<?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-18916214</id><updated>2011-10-05T21:31:15.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mythology</title><subtitle type='html'>the life and thoughts of the Sun Goddess</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>180</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-1556335998316804676</id><published>2009-03-21T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T23:45:14.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna check into this Motel: Hotel Adonis :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Here in the PI, we call it Motel. In Japan, they call it a "Love Hotel" which basically serves the same purpose as Hotel Sogo and Victoria. In Osaka, they have something cuter...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Wondering what the stuff on the corners of the bed are? Well, take a hint. They named this the Hello Kitty S &amp; M room. (... and it doesn't stand for Sales &amp; Marketing!)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;.&lt;img class="top" src="http://www.hotelchatter.com/files/3/hello_kitty_love_hotel_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And not in the photo, there are chains coming from the ceiling as well. Mother F!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Not only that... even Hello Kitty has been dressed (or undressed?) for some S&amp;M action as well.. leather cuffs, chains, barbwire and blindfolds?! ... poor kitty!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="image" title="Hello Kitty room, Hotel Adnis; a love hotel." href="http://wikitravel.org/en/Image:135129610_f43d3c0d32_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="thumbimage" height="300" alt="Hello Kitty room, Hotel Adnis; a love hotel." src="http://wikitravel.org/upload/shared//thumb/3/36/135129610_f43d3c0d32_o.jpg/400px-135129610_f43d3c0d32_o.jpg" width="400" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, the latest news is that they've closed this room  already. I'm not sure though whether it's a good thing or a bad thing. Haha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;photo credits: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://wikitravel.org/en/Osaka"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;http://wikitravel.org/en/Osaka&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hotelchatter.com/story/2007/5/16/104138/231/hotels/Hello_Kitty_S_M_Room_At_Hotel_Adonis_Osaka"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;http://www.hotelchatter.com/story/2007/5/16/104138/231/hotels/Hello_Kitty_S_M_Room_At_Hotel_Adonis_Osaka&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-1556335998316804676?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/1556335998316804676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=1556335998316804676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/1556335998316804676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/1556335998316804676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-wanna-check-into-this-motel-hotel.html' title='I wanna check into this Motel: Hotel Adonis :)'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-1260383685642127315</id><published>2009-03-14T03:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T07:32:07.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just great</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Fantastic (and I mean it with the most disgusting sarcasm, with eyes rolling) ... my credit card just increased its limit just before my trip abroad... isn't that irritatingly tempting?! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/angry.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-1260383685642127315?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/1260383685642127315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=1260383685642127315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/1260383685642127315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/1260383685642127315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-great.html' title='Just great'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-4349884167262648622</id><published>2009-03-07T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T01:48:10.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at this dog-lovers`</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;As I was surfing about hotels in the travel group, i found this and was just fascinated by it:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="251" alt="Dog Bark Park Inn Bed and Breakfast, Cottonwood, Idaho" src="http://www.dogbarkparkinn.com/images2/ExteriorDeckside.jpg" width="407" border="1"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It's Dog Bark Park Inn in Idaho. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And look inside:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="251" src="http://www.dogbarkparkinn.com/images2/bed_01170.jpg" width="170" border="1"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It's so cute! If ever you're in Idaho, check out the place : &lt;a href="http://dogbarkparkinn.com/index.html"&gt;http://dogbarkparkinn.com/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-4349884167262648622?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/4349884167262648622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=4349884167262648622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/4349884167262648622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/4349884167262648622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2009/03/look-at-this-dog-lovers.html' title='Look at this dog-lovers`'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-4667720197408644747</id><published>2009-02-22T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T20:50:45.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first experience in White Bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;For the VVIP group arrival, the marketing people were required to accompany the guests to go shopping. Yesterday, Jacky and i were scheduled to escort (ie.. maging major julalay) our VVIP guests.. I wanted to cry... I heard they were mean.. