Pero, marahil &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hanggang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; isang pagigng &lt;strong&gt;espesyal na tao&lt;/strong&gt; na lamang sa puso at buhay ko ang&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tangi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;kong maiaalay sa'yo. Hanggang dun lang muna sa pagkakataong ito. Walang labis, walang kulang. Madaming dahilan. Madami sitwasyong kaylangan isaalang-alang. Sana'y lubos mong maintindihan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salamat sa lahat-lahat.&lt;/strong&gt; Salamat sa isang tunay na pagmamahal. Salamat sa pagsasamang masaya at iniidolo ng iba. Salamat sa lahat ng hirap at sakripisyo. Salamat sa pag-alala na labis na nakakatunaw ng puso. Salamat sa pagiging tunay na karamay at katuwang ko. Salamat sa pagintindi sa mga hang-ups ko, sa paghintay ng oras ko. Salamat sa mga masasayang experience na naranasan ko sa piling mo. Salamat sa pagiging isang huwarang boypren. Salamat sa pagtanggap sa totoong ako, sa patuloy na pagmahal sakin kahit na ako na ang pinaka-mataray na nakilala mo. Salamat sa pagtanggap sa mga kaibigan ko at itinuring na barkada mo na din. Salamat sa bulaklak ( &lt;em&gt;na matagal na rin akong di nakatanggap mula sa'yo). &lt;/em&gt;Salamat sa mga sulat at regalo na sumisimbolo ng pagmamahal mo. Salamat sa Giant Pillow. &lt;em&gt;(hehe!)&lt;/em&gt; Salamat sa pagdamay sakin sa pagiging lakwatsera ko. Salamat sa lahat ng pawis na ginugol mo sa initan upang masamahan lang ako. Salamat sa patuloy na pagintindi. Salamat sa pagiging isang tunay na kaibigan. Salamat sa pagpapakilala mo skin sa mundo mo pati na rin sa mga mahal mo sa buhay. Salamat sa pag-share mo ng sarili, buhay at pangarap mo skin. Salamat sa mga &lt;strong&gt;importanteng tao&lt;/strong&gt; sa buhay mo dahil tinanggap nila ko ng bukas-kamay. Salamat sa pagturing nila na parang tunay nila akong anak (&lt;em&gt;and it makes my heart melt knowing that&lt;/em&gt;). Higit kanino man, salamat ng marami syo mismo. At walang katapusang salamat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sori sa nagawa ko. &lt;strong&gt;Sori pagiging isang &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ewan&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;Sori kung nasaktan kita. Sori at magulo pa rin ang isip ko. Sori kung naging isang tagong bahagi ka ng buhay ko. Sori kung di kita naipakilala sa buong mundo. Sori kung kalahati lang ng mundo ko ang naishare ko sa'yo. Sory sa pagtataray. Sori sa sakit at hapdi na naidulot ko. Sori kung di man lang kita naipaglaban sa kanila (&lt;em&gt;nung ayos pa tayo). &lt;/em&gt;Sori kung natakot ako. Sori at di kita naintindihan, nais ko lang naman na mapabuti ka. Sori kung bumalik nga ang mga kaibigan mo at ako naman ang nawala. Sori kung pakiramdam mo, binitiwan na kita&lt;em&gt; .&lt;/em&gt;Sori kung ako lang ang naging buhay mo. Sori kung sakin lang umikot ang mundo mo. Sori kung nasa dilim na bahagi ka pa rin ng buhay ko. Sori kung di kita naipagmalaki sa kanila. Sori sa lahat-lahat ng pagkakamali ko. At higit kanino man, sori ng marami sa'yo mismo. At walang katapusang sori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam kong hindi lang ako ang nagkamali. Aminin na natin na pareho tayong may kasalanan sa pangyayari. Hindi ko na sasabihin kung ano sa parte mo, ikaw dapat ang makadiskubre nun. Dahil ako, inaamin ko. Oo, meron din akong sariling parte ng pagkakamali at gagamitin ko yun upang magbago habang &lt;strong&gt;hinahanap ko ang sarili ko.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;****&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko &lt;strong&gt;mangako&lt;/strong&gt; dahil mismo ako, di din sigurado. Ayoko pangunahan ang hinaharap. Marahil, hanggang dito na lang muna tayo. Kaylangan na muna siguro nating magpahinga at&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; huminga &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ng wala ang isa't isa.. Hayaan nlang naten si destiny ang humatol. Bsta tatandaan mo, andito pa rin ako. Kahit bilang isang kaibigan na lang muna. Ako pa rin ung taong nakilala mo. Handa pa rin akong dumamay at iaalay ang aking balikat at kamay kung ito'y kaylangan mo, kung kaylangan mo ng isang tunay na &lt;strong&gt;kaibigan&lt;/strong&gt;. Itatak mo yan sa'yong puso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;****&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;perhaps, some good things never bound to  lasts".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-4663987239459338056?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/4663987239459338056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=4663987239459338056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/4663987239459338056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/4663987239459338056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/02/para-sayo-alam-kong-mahirap-pero.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-2025756945698241152</id><published>2007-02-14T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T04:53:55.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HAPPY HEART'S DAY TO &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE!" :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-2025756945698241152?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/2025756945698241152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=2025756945698241152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pre-Valentines. Spread the Love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weee, Valentines is in the air. Do you feel it? :) Two nights to go before the most awaited day for lovers and to those who are inlove. HEHE! How would your valentines be? As for me, i guess it would not be so "&lt;strong&gt;cold"&lt;/strong&gt; as well as not something &lt;strong&gt;"sweet",&lt;/strong&gt; perhaps i'm in the middle state. HAHA! But it's okey for me. Valentines day is not all about two people who are inlove. It's also &lt;strong&gt;LOVE &lt;/strong&gt;for family, friends, and to GOD! People who don't have somebody to share the "happy lovers day", don't be sad or bitter. Let's appreciate every little things around us and try to look who's worth the love. There are your &lt;strong&gt;friends&lt;/strong&gt;, whom you always share the fun and happiness of your youth. They are the one whom you can reveal your true self yet still embrace you with open arms. Your&lt;strong&gt; family&lt;/strong&gt;, who still stick with you through thick and thin. Who still loves you even if you seem their worst child after all. Who still look and wish the best in you after you failed them in one way or another. Let us made them feel that we love them among any other things in this world. They're the reason why we keep on surviving in this empty world. And lastly, our savior,&lt;strong&gt; GOD&lt;/strong&gt;. It's all about him. No questions asks. His the main reason why we keep on breathing. And let's give the credit to him. So why the sad face? Valentines day is just around the corner. A partner is not the solution to be happy in that day. There are lots of reason to smile and have fun. We just have to open our eyes and let it see the beauty of life even if we doesn't have somebody to call our &lt;strong&gt;"special&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;someone&lt;/strong&gt;":)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked me a while ago: "&lt;em&gt;Pano pag binigyan kita ng flowers sa valentines, tatanggapin mo&lt;/em&gt;?" then I make-face to him as if i'm saying like &lt;em&gt;"Bakit naman&lt;/em&gt;?", and then he just smiled. I dunno if I offended him in doing that. Hell yess! I would appreciate it, who wouldn't want to received a nice flowers ayt? It's every girls dream. But sadly, i cannot bring it at home (&lt;em&gt;parents rule&lt;/em&gt;) and that what i was thinking when he asked me that and so i replied as if i'm not interested. Pheww, I'm still young pa daw kasi said my folks. HAHA! Enough of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this photo while Karren and I was in school's pavillion(&lt;em&gt;under the umbrella),&lt;/em&gt; waiting for our next class last thursday. I actually got inspired. Never mind the pineapple juice HAHA!. It's was my finger (&lt;em&gt;the left&lt;/em&gt;) and Karren (right) met together to form that &lt;strong&gt;heart shape.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Spread the Love guys&lt;/strong&gt;! Valentine day comes only once a year. Let the important people in our lives made them feel that we cherish them so much and they have a special place in our heart no matter what. This is the time to say &lt;strong&gt;*mushy*&lt;/strong&gt;sweet nothings HAHA! I'm thinking of giving a &lt;strong&gt;heart-felt letter&lt;/strong&gt; to my friends. Something to smile for, and words to be remembered by heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table border="1"  style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://i10.tinypic.com/2ywvf2a.jpg" width="330" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Valentines Day is coming!* :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-5280669307185160207?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/5280669307185160207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/5280669307185160207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/02/pre-valentines.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i10.tinypic.com/2ywvf2a_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-8046031320186615178</id><published>2007-02-10T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T21:44:58.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A few good beers and a few good laugh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;My friday was spent with friends. Super &lt;strong&gt;FUN&lt;/strong&gt;! Amazingly &lt;strong&gt;AWESOME &lt;/strong&gt;night. :) We had a few drinks in Pier One. June, May and I do some&lt;strong&gt; emo&lt;/strong&gt; talk while waiting for Karren. I guess, the agenda for the night was well accomplished by us. Yess! We planned it up, so that any gaps or any misunderstanding againts each other can be solved. It's a &lt;strong&gt;GREAT friendship&lt;/strong&gt;! We don't want to waste it for hell. Laughing is our forte. I pressumed that's how all of us express ourselves. We had a good talk, and a few beers. It's&lt;strong&gt; girls-bonding getaway&lt;/strong&gt;. Just lame Marianne didn't come along. We waited for Karren that seems eternity and she came in late. There's a live band performing, Karren and May got hooked on listening. HAHA! We went to Cian's place at Vito Cruz right after, and continue the team building. That's where&lt;strong&gt; real hard drink&lt;/strong&gt; took place. Phooey, I got really &lt;strong&gt;tipsy&lt;/strong&gt; mann but i could still control myself though. I guess, i have a high tolerance to it. It's been a while since I got a taste of alcohol. HAHA! Such a lame for me. But last night was a cool bonding! I hope to make it happen again. Being &lt;strong&gt;drunk and tipsy&lt;/strong&gt; as you can be, setting aside your problems, dance as if no one is watching, sing like no one is listening, laugh as if there's no tomorrow, and speak your heart out are good refuge once in a while. Letting yourself be drown in alcohol makes you loosen up a little. We slept over at his place coz were too drunk to go home besides, streets were not safe in that ungodly hour of the night. I woke up early morning cos of a laboratory class, my lab report was made in the classroom and I came in late although it doesn't matter that much to my prof. HEHE! Anyhow, classmates also made their report there so i think i shouldn't felt guilty for neglecting it. :) Actually, i haven't gotten enough sleep. I was really drowsy during my last class today. I wanna crawl up to bed and have some nicey and comfy rest. I didn't got any good sleep cos Cian is such an&lt;strong&gt; insomniac&lt;/strong&gt;! While the rest were already sleeping and sluggish in bed, Cian keeps on talking to me even if i'm already half asleep due to the effect of the drinks we had. He said he can't sleep yet so he's opening a conversation. What i gonna do?! The poor man seems to be really sleep deprived so I listen to all his talks as long as I can hold my sanity. :) Haist! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night was really great for all of us. Happy moments with friends. I've been eager to do that before actually, I just couldn't cos of some reasons I wouldn't elaborate more. As of now, I'm &lt;strong&gt;enjoying my life&lt;/strong&gt; and taking what's life can offer me. I think I already found what makes me satisfied and happy in the real sense of the world. Blah-blah. Too much of talking. I better get off to bed. Enjoy the pics! :) I'll be uploading more in my multiply when I got time.&lt;em&gt; Toodle-loo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://i13.tinypic.com/30w5qoz.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://i4.tinypic.com/44uky93.jpg" width="320" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="250" src="http://i2.tinypic.com/4h020w9.jpg" width="340" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="250" src="http://i7.tinypic.com/2a5iucm.jpg" width="340" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="250" src="http://i7.tinypic.com/3z6zalt.jpg" width="340" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more pics &lt;a href="http://inseparableself.multiply.com/photos/album/37"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-8046031320186615178?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/8046031320186615178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=8046031320186615178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/8046031320186615178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/8046031320186615178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/02/few-good-beers.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i13.tinypic.com/30w5qoz_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-7984393301083196759</id><published>2007-02-08T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T02:52:49.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Libog lang pla.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa araw-araw na takbo ng buhay ko, minsan dumarating sa puntong napapaisp ako kung ano na ngyari skin. Kung may nagbago ba, may nadagdag, or my kulang pa ba? Umiikot ang aking buhay sa aking mga kaibigan, pamilya, eskuwelahan, bahay at kung ano pang anik-anik na dala ng pagiging isang babae ko. &lt;strong&gt;Labing siyam&lt;/strong&gt; na taon na akong humihinga sa mundo. At sa mga karanasan sa buhay marami akong natutunan. Minsan my punto na pakiramdam ko tinalikuran ako ng &lt;strong&gt;mundo,&lt;/strong&gt; minsan naman nakikisama siya skin, ung tipong ramdam ko na nakikisaya sya, nikikisaliw sa sayaw na nagpapaindak skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon, napaisip ako. Habang tumatanda ang tao, dumadami rin ang kanyang pangangailangan, gusto, luho, karanasan, damdamin, at kung ano-ano pang side trip. Ako? Syempre! Isa din ako sa mga tao na yun. Kabilang din ako sa kanila. Marami din ako gusto noh, sino bang hindi? At nais kong isa-isahin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mga gusto kong gawin sa &lt;strong&gt;sarili&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;buhay&lt;/strong&gt; ko at &lt;strong&gt;present:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;ul type="circle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gusto kong &lt;strong&gt;magpakulot&lt;/strong&gt;. Ung kulot na buhok na tama lang, mining d super kulot to the max. Gusto ko ung tip lang ng hairlaloo ko.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gusto kong &lt;strong&gt;kulayan&lt;/strong&gt; ang aking buhok ng &lt;strong&gt;medium brown&lt;/strong&gt;( &lt;em&gt;suggest ni bummage&lt;/em&gt;) o di kaya burgundy? Pula kaya?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gusto kong magkaron ng &lt;strong&gt;Pusha pink&lt;/strong&gt; na bag para kapartner ng jacket.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gusto kong magkaron ng koleksyon ng &lt;strong&gt;Chucks&lt;/strong&gt;(shoes) na may iba-ibang kulay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gusto kong matutong manigarilyo at magpaka adik dito ng isang linggo lang sympre! (&lt;em&gt;di ko kaya forever eh&lt;/em&gt;) at makisama sa &lt;strong&gt;yosi break&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gusto kong&lt;strong&gt; lumaklak&lt;/strong&gt; kasama mga kaibigan. Ako ang tanggero, tomador, promotor, lahat na pwera lang ang taya! :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nais kong mag-&lt;strong&gt;scuba diving&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gusto kong &lt;strong&gt;mag-bungee jumping&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tama ba spelling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?) at mag &lt;strong&gt;wall climbing&lt;/strong&gt; pati na rin &lt;strong&gt;umakyat ng bundok&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gusto kong &lt;strong&gt;magpakaliberated&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kahit alam kong di ko kaya!:c sbi nga ni van dalagang pilipina daw ako HAHA&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gusto kong maranasan maging isang &lt;strong&gt;lalaki&lt;/strong&gt; ng one week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gusto kong itry maging totoong &lt;strong&gt;bitch &lt;/strong&gt;at karirin toh!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gusto kong magbakasyon sa isang bukirin, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at &lt;em&gt;magtanim kaya ng palay? (HAHA!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pinapangarap kong ikutin ang &lt;strong&gt;buong mundo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gusto kong magpakadalubhasa sa pag manipulate ng &lt;strong&gt;Adobe Photoshop CS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dream kong maging isang &lt;strong&gt;web designer&lt;/strong&gt; ng isang sikat na &lt;strong&gt;fashion Magazine&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gusto kong mag &lt;strong&gt;modelo &lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ng billboard? hehe&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eager akong &lt;strong&gt;mag-drive&lt;/strong&gt; ng malalaking kotse at syempre gusto ko din matuto kung pano.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Matindi ang kagustuhan ko na mag &lt;strong&gt;road trip&lt;/strong&gt; kasama ang kaibigan o isang espesyal na tao&lt;strong&gt;(yikee!) &lt;/strong&gt;*blush* &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;sino kaya? haha).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ang pumunta sa &lt;strong&gt;Tagaytay, Antipolo, at Bohol&lt;/strong&gt; ang naglalaro sa aking isipan sa mga panahon na toh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gusto ko ng &lt;strong&gt;PINK&lt;/strong&gt; pero humahanga ako sa &lt;strong&gt;GREEN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adik akong bilhin ang iba pang available na kulay ng bago kong bili na &lt;strong&gt;jacket &lt;/strong&gt;which is Green and Black&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gusto kong sumayaw &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;sa bar syempre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) kasama ulit sina Karren and &lt;strong&gt;super friends&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mapanood ang &lt;strong&gt;sunset at sunrise&lt;/strong&gt; ng walang kakurap-kurap.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gusto kong &lt;strong&gt;sumigaw, magpagulong-gulong, tumalon at umindak.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Magkaron ng sandamakmak na &lt;strong&gt;libro&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(novels&lt;/span&gt;) sa aking bookshelves.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Manood ng &lt;strong&gt;Car Show&lt;/strong&gt; na worth it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Makatapak sa &lt;strong&gt;Italy&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;para madalaw ko ang aking minamahal na Ina).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mag &lt;strong&gt;tour&lt;/strong&gt; around the globe with a diplomat visa (asa?!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Matuto ng iba’t- ibang lenggwahe at interesado din ako sa &lt;strong&gt;culture &lt;/strong&gt;ng iba’t ibang bansa.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sana'y makapag aral ako ng &lt;strong&gt;International Studies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At higit sa lahat, gusto kong maranasan o makamtan lahat ng gusto ko (&lt;strong&gt;kahit parang imposible ung iba&lt;/strong&gt;).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sangkatutak ang gusto kong gawin at mangyari sa buhay ko. Kahit mismo ako nalulula eh. Pero sana at higit sa lahat ay sana makamit ko nga ang mga ito. Hindi ko ineexpect na isang iglap lang, alam kong sa aking journey malay naten matupad isa-isa dba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang aking sinabi ay bunga lamang ng aking&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;malikot na imahinasyon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, ika nga ni daena (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kaibigan at kapwa blogger&lt;/em&gt;),&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;LAHAT&lt;/strong&gt; ng yan ay &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LIBOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-7984393301083196759?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/7984393301083196759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/7984393301083196759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/02/libog-lang-pla.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-1680611812828584355</id><published>2007-02-06T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T04:43:54.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNTITLED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps things would never be the same again. I dunno what should I feel for the moment. I'm still confused if this is the way i really wanted to be. Or maybe I was not used to it? Or I just couldn't cope with the situation at the moment? It takes time, i know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not always the &lt;strong&gt;cry-baby&lt;/strong&gt; type of girl. But of course, we're humans and we have emotions. Crying is one of our nature. As for me, i say that if ever you see a tear falling from my eyes it's &lt;strong&gt;ONE TIME, BIG TIME.&lt;/strong&gt; It doesn't mean that I have a heart of stone or a cold one or i don't even know how! It's just i grew up learning how to shield my emotion. I've been hurt in my past journey. And I used it to stand still. I've experience to expect too much then gaining nothing in the end. Through life, i learned that strong people stays in the arena and the weak easily loses. &lt;strong&gt;I don't gamble with life&lt;/strong&gt;. I&lt;strong&gt; live&lt;/strong&gt; with it and try to &lt;strong&gt;learn &lt;/strong&gt;in any possible way. I always had this strong barrier in my self that only people I trust can see what's within. True, i am a &lt;strong&gt;secretive person&lt;/strong&gt;. I value my privacy that much. I'm not used being the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"talk of the town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;". I prefer more being the one who just keep silently but when you look deeper, you'll realized that there's more within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the surface, things are&lt;strong&gt; not&lt;/strong&gt; as perfect as they seem. I i found out that only people who trully care about me could actually notice it. Behind the smile and a soundy laugh is a girl who struggle to find her own happiness in a way of giving up something that matters to her life but can't do nothing about it but to give up cos that's what want life and faith to be. &lt;em&gt;Call it destiny or following the right trail, whichever you prefer. &lt;/em&gt;And in your life's struggle you would actually know who you're real friends are. Some was just a friend for a moment, some would go, passed by or just come along, some would used you, some who are not true and some who would frankly ask, "&lt;em&gt;what's going on with you, and why are you sad?, or is there something wrong?" &lt;/em&gt;I guess, the latter are the kind of friends who I can call &lt;strong&gt;treasurable.&lt;/strong&gt; People who doesn't have to be with me all the time but still takes time to ask me that kind of question. :) Thanks guys! *GroupHug*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may seem surreal but i dream of this &lt;strong&gt;perfect moment&lt;/strong&gt;. (&lt;em&gt;the photo&lt;/em&gt;) I took this when i passed by at the Baywalk late last year. Seems perfect for me. &lt;strong&gt;A very romantic ambiance&lt;/strong&gt;. I want to go back here once again and hopefully catch in my very own eyes the same scene in the picture....&lt;strong&gt;together &lt;/strong&gt;with the &lt;strong&gt;hands&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;strong&gt;SOMEONE&lt;/strong&gt; who would dare to truly make my&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;heart beat again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :) *wishful thinking*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 322px; HEIGHT: 238px" height="180" src="http://i15.tinypic.com/33ushl4.jpg" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-1680611812828584355?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/1680611812828584355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=1680611812828584355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/1680611812828584355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/1680611812828584355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/02/untitled.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i15.tinypic.com/33ushl4_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-476394632546716636</id><published>2007-02-06T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T01:32:00.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the last two days!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I woke up early even if i still feel sleepy. I have to do my laundry for the day. Stayed at the laundry area for almost 3 hrs. Whoo! Hands got worn out. After that, I rest for an hour then prepared myself cos i'm going to meet up with Karren at North Edsa (again?) HAHA! While waiting, i roamed around the mall. And sheesh, i can't refuse to myself in buying that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pusha pink jacket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that I saw. I got attracted the first time i lay my eyes on it and the next time i know i already handed the receipt. Pheww! Malls is really a &lt;strong&gt;big big&lt;/strong&gt; tempation to me that's why i'v been going out rare this days. Tried to go home as early as possible but way from North Edsa to my place (&lt;em&gt;and vice-versa)&lt;/em&gt; is really something! I supposed to review cos I had an exam the following day but what should i expect? &lt;em&gt;The girl was tired and half asleep when she got home.&lt;/em&gt; I just made a note to myself to come early in school to refresh my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I met up with Sherwin in &lt;em&gt;rob's place, ermita&lt;/em&gt; after my class. Jeez, it's been a while since the last time we went there together. Kinda miss the mall trips before. Decide to watch &lt;strong&gt;Blood and Chocolate&lt;/strong&gt; cos he already seen the &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Night at the Museum.&lt;/strong&gt; The movie was good. It's a way interesting cos of a&lt;em&gt; love that they want to fight againts all odds&lt;/em&gt;. We stroll for an hour, look for something interesting like &lt;strong&gt;gadgets!&lt;/strong&gt; I adore the Mac laptop! Mymymy, i think it's almost perfect. I want to have ONE only it is shockingly priced and that I know I couldn't afford! We look for digicams cos he want to replaced his old one. Sherwin has been a gadget freak eversince. HEHE! I think I acquired my interest to gadgets cos of him.  But it's okey as long as you limit yourself to what you can only have ayt?  &lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Fields&lt;/strong&gt; cookies were really yummy as in &lt;strong&gt;YUMMY! :)&lt;/strong&gt; I only had a taste of it and I think i got addicted for I am wanting some more. Yey! It's different among others. Hmmpf! I gonna buy another set when I go to mall next time. For me it's one of the best! HAHA! Really addictive. *smile*smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-476394632546716636?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/476394632546716636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=476394632546716636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/476394632546716636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/476394632546716636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/02/last-two-days-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-860660038870292752</id><published>2007-02-03T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T04:05:12.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kwentong karanasan!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4:45pm&lt;/strong&gt;. Kahapon. Biyernes. Inaya ako ni Karren na pumunta ng &lt;strong&gt;Sm North Edsa&lt;/strong&gt;. D naman talaga ako sasama, at wala din akong balak sumama. Bkit nya ako inaya? Ksi &lt;strong&gt;SALE &lt;/strong&gt;sa Sm. &lt;strong&gt;3-day sale&lt;/strong&gt;. Pero dahil mejo badtrip ako ngayong araw na to, at gusto kong maglabas ng sama ng loob sa tinuturing kong tunay na kaibigan, nagpaubaya na ako. Eto lang din kasi ung time na pwede kami magusap dalawa. Naisip ko, sa byahe ko na lang ikkwento sa kanya ang problema ko. At ayun nga, nag abang kami ng fx na may karatulang &lt;strong&gt;project 6&lt;/strong&gt;, pero napansin ko na sa 30 minutos naming pagiintay at mukhang tutubuan na kami ng ugat sa paa, la pa ring fx na dumadaan. Actually meron pero ayaw nila maglabas ng karatula na di ko mawari sa anong kadahilanan! So ayun, ngalakad-lakad kami sa city hall at napagpasyahan namin ni Karren na mag jip nlang kmi. So &lt;strong&gt;ngarag kung ngarag&lt;/strong&gt; sa byahe bsta makapunta lang sa Sm. Halos puno ung nasakyan namin pero sabi ni mamang driver dalawa pa daw e di &lt;strong&gt;go&lt;/strong&gt; naman kami pero pagakaupo ko di ko na mapasok ung buong katawan ko! Napansin ko na kalating pwetan lang ang nakaupo skin. Hay, ayun keri pa rin! Inaalis ko na ang lahat ng kaartehan sa kawatan ko. At pano ba naman si manong na katabi nmin eh parang walang pakialam. Mukhang todo upo pa rin siya. Napa-ungentleman! Hmpf! Ganito na ba tlga ang mga guys ngyon?! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5:30pm.&lt;/strong&gt; Sa buong byahe namin, wala kaming kapaguran ni Karren sa pagkkwentuhan. &lt;strong&gt;Go&lt;/strong&gt; kung go talaga ang mga bakla. Kahit napapasulyap na smin ang ibang pasahero dahil sa aming walang tigil na pagdadaldalan, wa&lt;strong&gt; care&lt;/strong&gt; pa rin. hehe. Pero symepre di naman kami super maingay. Nakakatuwa lang kasi para kaming my sariling mundo na pati si mamang driver ng jip ay napapatingin na rin smin sa pamamagitan ng rearview mirror nya. hahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6:00pm.&lt;/strong&gt; Traffic. Nagsisimula na rin akong mangarag at makaramdam ng pagod. Pakiramdam ko nasa pagmumukha ko na ang lahat ng alikabok na maaring malanghap at dumikit sa balat. At mukhang malayo-malayo pa kami sa aming destinasyon. Trapik talaga sa kahabaan ng Quezon Ave. hay, d na nagbago. At byernes pa kaya ayun, mas lalong maraming tao sa kalye. Sa mga oras na to, marami na rin kaming napagusapan ng aking kaibigan. Halos lahat na ata ng topic eh aming natalakay na at nabigyan ng komento. Sympre my halong tawanan at joke time. Kahit nasa pampublikong sasakyan kami, &lt;strong&gt;keri &lt;/strong&gt;pa rin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:00pm.&lt;/strong&gt; Malapit na kami sa Sm, sa wakas!! Di ko akalain na bbyahe ako ng ganun kalayo. My malapit na mall naman smen dba?! Dumayo pa ako dun. Nakakatawa na ewan! HEHE! &lt;strong&gt;Grabayshush&lt;/strong&gt; to the maximum level pero masaya naman at enjoy talaga ko.Parang adventure na rin para skin un. Kc first time ko at first time ko din makita ang &lt;strong&gt;Quezon City Circle. &lt;/strong&gt;Ang pinagmamalaki ni Karren na teretoryo nyana ginagawa nmning biro. HAHA! Nakakatuwa. Wala lang. Ayan ang resulta ng pagiging lakwatsera ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:30pm.&lt;/strong&gt; Kumain muna kami sa KFC kasi sobrang gutom na kami. Nakadalawang rice ang lola mo! &lt;strong&gt;lafang kung lafang&lt;/strong&gt; talaga kasi d ko ngmeryenda kaya ayun. D ko na napigilan ang gutom at nawala na ang &lt;strong&gt;pagka-finess&lt;/strong&gt; ng bakla na umabot sa napapatingin nlang skin ung katabi naming babae(&lt;em&gt;nsa kabilang table sila actually).&lt;/em&gt; Kala nya cguro d ko kumain ng buong araw. HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:00pm.&lt;/strong&gt; Nagsimula na kaming maglibot sa mall. Nakabili ng tig-isang damit ako at si Karren. Mahilig talaga kami sa ganun. Nagpapaka-adik kahit d naman dapat HEHE! sa masaya kami eh. Pero sa mga oras na to, pagod na ang katawan namin. &lt;strong&gt;Ngarag &lt;/strong&gt;na tlg! pero ang utak namen, go go pa rin.Ayaw paawat. Nakukuha pa nming mag joke time at magusap ng kung anu-anu. In fairness, naibsan ng unti ang lungkot na aking nararadam at problema na meron ako dahil sa trip namin na yun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:00pm.&lt;/strong&gt; Umalis na kami ng Mall. Pumnta na kmi sa Edsa para mag abang ng bus para makauwi ako. At pag minamalas-malas ka nga naman! Ang hirap sumakay. Ang hirap makahanap ng Aircon Bus na diretso samn! Ayoko kc ng ordinary dahil panigurado, baka d na ko makaabot smin ng buhay sa sobrang &lt;strong&gt;kaskasero&lt;/strong&gt; ng mga driver. Halos ubos na ung kasabayan nmn naghihintay din ng bus e andun pa rin kmi ni Karren. &lt;strong&gt;Bangag&lt;/strong&gt; na kmi, dinadaan lng nmn sa tawa at joke! Ng sa wakas, my nkita nrin ako na aircon. Natuwa namn ako dhil makakaupo nrin ako sa wakas. Inaantok na rin ang bakla. D ko na keri. Pero nagkamali rin pla ako, pati din pla si manong driver na bus na sinakyan ko, eh langya! Ang hilig sumingit at makipagunahan sa edsa na tipong la ng bukas sa kanya kaya ang resulta, di na ako natulog sa takot na bigla na lang akong sumubsob. Nakinig nalng ako sa aking ipod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10:45pm.&lt;/strong&gt; Ang layo talaga ng lugar na yun. Kakatapak ko lang sa gate namen. Antok na antok na ako. Parang bibigay na ang katawan ko, pati binti ko masakit na rin. Dahan-dahan ko pa binuksan ang pinto nmin para walang magsing sa mga kasam-bahay ko. D na ko kumain, dahil parang mapapapikit narin ang aking mga mata. nghilamos at natulog na lang. Maaga pa pala ako bukas dahil ako ay maylaboratory class pa. Hay.. &lt;strong&gt;*hikab*hikab*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sa kabuuan &lt;strong&gt;masaya&lt;/strong&gt; naman ako. Nagenjoy kahit ang daming &lt;strong&gt;hassle.&lt;/strong&gt; Simpleng trip lang na ganun, &lt;strong&gt;happy happy&lt;/strong&gt; na ko. Mababaw sa tingin ng ibang tao, pero bakit ba?! walang pakialamanan. HEHE! Nawala sa isip ko panandalian ang problema na kinakaharap ko ngayong araw na to. Naaliw ako sa tamang trip namin. Sa uulitin mare. Di ko makakalimutan ang karanasan na toh. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-860660038870292752?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/860660038870292752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=860660038870292752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/860660038870292752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/860660038870292752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/02/kwentong-karanasan-445-pm.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-2372994501892839424</id><published>2007-02-02T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T03:23:45.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heart-to-Heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We had a talked. Things been settled for the meantime. I dunno how long. It's better this way, i guess. It's what my &lt;strong&gt;heart &lt;/strong&gt;speak of, and perhaps i realized this is what i really &lt;strong&gt;need&lt;/strong&gt; all this time....&lt;strong&gt;No strings attached&lt;/strong&gt;, but then the &lt;strong&gt;special place &lt;/strong&gt;will always remain&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-2372994501892839424?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/2372994501892839424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=2372994501892839424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/2372994501892839424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/2372994501892839424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/02/we-had-talked.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-303154227653672920</id><published>2007-01-31T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T01:31:45.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chilly feeling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez! It's really chilly out here. I was wactching the news last night and it was reported that yesterday &lt;strong&gt;January 30, 2007&lt;/strong&gt; was the &lt;strong&gt;Coldest day&lt;/strong&gt; ever here in our country. Really? hehe.. kidding aside it was really cold nowadays. I even feel it, actually almost all of the people seemed to notice that the weather changed from hot to cold breeze. I think I liked it more, only I'm not a &lt;em&gt;winter person&lt;/em&gt; ever since cos i easily get chilled. I brought a jacket today and it's useful. Classroom's aircon has a high temperature and even outside the room, the cold feeling never cease. Especially while i was on the way home wee, so cold. HAHA! I heard that it could go on for days up to the first week of February or maybe until the Valentines's day. So for the lovers, a jacket is a must! or anything to keep you warm guys. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off the topic. I had a six hrs vacant today. I dunno if i should be happy or annoyed? So much idle time for the day! I didn't have any laboratory class cos prof was not around. Mumay and me just stayed in pavillion to kill time. Hay, endless chit-chat. She never runs out of stories to tell. My minicake (&lt;em&gt;mumay)&lt;/em&gt; is really talkative though she don't admit. HAHA! Waiting for 6pm class seems to be &lt;strong&gt;lame&lt;/strong&gt; especially to find out that Atty. Luna (the &lt;em&gt;prof.)&lt;/em&gt; was not around again. We just signed  a petition letter for the Dean requesting to allow our class to make it one day with 3 straight hrs classes instead of splitting it into two meetings. It would be in favor for me so that my friday will not also suffer for another long vacant time. Yey!! We just headed home after school. Nothing much to do. But hey, friends and I are plannig to go to Tagaytay! Sheesh, I got excited! Date was not marked in the calendar but hoping it will be soon. Car show in Ortigas is something to look forward too. We want to watch! HAHA! &lt;em&gt;Adik! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-303154227653672920?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/303154227653672920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=303154227653672920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/303154227653672920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/303154227653672920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/01/chilly-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-2006266301768370335</id><published>2007-01-30T04:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T03:17:00.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's talk about EMOTION&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's my current state of mind&lt;/strong&gt;? Actually I've been confused for a moment. I was torn between responsibility and being a free-spirit girl who just try to find her happiness. I guess I will be having a hard time explaining what's going in my life now. I can't actually say all things here, cos I still value my privacy that only people close to my life are allowed to intervene. Sharing a deep part of me is difficult for I'm always the secretive type. I may seem a real talker with friends but when it comes to my life, I don't actually say a lot of things. I'm more of a listener that the one who do the talking. I feel more giving an advice to somebody than me taking a bit of it. I'm really stubborn at times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Love talks. Emotion give in. I knew it was coming, I just didn't take notice. I never knew this is the time. I thought I could still handle, i thought I can still make it work. But sometimes, all we have to do is let it happen for you can never stop what's meant to be. It's hard for me. Unusual to say these things. Maybe it's really true that something has to come along in able for you to realized important things. I have to do this before it's too late that could make me regret something in the end. I know i have to follow what my heart truly says: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It needs a break, for the meantime&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I want to &lt;strong&gt;breathe&lt;/strong&gt; for a while. I want to find myself. I think I lost my identity cos of being too much dependent to someone. I want to face the world on my own feet. Cos if i still stand to where I was, I would never know myself all along. Yeah, I want independence. I want to learn on my own without having the assurance that somebody is there waiting to be needed. I just could never learn that way, why? because I keep on coming back to him and hold on that results to being dependent all over again. It will be a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;vicious cycle&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know it will be better that way. We will both learn from it. Especially me, i want to prove to myself that "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You'll never know what you're missing until it gone&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/em&gt; really works. Besides, guilty feeling will never be out. I had responsibities that need more of my attention than just being a happy-go-lucky person who just think of herself. Perhaps both of us could enjoy that set-up until I'm finally ready. Honestly, full happiness was out of my reach. I felt guilty, uneasy, uncomfortable and a bit unhappy all along. I just couldn't admit it to myself before. I keep on shielding that emotion inside me. I found out that I was a &lt;em&gt;little freaky coward&lt;/em&gt; in the past. But now, realization strikes me. I already made up my mind. Maybe, this is the time i've been waiting for so long. I have to take the risks. I'm just so sorry for the hurt I might cause you..=( This is the only way i could think of to make things work. We need a &lt;strong&gt;little growing up&lt;/strong&gt;. And in that way, we could learn to appreciate even small things. &lt;em&gt;There are still lots of reason for this sudden outburst that I decided not to elaborate here and just keep it private.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't expect the world and it's people to understand what i'm going through right now. I don't have to explain myself to everybody. I don't asks for their sympathy or anything. It's my decision and no one provoked me. I took the risk and I'm willing take the consequences it might bring. I don't give a damn shi*t to people who seem to misjudge me for something they don't really know what it's all about! I just hope that if i might fall or the world would turn it's back on me in the end of the road..&lt;strong&gt;true friends&lt;/strong&gt; will be there, ready to catch me and give me a &lt;strong&gt;tap&lt;/strong&gt; saying things will be okey and they're hanging on. So goodluck to myself. &lt;em&gt;Carry on&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Love can wait. Let's enjoy life cos we're still young. Lots of opportunities is still wating ahead of us. Though we let passed some of it, a new one can still come, who knows, it may be better than the last right? :) *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-2006266301768370335?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/2006266301768370335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=2006266301768370335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/2006266301768370335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/2006266301768370335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/01/lets-talk-about-emotion.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-6328718094123877510</id><published>2007-01-29T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T03:46:17.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New addiction.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAHOO! I'm on&lt;strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.Flickr.com/photos/ka3nakhaye/" target="_blank"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; now. And I started uploading photos. I think i liked it more than in my&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inseparableself.multiply.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Multiply&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAHA! I also got my own&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;badge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;em&gt;that box with photos in my SnapShots in the side bar&lt;/em&gt;) another YEHEY to me. I preferred their features and how the photos are being presented. I got a new addiction..ya-ya-yay! I actually uploaded the nicey photos that i had ever since i was lured in taking photos especially me not being the subject! HEHE! I already stopped being a narcissist ok?! kidding. If you want to view my new photo gallery just go and click the &lt;strong&gt;My flickr&lt;/strong&gt; in my sidebar. =) Comments is very much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my exam in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Envi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and it absolutely makes my head ached a lot. I reveiwed last night although i got sleepy in the latter part (&lt;em&gt;just continued it on the way to scho&lt;/em&gt;ol), but when i got to read the questionnaire, &lt;em&gt;oh my my! &lt;/em&gt;I think it was a nightmare! I just keeping my fingers cross at the moment. I had a consecutive exams for this week. I should take studies seriously this days. I had to set aside unncessary things that's been going on my life now. I need more focused on important things. Confused as i am, i have to control it before it controls me. I had to put my barriers up for the mean time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-6328718094123877510?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/6328718094123877510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/6328718094123877510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/01/yahoo-im-in-flickr-now.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-4587845297413618355</id><published>2007-01-27T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T03:40:31.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A sudden realization.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a tiring day for me. My legs hurt. I was in North Edsa after school with my hunn, Karren. We stroll along the mall and had a talk. It just nice to spend time with her. Yeah, we see each other in school everyday of the week &lt;em&gt;(except sunday of course!)&lt;/em&gt; but having a nice chit-chat makes my day bright. I really enjoy quality time. &lt;em&gt;I also want to say sorry about last term mare.&lt;/em&gt; Sorry for being an &lt;strong&gt;idiot.&lt;/strong&gt; Y'know my reasons. I just didn't made it clear to you and marianne before anything else. &lt;em&gt;Nagtampo din ako snyu nun cos i feel outcasted whenever i go along with the girls&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Feeling ko parang baliwala na ko sa nyu. &lt;/em&gt;Then karren admitted to me that they were really had a &lt;em&gt;tampo din pala&lt;/em&gt; to me cos i acted as if i didn't know them whenever we passed along the corridors. Sorry, so much sorry mares. I felt like i missed a lot. That's why i became aloof and decided not to be with you for a while. Having a bf is not that important to me if it means losing the friendship that almost stands for years. Um, i wanna cry. ='( Thinking of that stupidity makes me realized a lot of things. I just really miss the &lt;strong&gt;good old times&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't know if i have to give up something to make the other thing stay which also matters to me. I'm talking about a relationship &lt;strong&gt;with somebody&lt;/strong&gt; and my &lt;strong&gt;relationship with my friends&lt;/strong&gt; that i felt soo much happy whenever i'm with them. I know i don't have to choose between the two because i knew you wouldn't let me guys. Eww, i'm being &lt;strong&gt;dramatic!&lt;/strong&gt; Anyhow, it's just a misunderstanding. Everything is starting to be clear in my vision. I'm actually trying to make up with the times that supposedly we could spend. I'm always here for you hunn (karren) and marianne. Eventhough mariel and jossie seems to have their own life, &lt;strong&gt;bhi-i-cube&lt;/strong&gt; will stand still. I admire karren for being that strong. She's the one who never let go. Hail to you godmother! HEHE! The founder eh? kidding aside. Let marianne enjoys her own share of happiness with her bf. I know and i have faith that she'll be back. Like me, I know i have my share of mistakes and neglects but i did come back! Ready, alive and kicking for good memories that we're still be sharin. **Cheers** For a friendship which i know i would treasure and will surely lasts. Let's seize the moment before it gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's bad to delete photos especially if it looks &lt;strong&gt;nice, interesting and something to cherish on&lt;/strong&gt;. So i will just put here some of the pics that we took during vacant period and bonding time with hunn at the mall. I'm looking forward this coming Saturday, hope moolah will not be my problem.hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img height="230" src="http://i11.tinypic.com/2v3fu34.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img height="230" src="http://i11.tinypic.com/48cokcp.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img height="230" src="http://i3.tinypic.com/348o848.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img height="210" src="http://i11.tinypic.com/2wdqa2s.jpg" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-4587845297413618355?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/4587845297413618355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=4587845297413618355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/4587845297413618355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/4587845297413618355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-was-tiring-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i11.tinypic.com/2v3fu34_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-1826538732294987311</id><published>2007-01-26T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T04:37:15.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bumming around!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a bum today! I don't wanna move even a single step. All i want to do is lie down in my bed and sleep! sleep! sleep! Good thing prof in ObCon is not around that' why i got home early. School is boring this day. Nothing special. Nothing interesting. Nothing different. I can't go out after school cos my allowance is just enough for the week. I'm just a way shy to ask for an extra when we're being teached to save money and do our own budgeting of allowance. It just there were days that i exceed to my limit that's why i suffer before the month ends for a shortage . HEHE! Didn't do anything unusual in my every day life. But hell! I'm craving for adventure. My feet is itchy. Ampf! Myhow, maybe i'll just share the photos taken a while ago while me and mumay is waiting for the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 192px; HEIGHT: 242px" height="220" src="http://i10.tinypic.com/313g4qq.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's better this way, i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="220" src="http://i1.tinypic.com/2n0o45j.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pairing my shoes with mumay, only mine is a chuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-1826538732294987311?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/1826538732294987311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=1826538732294987311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/1826538732294987311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/1826538732294987311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/01/bumming-around-im-such-bum-today-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i10.tinypic.com/313g4qq_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-1198829716845589850</id><published>2007-01-25T23:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T03:17:23.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a Career talk.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuya allowed me to use his fone for a couple of days while his using mine. And of course! Camwhoring at school never fails. HAHA! Got addicted but we had fun. We never realized that time pass by quickly that it's almost 6pm. Motorola V3x is a way good. I liked the resolution of that phone. Only how, it's bulky and kinda big for my tiny hands. I'll try wooing mom for a brand new cellphone cos the one that i'm using now is starting to give up although not totally. I think my phone is asking for a break. HEHE! But i'm still gonna use it until I replace it with a new one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We had a seminar in the AV room about Career talk of Industrial Engineers. I guess it's a success for the organizers. Us, the audience appreciate the talk that the guest speakers did. Well, i'm impressed with what they shared to us. The tips, the stories behid their success, the things that they've gone through, the nicey line that they've said and a lot more. Learning has never been fun like that. We got to acquire many ideas from them. I'm looking forward for a the next year Career Talk, when i'm already a senior. Pheew! Time really flies that fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I liked to end my post by quoting the words from one of the guest speaker which is currently working in Levis Strauss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; look for a job, look for a career."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i agree.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-1198829716845589850?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/1198829716845589850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=1198829716845589850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/1198829716845589850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/1198829716845589850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/01/career-talk_25.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-3922478977084627748</id><published>2007-01-23T22:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T06:13:59.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what I want?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to see how beautiful life can be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I want to see how would I be twenty years from now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I want to see if there's tomorrow for you and me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I want to see if you're my destiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giddyyeah! I'm inspired to write that kind of crap eh? i dunno. HAHA! &lt;em&gt;shoot me. &lt;/em&gt;I actually don't have any decent to say for the mean time. Maybe i should take a break in blogging. watchatink guys? Oh! Um, i try. HEHE! But if i can't resist the call of my passion, y'know what it means. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodle-loo!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-3922478977084627748?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/3922478977084627748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=3922478977084627748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/3922478977084627748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/3922478977084627748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-i-want-i-want-to-see-how-beautiful_23.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-561942113639972251</id><published>2007-01-22T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T05:54:59.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It goes like this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Selfish.&lt;br /&gt;Brat.&lt;br /&gt;Sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;Unemotional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;Materialistic.&lt;br /&gt;Egoistic.&lt;br /&gt;Sucker&lt;br /&gt;Numb.&lt;br /&gt;Drama-hater.&lt;br /&gt;Coward.&lt;br /&gt;Escaper.&lt;br /&gt;Biatch.&lt;br /&gt;Indecisive&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f*ck up!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-561942113639972251?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/561942113639972251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=561942113639972251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/561942113639972251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/561942113639972251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-goes-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-3167028153901467644</id><published>2007-01-21T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T03:11:04.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GYAHH! I changed my layout. I got worn out with the last. This is just my second skin from the moment i formally blog. It's more simple and fit to my taste. I'm just too lazy to put lots of stuff in my sidebar. Maybe when i have the whole day to do blogging. Besides, dial up really sucks!! I can't believe kuya is still not deciding whether to change it to broadband or dsl! I have to insist. HEHE! My &lt;a href="http://inseparableself.multiply.com"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt; site hasn't been updated for months i think. I have lots of photos to upload but doesn't have the time actually. Nothing much to say. Toodles! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-3167028153901467644?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/3167028153901467644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=3167028153901467644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/3167028153901467644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/3167028153901467644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-like-gyahh-i-changed-my-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-6382959119273702093</id><published>2007-01-20T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T02:59:22.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm starting to kiss dating goodbye.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gone shopping alone after school. Became an impulsive buyer but i'm happy&lt;em&gt; la-de-da. &lt;/em&gt;Supposed to go on a teambuilding with karren and may @ sian's place but ended up nothing. Perhaps next week. I'm losing my apetite. Dunno why. Marianne and I shared the same dilemma. The past months, i just love eating but now it seems i was too preoccupied. Receive a text msg from someone while i'm in my laboratory class then everything turn's out black. Mood suddenly change then find myself confinding to Mayan during the lunch break. Puff! That's why i dropped by at the nearby mall in our place to ease up, and so ended up shopping. Too weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, i just plugged in my earphones and start listening to the good old song and let myself escape from solace and find peace in a place possible where no one could ever imagine, even for just a dream while finding comfort in my favorite pillow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-6382959119273702093?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/6382959119273702093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=6382959119273702093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/6382959119273702093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/6382959119273702093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-starting-to-kiss-dating-goodbye.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-4957838259371680418</id><published>2007-01-19T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T02:45:07.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;foundation day '07.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Masaya. Madaming booths. Iba-ibang pakulo. My klase pa rin. Di nagpaawat mga prof. Pero lang quiz. Nakisaya sa quadrangle. Tumambay sa Mountineering club. Nag-feeling member pero hindi naman. HAHA! Nag aspire mag climb and rapell pero natalo ng takot at hiya. Sa ibang pagkakataon siguro. Nakita si Spiderman &lt;em&gt;(kuno&lt;/em&gt;) na nagrapell  at nakakatuwa siya. Parang marunong na hindi. HEHE! Naglaro ng Marvel vs. ekek (&lt;em&gt;di ko na matandaan eh&lt;/em&gt;) sa laptop ni kuya kim sa pag gabay ni sian. Kalaban ko si mumay pero natalo ako sa ilang round. Di kasi ako sanay. Pero ang pinaka hindi ko makakalimutan ay ung nanood ako ng &lt;strong&gt;Biz Show na to&lt;/strong&gt;! sa quadrangle kasama ang mga kapwa ko IE. Masaya kami. Naaliw sa dalawang Dj ng &lt;strong&gt;Love radio 90.7&lt;/strong&gt; na si Nicole and Chris. Napatawa nila kami ng husto. Grabe! Napahagikhik at muntikan ng sumakit and panga sa sobrang paghalakhak sa mga banat nila. Nagpikchuran kami kasama ang mga kaibigan. Naranasan kong umupo sa gitna ng kwadrangle ng school habang nakatayo sa harap ko si mumay. Nag astang parang modelo sa pagtayo. HAHA! Tumawa ng tumawa kay Karren habang naglalaro siya ng game . Ung pagkuha ng lobo na nakapiring ka pero nakakasilip din sya. (&lt;em&gt;hindi alam ng moderator un)&lt;/em&gt; HEHE! Balak ko din sanang subukan pero hindi ko na tinuloy. Pinilit si Toby na mag climb para makabenta si karren. Buti naman pumayag. HEHE! Iniisip kong maging applicant ng MC pero mukhang hindi ako capable, hanggang pangarap na lang siguro. Nagkaroon ng idea na mag apply din sa Pavillion Cardinals dahil sa masayang mga bek-bek pero natakot dahil sa kwento ni June nung ininduct sya. Gusto bumili ng bag ng PIIE kc my plus pts kay Sir Norona pero nagdalawang isip. Di ko din naman kasi trip ung bagelya nila. Ampf! Goodbye na lang bag! Kumain ng Pizza na di gaanung kasarapan dun sa booth ng Pizza Hut. Kumain din ng Saging con yelo kasama si mumay pero hindi rin masarap. Kulang sa lasa kasi take-out (&lt;em&gt;lugi kami&lt;/em&gt;). Gusto pang manood ng talent show pero kailangan ng umuwi kasi sasabay ako kay mariel. Sabi nila masaya daw at nakakatawa. Nanghinayang tuloy ako. Dapat manonood din ako ng Mapua Cardinals pero nag back out, wala na kayang ticket tska ang mahal noh! La din naman akong susuportahan dun. HEHE! Humanga sa Car Show ng mga ME. Crush ko ung Hot Pink na kotse. Shemay! Astigg mga kotse na andun! Nakakaailw din. Yan lahat nangyari. Masaya din naman pero my oras na boring. Next year ulit! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-4957838259371680418?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/4957838259371680418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=4957838259371680418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/4957838259371680418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/4957838259371680418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/01/foundation-day-07.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-4797638672022413451</id><published>2007-01-18T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T23:46:56.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kowtsy kowt!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"God has given us this gift called LIFE but so many people don't even open the gift wrapper. What am i saying? Don't swallow.. Rather, &lt;strong&gt;taste, chew, savor and chew&lt;/strong&gt; again all of life's experiences. &lt;strong&gt;Dance&lt;/strong&gt; under the &lt;strong&gt;rain&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Walk barefoot&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt; Dream&lt;/strong&gt; dreams and pursue them with all your heart. &lt;strong&gt;Smile at strangers&lt;/strong&gt;. Pray like a child. &lt;strong&gt;Life is too beautiful to miss."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"We used to think that life is a&lt;strong&gt; fairytale&lt;/strong&gt;. Full of magic, exciting, vivid! But that was a long time ago... Now we know that there's more to life than just "&lt;strong&gt;happily ever after..."&lt;/strong&gt; We've learned that we get wiser each day and no fairy can lead us to a happy ending..We decide..we struggle..And somehow we begin to understand..that we have the power..&lt;strong&gt;to make each day better than yesterday. =)"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Ophra says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;: Leaving a love you've suddenly &lt;strong&gt;outgrown &lt;/strong&gt;can be heartbreakin, but it also shows you're str0ng enuf 2 walk away frm a relationship dat no l0nger makes u &lt;strong&gt;happy&lt;/strong&gt;. Movin out of ur c0mfort zone can be &lt;strong&gt;downryt scary&lt;/strong&gt;, but it also proves just how brave u r 2 take on the unknown. Stronger, braver, wiser..U always do a &lt;strong&gt;little growing up everytym u do a little letting go.. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-4797638672022413451?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/4797638672022413451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=4797638672022413451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/4797638672022413451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/4797638672022413451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/01/kowtsy-kowt-god-has-given-us-this-gift.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-4013562189609840448</id><published>2007-01-17T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T16:19:51.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;emotional suicide.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tears and Rain &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James Blunt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How I wish I could surrender my soul;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Shed the clothes that become my skin;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;See the liar that burns within my needing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How I wish I'd chosen darkness from cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How I wish I had screamed out loud,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Instead I've found no meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could walk through the doors of my mind;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hold memory close at hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Help me understand the years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How I wish I could choose between Heaven and Hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How I wish I would save my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm so cold from fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Far, far away; find comfort in pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-4013562189609840448?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/4013562189609840448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=4013562189609840448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/4013562189609840448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/4013562189609840448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/01/emotional-suicide.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-7750252088243361934</id><published>2007-01-16T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T04:08:55.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friends keep me alive.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm broke! Spell the word! Allowance is keeping me tight. I've been going out with friends lately and my one month allowance is getting me sick! Huhu! I haven't save anything yet. Most of the time we eat (&lt;em&gt;yeah! foodtrip with mae&lt;/em&gt;) but i don't regret even if it's out of my plan for this term and to my oh-so-called new yr's resolution. HEHE! I miss my girlfriends. I've been with them most of the time. I am nostalgic to the &lt;strong&gt;laugh, kilig moments, kakikayan, teasing, gigling and a lot more&lt;/strong&gt;! I spent my vacant period with them. Um, i'm really the kind of person who's very attached to my friends. I just can't live without their company. Funny moments is not complete without these guys . Yeah, i treasured a friend soo much! I may look unfriendly but if you know me more, i can make out friends easily. I may look &lt;strong&gt;mataray&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;suplada&lt;/strong&gt; at first look but when you start talking to me, you can go out of the room with a smile in your face. I know who to treasure and who will just pass along.  Although i'm not the mushy type of girl, i know how to made my friends feel special. I know how to make the friendship stay alive and keep burning. Petty fights is normal, it makes us more strong. I &lt;strong&gt;lablablab &lt;/strong&gt;you guys!! You're worth the shot! I miss &lt;strong&gt;bhi-i-cube&lt;/strong&gt;. I try catching up in the lost time with mayan and kenken. And the rest of my mare's: &lt;strong&gt;JoC, Mariel, Junejune, Mumay&lt;/strong&gt;. You mare's really made me laugh real hard. HAHA! I can be &lt;strong&gt;me &lt;/strong&gt;when i'm with them. My &lt;strong&gt;devil twin&lt;/strong&gt; comes out when we start joking and teasing each other. We have to make the most of out time together cos time will pass out for all we know. I'll still be here for you guys! *&lt;strong&gt;huGs&amp;amp;kisses* *mwaauuh!* **super yakap ng mahigpi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;t**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="pink" border="2"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="tambay!" src="http://i14.tinypic.com/2gwgy92.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="pink" border="2"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me, Mayan. Mumay and Karren!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="my circle of friends!" src="http://i1.tinypic.com/43r31g8.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Colorful guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="pink" align="center" border="2"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="sa pavillion! addik! HAHA!" src="http://i11.tinypic.com/2zri2vs.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ang kukulit nila! HEHE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-7750252088243361934?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/7750252088243361934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=7750252088243361934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/7750252088243361934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/7750252088243361934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/01/friends-keep-me-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i14.tinypic.com/2gwgy92_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-1773188857241221433</id><published>2007-01-15T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T05:52:56.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It bothers me the most.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama is leaving today. I am supposed to come along in the airport but ended up staying at home. I gonna miss mama, that's for sure. It will be long before i could see her again. I hope she can come in my graduation day. *&lt;strong&gt;Happy trip Ma =)*&lt;/strong&gt; Although your vacation was not all about going to places here but rather for you to rest, we understand. You need it the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still undecided. But i think i have to face the reality even if it scares me a lot. Things should be clear before it's too late. But i don't know where to start. My mind is saying lots of things but words can't be found to utter it. I kept asking myself why does it have to come along? This kind is feeling caught me real hard! I wasn't expecting it to happen. It just came along my way. =( Can i still fix it? Can i still make it back? There are lots of question that's been bothering me. I'm scared. But i have to face it. Now or never!! =[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-1773188857241221433?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/1773188857241221433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/1773188857241221433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-bothers-me-most.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-2600592829039172691</id><published>2007-01-13T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T02:55:41.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm on a high! *Last day of World Pyro Olympics '07*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were on the last day of Pyro Olympics! Same venue, same viewing place, same crowd, same company. More happiness, more photos, more memories, more laughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the hassle specifically the traffic which was worst than the last time we went! We left school before 6 o'clock. Pictures would never be out in the scene. HAHA! I preferred photos than video. My digicam has lots of it. When the fireworks become visible in the dark sky I start to click my camera ,then i couldn't be stop anymore! I just love taking photos! I am with the same people again, lots of funny moments. We had a good laugh while waiting for the show to start. And i'm starting to miss that! I'm really nostalgic eh?! forgive me. If ever an event like that will happen again, without second thought, we will go! Even if i have to make a great excuse to the parents to allow me in sleep over in some friends house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;China was good! And the Philippines? Woohho! Great!! I was suprised in what they've shown to the crowd. Despite of some bad side comments for the Philippines, we still appreciate what they have. It cost them a lot, i think. And my god! Karren was about to start a fight with some noisy people at our back cos she kept contradicting the unlikely comments of some guys about the Philippines. But in fairness to the our country, their fireworks can compete with other countries although they didn't cos they're the one who hosted the event. I hope it will happen again next year, and still in the Philippines! *cross fingers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; This event of the year will be one of my memorable happenings with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;China&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="yellow" align="center" border="3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="270" src="http://i18.tinypic.com/2e50guf.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="270" src="http://i3.tinypic.com/2s9sx93.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="270" src="http://i1.tinypic.com/46zvkaq.jpg" width="230" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="270" src="http://i3.tinypic.com/47amzxj.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="270" src="http://i11.tinypic.com/2s7gxtd.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="270" src="http://i3.tinypic.com/4h7i8aq.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Philippines&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="yellow" border="3"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="270" src="http://i14.tinypic.com/33dgqo9.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="270" src="http://i10.tinypic.com/44hyp36.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="270" src="http://i16.tinypic.com/2nveanm.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="270" src="http://i11.tinypic.com/2cfw584.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="270" src="http://i13.tinypic.com/2u9revl.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="270" src="http://i12.tinypic.com/2zg5gsh.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="270" src="http://i13.tinypic.com/49bq4g3.jp" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="270" src="http://i13.tinypic.com/43nbxo6.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&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;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;/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;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;/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;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;/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;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;/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;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;/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;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;/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;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;/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;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;/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;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;/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;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;/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;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;/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;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;/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;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;/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;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;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="pink" border="3"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="220" alt="watching fireworks" src="http://i1.tinypic.com/4cryct3.jpg" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="pink" border="3"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="220" alt="me and karren" src="http://i13.tinypic.com/42wiucy.jpg" width="290" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="pink" border="3"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="220" alt="PEPSI!" src="http://i14.tinypic.com/49khwu8.jpg" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&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;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-2600592829039172691?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/2600592829039172691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=2600592829039172691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/2600592829039172691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/2600592829039172691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-on-high-we-were-on-last-day-of-pyro.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i18.tinypic.com/2e50guf_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-3920785999258046339</id><published>2007-01-12T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T05:03:20.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went along with Mariel all the way to Marikina to visit Mark at the hospital. He has been confined since yesterday i think cos of high fever. It just sad for mark that he spent his birthday at the hospital bed. (&lt;em&gt;yesterday was his birthday&lt;/em&gt;). My 6 hrs vacant for this day has not been wasted for nothing I already said yes! to mariel when she asked me if i could go with her. We stayed there for an hour, then headed back to school to catch up my 6pm class for the day. We arrived early so i met up with Mumay then headed to my classroom only to find out that my prof will not be around. &lt;strong&gt;Yeabah!&lt;/strong&gt; I don't really like the class since all of my classmates are in higher year. We feel outcasted with the crowd. Plus the prof! I just advanced that subject though. Hmmm, anyhow  nine weeks will past off quickly. I headed up to Sm Manila with friends and do some window shopping. It was really nice that Karren, (&lt;em&gt;my shopping partner&lt;/em&gt;) is really on the high in looking for nicey-girly-thing and we shared the same taste with regards to that. HAHA! We know what brand suits us.. We had our late dinner and headed home but wtf! Buses in the terminal seems to loose their population. That's what i hate in Lawton! Grrr..! I waited for almost an hour before it finally came after a zillion times. Got home late cos of that. Traffic was still there. It seems to be a tiring day for me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still undecided. blah-blah-blah whatever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-3920785999258046339?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/3920785999258046339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=3920785999258046339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/3920785999258046339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/3920785999258046339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/01/friday-i-went-along-with-mariel-all-way.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-6106532352893031841</id><published>2007-01-11T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T03:51:03.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tumitibok.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naguguluhan ang damdamin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit parang ang hirap mong abutin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dapat ba akong sumagal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May bukas ba para sa'ting dalawa? =(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-6106532352893031841?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/6106532352893031841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=6106532352893031841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/6106532352893031841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/6106532352893031841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/01/naguguluhan-ang-damdamin.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-718254894045151184</id><published>2007-01-10T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T04:05:53.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feelings inside.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's up with me now. My mind been rattling! LOVE is a big BLAH for me. I need to think. I have to make decisions. I have to make sure. It's hard. So many reasons i wouldn't elaborate much. Words to be spoken that would not make me regret when i start to utter. Happiness couldn't be measure by what the eyes can see. Sometimes you have to go deeper in a person's heart to see what's inside of her. Because there's a point that words should be better left unsaid. Don't be fooled by what you see. You'll never know that perhaps &lt;strong&gt;she's crying inside.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-718254894045151184?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/718254894045151184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=718254894045151184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/718254894045151184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/718254894045151184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/01/feelings-inside.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-1420283455714858906</id><published>2007-01-08T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T03:16:09.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ordinary day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to do my research in a couple of my subjects this term as a homework but i ended up blogging. HAHA! I got home early. My class was only until 12 o'clock. We went to Mall of Asia to buy a gift for him. He choose what he likes. It's my late birthday and christmas gift to him. The gift should be a suprised ayt? but what like more is that the person would really like what i will give. That's why i always asks what they like for a gift, same as to me HAHA! He said he likes some accessories for his new PSP and so there we are, try to look for it in the mall and then when we found one, i already paid in the cashier. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a late lunch at &lt;strong&gt;Italianni's&lt;/strong&gt; and wow! Their one serving of food was good for two person i think. My tummy already got full when my food didn't even reached into half the plate. HAHA! But it's good to eat there, no lots o f people and even the mall was empty. It's really during the weekend where it's always in full blast because of the family day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at school 30 minutes late. Grrr! The traffic is really a shiitt!! And at last, my envi prof arrived this time. But i felt sleepy during his discussion. HEHE! I can't remember how many times i yawn. Uhhh, kinda boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss watching movies! I'm planning to buy a dvd series in Quiapo. HEHE! Anyhow, i should start doing my homework before i got sleepy again. Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-1420283455714858906?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/1420283455714858906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=1420283455714858906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/1420283455714858906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/1420283455714858906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-supposed-to-do-my-research-in.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-8591742030185951763</id><published>2007-01-06T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T03:28:56.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a sucker for fireworks! *The 2nd World Pyro Olympics*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; happy!..&lt;/span&gt;la-la-la..in the real sense of the word. =) HAHA! I finally had the chance to watch the &lt;strong&gt;2nd World Pyro Olympics&lt;/strong&gt; this year. After all the hassle, at last my dream came true. HAHA! My being shallow creeps me. We were supposed to watch it yesterday but Karren had a class until 9pm so we just headed home with a sad face. But today! We really made it! Traffic is such a hell! Just hate it. We arrived at the mall about 6pm. So many people bushing around. It's really crowded. We bought first the tickets then find a place to eat before we enter the venue. People really anticipate the Pyro Olympics. Even the parking lot was loaded, the supemarkets, the hallway, the restaurants as in the whole mall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the fireworks presentation starts, people become excited including us. &lt;strong&gt;US&lt;/strong&gt; was the first one to show what they've got followed by &lt;strong&gt;Spain.&lt;/strong&gt; I can't remember how many times we utterd the "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wow!, uhh, woohh! ganda!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; HAHA! Karren, Mumay and me were really giddy that time. I realized that watching fireworks as good as that was romantic! I'm always been a sucker for fireworks. I love looking at the sky and anticipate how it will be. The fireworks there was really really great! Different colors, different shapes, the sound of it, the combination..all was perfect! Especially the shape of heart and flower that more looks like a sunflower. Too bad i didn't bring along my digicam with me. I just took some photos from a Motorola phone. We're planning to go again in the last day on Saturday. Philippines is going to have a special presentation on that day. For sure, i will bring my cam on Sat! HEHE! It's a must. I hope the plan will push through, then gimmick afterwards. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget this day. One of the memorable for me this year. yehey! The year is starting right for me eh. HEHE! Mumay, karren, Joc, rj, ewie and some of his friends. Yeah, we watched the fireworks all together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home around 3:30am. Good thing the parents didn't interogate me. I texted them before that i will be going with friends to watch the pyro. The traffic cannot be stopped! We got out of the parking lot almost 1:30 in the morning. Considering we're on the 5th level, cars aren't moving. grrr! I even took a nap at the car and when i open my eyes, we're still there. Stuck as if we will stay there for a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, i still enjoyed that day! Hmmm, &lt;strong&gt;happyhappyhappy.&lt;/strong&gt; HEHE! &lt;strong&gt;photos, laugh, food, excitement, experience, expression, and a lot more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="white" border="3"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="250" src="http://i10.tinypic.com/4d2dfvd.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="250" src="http://i18.tinypic.com/2le5h8w.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="250" src="http://i12.tinypic.com/2u56wc4.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="250" src="http://i18.tinypic.com/43e7iau.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="250" src="http://i10.tinypic.com/3zlspr9.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="250" src="http://i16.tinypic.com/2rco9zb.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-8591742030185951763?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/8591742030185951763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=8591742030185951763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/8591742030185951763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/8591742030185951763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-sucker-for-fireworks-2nd-world-pyro.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i10.tinypic.com/4d2dfvd_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-6705442379112472489</id><published>2007-01-04T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T06:35:29.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thoughtsaresoloud!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malungkot. Malalim. Malabo.&lt;/strong&gt; HIndi ko maipaliwanag. Parang my kulang. &lt;strong&gt;Nakakamiss.&lt;/strong&gt; Hindi kuntento. Kulang ang kasiyahang nararamdaman. &lt;strong&gt;Hinahanap ka.&lt;/strong&gt; Isa sigurong pagkakamali, pero iba ang dating. Kasalanan? Di ko matanto. Dapat ko na bang tigilan ang kabaliwang ito o ituloy ko dahil baka sakaling my magandang kalabasan. Isang buhay na mas masaya sa &lt;strong&gt;piling mo&lt;/strong&gt; at hindi sa kanya? Ngunit di ko maarok kung ano ako sa'yo. Sapat na ba na ako lamang ang nakakaramdam? Isang pagsasamang kaibigan lang ba ang ating destinasyon o dapat kong ituloy ang byahe? Pero di ako sigurado kung sasama ka ba sa byahe ko, baka sa aking paglingon, ako nalang pala... nagiisa. Ewan ko. Naguguluhan ang aking isip at damdamin. Dapat ko na atang tigilan ang aking kabaliwan.&lt;strong&gt; Tatagal&lt;/strong&gt; ka ba sa buhay ko o isa lamang &lt;strong&gt;hanging&lt;/strong&gt; dadampi sa aking pisngi upang bigyan ako ng &lt;strong&gt;panandaliang ligaya.&lt;/strong&gt; Nais kong malaman. Pero &lt;strong&gt;natatakot ako.&lt;/strong&gt; Pati ang aking sarili, hindi ko rin maintindihan. Ayokong magtanong, baka ikasugat ng aking puso ang iyong isasagot. Alam kong maikling panahon pa lang and nagugugol kaya ang puso'y di mapakali at takot. Dapat ba akong &lt;strong&gt;sumugal?&lt;/strong&gt; Handa ba akong talikuran ang lahat para sa piling mo na nababalutan ng dilim? &lt;strong&gt;Hindi ko maarok&lt;/strong&gt;, hindi ko makuha. Dapat ko bang palipasin ang panahon kasabay ng aking nararamdam at baka sakaling aking mapagtanto na isa ka lang &lt;strong&gt;panaginip &lt;/strong&gt;na ninanais kong makapiling? Dapat ko bang hintayin ang tamang pagkakataon? Pero paano kung ito na ang inaasam asam ko?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bsta ang alam ko &lt;strong&gt;masaya nakakaaliw, nakakatuwa&lt;/strong&gt; at my halong&lt;strong&gt; kilig&lt;/strong&gt; pag ako'y nasa piling mo at kausap ka kahit and distansya natin ay di lang isang dangkal. Hindi ko mawari kung isa lang ba itong&lt;strong&gt; ilusyon&lt;/strong&gt;. Ngunit, &lt;strong&gt;magkaiba ang ating mundo.&lt;/strong&gt; Nasa taas ka, nasa baba ako. Alam kong ika'y simple lang nguni't dapat ba tayong maghawak kamay? Kaya ko bang sumama sa mundong iyong ginagalawan at ika'y skin? Kaya mo ba? Posible bang ang mundo nati'y magtagpo sa pagkakataong ito? Kung akin lang mababasa ang nilalaman ang iyong puso, sana ngayo'y hindi ako ganito na tulirong nagiisip. Sana ako'y matulungan mo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto kong asamin ang isang pagsasama sa tabi mo.Nais kong maramdaman kung pano magmahal at mahalin ang isang tulad mo. Ngunit paano kung ito pala'y di mo kayang tumbasan? Lahat ng aking hinihiling ay di mo pla kayang ibigay? Isang nakakalungkot na pangayayari sa aking buhay kung iyon ma'y magkakatotoo. Pero andyan ang posibilidad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nais ko lamang talaga malaman kung my puwang ba ako sa iyong puso. Kung parehas ba tayo ng nararamdaman kahit sa maikling panahon lamang na tayo'y nagkasama at nagkapalagayang- loob. Nais kong mapagtanto kung dapat ko bang ituloy upang tayo'y magkaroon ng &lt;strong&gt;magandang kinabusan o matuloy lamang sa isang huwad na hinaharap sa piling mo? :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isang&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; kaibigan&lt;/span&gt; lang ba ang papel ko sa buhay mo?&lt;/span&gt; =[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-6705442379112472489?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/6705442379112472489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=6705442379112472489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/6705442379112472489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/6705442379112472489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/01/malungkot.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-8675832626605984477</id><published>2007-01-03T23:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T02:13:17.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sana'y magkatotoo ka.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana ika'y aking makasama kahit sandali. Sana ang makapiling ka'y matupad. Iba ang pakiramdam pag kausap ka. Iba ang kilig pag ika'y iniisip. Sana'y di ka mahirap abutin. Sana'y maging maganda ang bukas para satin kung tayo'y may para sa isa'tisa. Sana'y mapagtanto mo rin kung ang halaga ko sa buhay mo. Sana'y mapansin mo din ako, isang nilalang na handang sumugal makapiling ka lang. Sana'y iyong maramdaman ang isinisigaw ng aking puso at kaluluwa. Sana'y maging isa ako sa taong di mo kakayaning mawala. Sana'y kaya mong bumaba sa yong kinalalagyan upang ako'y iyong maabot. Sana'y kaya mong isugal ang lahat kapalit ng ligaya sa piling ko. Sana'y maging higit pa sa kaibigan ang pagatinging iuukol mo skin. Sana'y mapagtanto mo kung may puwang ba ako dyan sa puso mo. At higit sa lahat, sana'y lahat ng aking inaasam ay magkatoto. Sana'y habang maaga pa malaman ko mula sa'yo. Masulyapan ka lamang ako'y masaya na. Makita ka lamang abot langit na ang aking ngiti. &lt;strong&gt;Nakakalungkot lamang isipin na andyan ka nga pero parang ang hirap mong abutin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dapat ko pa bang ituloy ito kung parang baliwala lang ako sa'yo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marahil isang karaniwang kaibigan lang ako para sa'yo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-8675832626605984477?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/8675832626605984477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=8675832626605984477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/8675832626605984477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/8675832626605984477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2007/01/sanay-magkatotoo-ka_03.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-5274532778660483261</id><published>2006-12-31T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T07:44:01.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before the year ends, let me say this things:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another year will pass and a new one will come along. It means new &lt;strong&gt;hope,&lt;/strong&gt; new &lt;strong&gt;chances &lt;/strong&gt;and new &lt;strong&gt;life&lt;/strong&gt;. Lets start looking forward for a brighter tomorrow. I don’t want to make any New Year Resolutions, all I want to do is look back in all the good memories that I had this year. Something to &lt;strong&gt;cherish&lt;/strong&gt;, something to &lt;strong&gt;remember&lt;/strong&gt; for a lifetime. Since I say all the things about me in this blog, let me share to you a part of my life that became my &lt;strong&gt;source of happiness&lt;/strong&gt;. Friends, memories, classmates, adventures, and a lot more. Yeah, I’m &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shallow&lt;/span&gt;. simple happiness means a lot me. A smile from the heart excites me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;ul type="”circle”"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thanks to my &lt;strong&gt;college friends&lt;/strong&gt;. You shared with me lots of happy memories that will never be erased. College Life is &lt;strong&gt;fun fun fun&lt;/strong&gt; because of them. We did lots of unexpected things together. Bar hop, summer outing, malling, chikahan, bonding moments, overnight, lakwatsa, pikchur-pihchur and a lot more. Thanks guys! =) &lt;strong&gt;karren, marianne, junejune, mumay, jo-c and mariel, my ever marehs&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To Karren and Marianne. My bhi-i-cube, I fucking miss the old times. I miss bonding with you guys. Hope I’m still welcome if ever I could hang out with you again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;For my high school barkada, I miss the &lt;strong&gt;mini reunion&lt;/strong&gt; that we did this month. It’s nice to reminisce our hs life. Laughtrip, corny jokes, funny stories. Mahal ko kayo! High school memories is great to look back because of them. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*yakap ng higpit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To others that became a part of my life especially to those I just got closer this year. Y’ know who you are guys! =D thanks for the added insanity. And for a great friendship. I Hope we will still be friends as we grow older.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Of course, to my family. they know I care and it comes from the heart. Although lots of responsibilities in school, I still managed to give time for them. Even if we don’t have the best of everything, we will get through. Love you all! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;And lastly, for my life. I thank God for everything. May he continue blessings us and giving us prosperity. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;hr style="WIDTH: 335px; HEIGHT: 4px" width="335" color="yellow" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;memories on 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul type="”circle”"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="2"  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul type="”circle”" color="”pink”"&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img height="190" src="http://i18.tinypic.com/4d2m52t.jpg" width="230" border="2" bordercolor="white" 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;My bhi-i cube friends. Karren, Marianne and me. I miss them, honestly. Greenbelt. Bonding moments. kakikayan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="190" src="http://i14.tinypic.com/30wb2p0.jpg" alt="Puerto galera" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Summer getaway at Puerto Galera. I'm looking forward next summer guys! We have to plan it early now. haha! I'm excited. Sharing long trips with these people make me happy. la-la-lala. hehe! The&lt;strong&gt; best summer&lt;/strong&gt; for me!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="joc,me and june" src="http://i16.tinypic.com/2vuj18y.jpg" alt="myLove and me" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;My love paopao. She's always there. My super friend. Very patient when i become stubborn. haha! You're really great pao. Labshkitah.*yakap ng higpit* A &lt;strong&gt;superdupe&lt;/strong&gt;r great kaibigan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="180" src="http://i12.tinypic.com/314f920.jpg" alt="joc me and june" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jo-c and Jhune. I miss methods 1 :( We got to make &lt;strong&gt;chikahan&lt;/strong&gt; even the class discussion already starts. Good thing prof was not a terror. haha! And of course! camwhoring at the classroom. Haha! This is the best part of the subject. Class will not be boring if it always like this. hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="dvd marathon" src="http://i14.tinypic.com/3y4z66x.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dvd Marathon with friends. Before the last week of the term ends, we palnned to have a movie marathon. happy, movie bums, serious, laugh, stories, pictures. Hope to do it again guys! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="convergence '06"src="http://i10.tinypic.com/2j60pcw.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Convergence '06. bar hopping. dance. party animal. laugh. pictures. groggy. crowd. all-the-way. 4am. roadtrip. happiness. excitement. drinks. night-out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="ie night" src="http://i14.tinypic.com/4dchi4y.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;IE Night @ Bagaberde, Pasay. Party. Yelling. Cheer. Dance. cocktail drink. Skirt. Pictures. Night-out. Party people. Midnight. Girl's bonding. Makeups. Food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="white" border="2"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="@ grace's house" src="http://i16.tinypic.com/2lvzned.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="reunion with hs friends" src="http://i14.tinypic.com/2wrdo9h.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/tr&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;/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;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;/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;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;/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;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;/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;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;/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;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;/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;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;/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;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;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mini reunion. Baby Dwayne. Daena's place. happy. fun. Laughter. Reminiscing. Stories. Corny Jokes pero patok! Pictures. Punchline. Asaran. Laitan. Missing each other. Nostalgic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="baby fritz adrian" src="http://i17.tinypic.com/40m06qw.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Baby fritz. Joy. happiness. Gift from God. Blessing. Smile. Smell like a baby. Cute! Cute! Cute! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-5274532778660483261?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/5274532778660483261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=5274532778660483261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/5274532778660483261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/5274532778660483261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2006/12/before-year-ends-let-me-say-this-things.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i18.tinypic.com/4d2m52t_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-2268068249032988307</id><published>2006-12-30T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T20:58:27.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I should have listen to my instinct.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm organizng files, photos, music, videos and etc. in my pc. All of them has been scattered everywhere. I arranged it in such a way that i could have easy access and group it to where it belongs. I've realized that i have lots of photos store here. I should start copying it to a cd before my hard disk give up. And i'm also copying some songs to a blank cd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got home from a nearby mall to run an errand for my mom and i got really &lt;strong&gt;pissed off&lt;/strong&gt;! yeah, spell the word! I can't remember how many times my foot has been stepped on by those inconsiderate people! I should have put a note on my forehead to stay away from me! Streets was really filled out with &lt;strong&gt;lots lots lots &lt;/strong&gt;of people. You can't even see the road. Even the sidewalk vendors has sprung like mushrooms! I should avoid the mall. I walked around the mall to look for the dress that my mom ask me to buy. Walking fast is my technique to go along with mad shoppers and even in the street. Pheew!My legs hurt again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna sleep early. &lt;strong&gt;yahey&lt;/strong&gt;! I have to go to our municipality to pass my registration form early morning. I have to be there at 7am to avoid long lines, besides the office would just be on half day to prepare for their medya'noche tomorrow. I'm also tired. Going to malls nowadays is really stressful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got excited to&lt;strong&gt; 2007 countdown&lt;/strong&gt;. I dunno know, maybe i just antipicate the coming year that much. I have lots of plans in my head for the year. I'll say it to you next time. haha! for now, i have to go in bed and make a sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-2268068249032988307?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/2268068249032988307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=2268068249032988307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/2268068249032988307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/2268068249032988307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-should-have-listen-to-my-instinct.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-8600306688582192819</id><published>2006-12-29T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T05:30:29.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm giddy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be another &lt;strong&gt;World Pyro Olympics&lt;/strong&gt;..Yehey! It's on their second year in the Philippines. It is a &lt;strong&gt;five day&lt;/strong&gt; presentation and &lt;strong&gt;10 countries&lt;/strong&gt; will participate. I wanna go there! &lt;strong&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm giddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;* The event would be on &lt;strong&gt;January 5, 6, 7, 12 and 13 2007 at Pasay City&lt;/strong&gt;. You guys should try watching it. I will come along with my friends. We were supposed to watched it last year but the plan was cancelled. And this year, i want to make it happen. I'm a &lt;strong&gt;fireworks fanatic.&lt;/strong&gt; I love to see different colors in the sky. It's great to take photos of them. It is my most awaited time when 12 o'clock strikes in first day of the year. I just adore seeing fantastic fireworks floating in the sky for about a second and variety of colors would appear although i'm scared to try it on y own. Watching is much better than risking your life. hehe! Let the old ones do the job. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="130" src="http://i11.tinypic.com/4g6cax0.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="130" src="http://i10.tinypic.com/30lnv6f.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="130" src="http://i3.tinypic.com/2j0mj2o.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photos from World Pyro Olympics Exhibition March-April 2004 taken by Randy Maranan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-8600306688582192819?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/8600306688582192819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=8600306688582192819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/8600306688582192819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/8600306688582192819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-giddy-there-will-be-another-world.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i11.tinypic.com/4g6cax0_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-2819062696097071481</id><published>2006-12-27T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T03:24:40.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss high school life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wednesday was spent with &lt;strong&gt;old good highschool friends.&lt;/strong&gt; Meet up at &lt;a href="http://daenadeguzman-sinukuan.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;daena's &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;place&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, eventhough not all were present, we still managed to enjoy those moments. It's good to do this even twice a year. It's seems hard to make everybody present due to the different schedule. We talked everything under the sun, update each other on what's new on everyone's life. My jaws hurt due to continuous laughing. =p They never really failed to make me laugh as if i own the world. HAHAHA! Priceless laughters, the corny jokes, the funny antics, the unbeatable story with &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;pamatay punchline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. hehe! it really feels great. Only if i could stop the time and spent the whole night with them, but like everyone's &lt;em&gt;Cinderella story&lt;/em&gt;, i have a curfew to follow. Saying goodbye to them seems kinda sad for me b'coz for sure i would be counting lots of months to see them again. The &lt;strong&gt;endless laughters&lt;/strong&gt; was fun! fun! fun! The place was filled with so much fun and absolutely no boring moments!! =) Then the cold breezy wind also added to the ambiance. They are the persons i would actually choose to be with if ever i would be trapped in a isolated island. Hehe! I can be the real me without pretentations when i'm with them. Yeah, high school memories will forever remain in my heart. I'm being shallow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks guys for giving colors to my life and for the added insanity. You're still the best set of friends for me. I still miss you. HAHA!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://i11.tinypic.com/4dfcu9i.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://i18.tinypic.com/43nho2f.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://i16.tinypic.com/312jwnt.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://i17.tinypic.com/2gw724k.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://i17.tinypic.com/48dqgt0.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://i11.tinypic.com/479ukcp.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-2819062696097071481?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/2819062696097071481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=2819062696097071481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/2819062696097071481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/2819062696097071481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-miss-high-school-life.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i11.tinypic.com/4dfcu9i_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-6019284474522222808</id><published>2006-12-26T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T04:21:44.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Christmas shopping is over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with my christmas shopping today. I went to the mall with mom and ate. Oh &lt;strong&gt;my! my&lt;/strong&gt;! People are still crashing in, it's like nonstop! You would be really stressed out especially if you're a an impatient person. Lines in the cashier seems to be endless! How funny coz i thought there were lot of people who will &lt;strong&gt;not spend&lt;/strong&gt; that much this christmas but the malls is still filled out by them. Yeah, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;shopping is SHOPPING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;for them no matter how the wallet seems to be thin. HAHA! Anyway, it's &lt;strong&gt;christmas &lt;/strong&gt;though! These people has the right to treat themselves and their family for something special this holiday season. We bought some new set of clothes and for the &lt;strong&gt;baptism &lt;/strong&gt;of baby fritz on the first day of the year &lt;strong&gt;2007&lt;/strong&gt;. And by the way, even the fitting room has long lines. It takes several minutes before you can fit a dress. We ate at &lt;strong&gt;Pancake House&lt;/strong&gt;. Yeah, i'm the one who decide where shall we eat HAHA! b'coz foods are nice there. Ate and I was arguing if we should give the waiter a tip. I said that they already has a &lt;strong&gt;service charge&lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;if you look on the receipt, it's included on your total bill&lt;/em&gt;) but Ate insisted that maybe we should give at least &lt;em&gt;20 bucks&lt;/em&gt;. hehe! She's persistent, and the waiter seems to served us politely so we ended up leaving the change. My feet hurts. Shopping is really tiring especially if you used to go around the whole mall looking for a nice dress. Good thing there's no traffic on our way home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-6019284474522222808?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/6019284474522222808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=6019284474522222808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/6019284474522222808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/6019284474522222808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-christmas-shopping-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-5828410145420979877</id><published>2006-12-24T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T05:35:24.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meet my new found friend: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Cherokee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I had a new found friend. Actually not literally &lt;strong&gt;new&lt;/strong&gt; because i had it a year ago. Only i was able to give noticed of him when when we do a general cleaning of the house today and i found him under a pile of stuff from my cabinet waiting to be snatched and see the world. HAHA! He's cute, at least for me and for ate. We're really enjoyed in hugging &lt;strong&gt;my Cherokee&lt;/strong&gt; because of the thing inside his body that made him of. He's really huggable and kissable too. Hehe! I'm happy coz i had something to cuddle up before i go to sleep or when i'm in bed. From now on, i will treasure this stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i'm not into stuff toy. I'm not really the kind of gurl who loves to collect bears, dolls, and something to dislay in bed. But i do appreciate soft pillow. But this stuff (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cherokee)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has something different from the rest. Too bad i just discovered him lately. hehe. =) but atleast we still have the rest of the days on earth to be with each other. My ever &lt;strong&gt;companion&lt;/strong&gt; hihihi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Christmas will be tomorrow. Yippee! Another celebration for the birth of our savior. We should start counting our blessings and enjoy life.&lt;strong&gt; Life is good guys&lt;/strong&gt;! Even there are lot of up&amp;downs we should still manage how to survive. There are lots of things to be thankful for and to look forward at the same time. Let's not carry anything bad in our hearts and continue sharing what we have to others coz &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Life absolutely r0cksz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 194px; HEIGHT: 236px" height="200" alt="hi! i'm Cherokee.." src="http://i16.tinypic.com/4d7csio.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-5828410145420979877?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/5828410145420979877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=5828410145420979877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/5828410145420979877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/5828410145420979877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2006/12/meet-my-new-found-friend-cherokee-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i16.tinypic.com/4d7csio_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-1752373376932639816</id><published>2006-12-23T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T17:29:46.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby Dwayne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This was my first lakad with high school friends this sem break. And &lt;strong&gt;i'm happy&lt;/strong&gt;! We went to Grace's house to visit her and her new born baby. Grace is huge! hehe.. i mean, her weight really increased after she gave birth. Baby &lt;strong&gt;dwayne&lt;/strong&gt; looks more of his dad than grace but the color of his lips was from Grace. HAHA! Kidding! I can't believe that she already has a baby at this age. But maybe it was a gift from God and a lesson to be learned from. Almost all the &lt;strong&gt;girlfriends&lt;/strong&gt; was there. Kisa is the only who's not present. Bonding moments again. Yehey! laughters, jokes, stories and a lot more. I miss my girlfriends. We laughed till we drop. ehehe! I'm nostalgic sheet! And we are all ninang in baby dwayne's baptismal. I should start thinkig of a nice gift. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 168px; HEIGHT: 181px" height="180" alt="Baby dwayne" src="http://i12.tinypic.com/44r99fo.jpg&lt;" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Baby Dwayne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-1752373376932639816?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/1752373376932639816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=1752373376932639816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/1752373376932639816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/1752373376932639816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2006/12/baby-dwayne-this-was-my-first-lakad.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-9026508266139926115</id><published>2006-12-22T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T08:36:43.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's not bad to dream for something good specially this Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A few more days to go before christmas. I can't wait. T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hen after a week, &lt;strong&gt;New year&lt;/strong&gt; is coming. byebye &lt;strong&gt;2006&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Hurray 2007!&lt;/strong&gt; I hope the coming year would be not so bad for me. 2006 seems to be okei. I can't say that it was a jinxed year for me. When it comes to school, it was not that bad. I did good this year. And for the aspect of life, uhhmmm, let's just say that i come to realized lots of things now. My maturity also grows. I become more open to ideas, seen what the world really is, been off to places that i adore (&lt;em&gt;only in the Philippines&lt;/em&gt;) and i'm planning to go to those i dream to step foot on. &lt;strong&gt;Experiences &lt;/strong&gt;makes us strong, &lt;strong&gt;mistakes&lt;/strong&gt; makes us more wiser than what we are. &lt;strong&gt;Changes&lt;/strong&gt; helps us to move on and try to look forward in life ahead of us. &lt;strong&gt;Family, heartbreak, love, friendships, laughters, adventures, tears and sadness&lt;/strong&gt; made me stronger than what i only think i am.&lt;em&gt; Life&lt;/em&gt; is really &lt;strong&gt;unpredictable&lt;/strong&gt;. You cannot say what's ahead of you. All i can say is that life seems to be an &lt;em&gt;endless destination&lt;/em&gt;. Along the way, we have to gather our strength and all the resources that we may acquire through our journey so that in the end, we're prepared in what may come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i know i've been saying lots of emotional stuff lately. Pardon me if i'm like this. I usually keep to myself whatever i have inside in me. I don't tell it to public. Maybe because i'm scared to be judge, to be criticized or whatever. But you see there will come a time when all your blurbs will come out and there's no way for you to control it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;hr style="WIDTH: 236px; HEIGHT: 6px" width="236" color="red" size="6"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;Christmas Wishlist&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Last year&lt;/em&gt; that's been &lt;strong&gt;granted: &lt;/strong&gt;* big smile* *confetti*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us has our own unique gifts that we want to receive during christmas or if not at least during the whole year. Mine has become reality. It's just a matter of believing that you can have it even if you a think there's no easy way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my Christmas Wishlist last year is the &lt;strong&gt;J.LO Perfume (Jennifer Lopez) &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It became my urge to have that coz when i tried it in the mall, i was attracted by it's smell from then on. And after a month, i receive it from someone. It was a pasalubong to me from Abu Dhabi. It came in travel package, &lt;em&gt;a perfume with lotion inside.&lt;/em&gt; I was really happy then. HAHA! And based on my experience while wearing that perfume for the whole year, it seems that everybody appreciates it's smell. It's in the top my list perfumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 166px; HEIGHT: 145px" height="130" src="http://i12.tinypic.com/2drfes8.jpg" width="110" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;STILL (J.Lo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;J.Lo's latest perfume, captures te superstars sense of sweet, sensual femininity. Spicy w/ft pepper musk, and sandalwod lend an aura of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mystery to a soft, &lt;/em&gt;po&lt;em&gt;wdery mix of roses and white blossom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I always has these great fascination of music. It can lifts up my mood. My company when i'm bored. I never really aspire to have an mp3 before. I was contented until i had this sudden urge t have one. One reason is b'coz of the long travel to school from home (&lt;em&gt;and vice-versa&lt;/em&gt;) I wan't something to listen up. When i'm alone, my ipod is the one who entertains me. &lt;em&gt;(hehe!)&lt;/em&gt; This ipod is the result of my allowance. Because i'm very decisive to have one, i did save up for this. I don't want to ask the parents to buy me this, i want to prove to myself that i can have one if i really want it. And there, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;my ipod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is one of &lt;strong&gt;my treasuarable things.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 178px; HEIGHT: 129px" height="130" src="http://i16.tinypic.com/2aheh4z.jpg" width="110" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A 4GB ipod nano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Because my passion has been awaken, i did ask mom a digicam a long time ago. It just recently that she had bought me one. &lt;strong&gt;Sony Cyber-Shot&lt;/strong&gt; is cool. And this &lt;em&gt;6 megapixel&lt;/em&gt; seems to be enough,but i promise to myself to buy one (&lt;em&gt;A latest digicam with good feautures&lt;/em&gt;)when i have work and income on my own, HAHA! too ambitious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img height="130" src="http://i16.tinypic.com/44gszma.jpg" width="110" /&gt;&lt;img height="130" src="http://i1.tinypic.com/2uppjtc.jpg" width="110" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sony Cyber-Shot DSC-W30&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Another perfume for me is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;D&amp;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Mom bought it. HEHE! I actually didn't ask for it. I was just surprised when she give it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 144px; HEIGHT: 132px" height="130" src="http://i13.tinypic.com/2wdwlmq.jpg" width="110" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dolce and Gabana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So tha't it. Those are my christmas wishlist that came true. HAHA! I'm not actuallly that materialistic. Simple joy means a lot to me. It's in the nature of every women to aspire those things in able for them to feel good about themselves. To raise up their self-confidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;hr style="WIDTH: 244px; HEIGHT: 6px" width="244" color="red" size="6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for this &lt;strong&gt;coming christmas&lt;/strong&gt;. I only thought of two christmas wishlist. I can't think of anything that i really want to have. Anyway, it's a wishlist. It may come true and maybe not. hehe! right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 128px; HEIGHT: 114px" height="130" src="http://i17.tinypic.com/4ge4j21.jpg" width="110" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A nice pair of wedge sandals for me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 128px; HEIGHT: 109px" height="130" src="http://i18.tinypic.com/4icumti.jpg" width="110" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The new i-Ducks come in four transparent colours: pink, yellow, clear, and blue with up to 4GB of flash memory. That's 4000 Megabytes: enough to hold tens of thousands of documents or photos, hundreds of iTunes, or back up virtually all your important stuff.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1GB or up Usb flash Drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Particularly in color &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha! The one in the picture seem to be nice right? a Rubber ducky usb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-9026508266139926115?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/9026508266139926115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=9026508266139926115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/9026508266139926115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/9026508266139926115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-few-more-days-to-go-before.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i12.tinypic.com/2drfes8_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36628980.post-5478350935595596817</id><published>2006-12-21T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T04:45:31.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A little pamper.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the afternoon was spent in a &lt;strong&gt;Beauty Salon&lt;/strong&gt; with mom and ate. I had my &lt;strong&gt;manicure &lt;/strong&gt;and a &lt;strong&gt;foot spa w/ pedicure&lt;/strong&gt; plus a &lt;strong&gt;haircut&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHA! To vain, but not really. I just think that i better give myself a treat especially  another term had just passed. It's also for the coming christmas. It feels good with me knowing that there's something in you that looks radiant. HAHA! I'm talking nonsense. But pampering yourself once in a while is a good habit. Jo-c invited me before to go to a body salon for a good massage and spa. I realized that it will cost me much..Awww..=( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already bought a gift for &lt;em&gt;tito and tita and the two kids&lt;/em&gt;. Yehey, i don't have any problems to think of. I went to Glorietta after i got my registration form in our Municipality for voting in the coming election but leave after several hours coz i will be meeting mom and ate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home around 9pm. Ate's hair took us long. The appliances that we ordered yesterday has been delivered. Yippee! We gonna rock till the neighborhood becomes mad! HAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36628980-5478350935595596817?l=bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/feeds/5478350935595596817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36628980&amp;postID=5478350935595596817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/5478350935595596817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36628980/posts/default/5478350935595596817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlyf.blogspot.com/2006/12/little-pamper.html' title=''/><author><name>khaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658014042821009840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EszswpCVjGo/R3nsbphFJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/GJfPqJ0iC0E/S220/1_683639214l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
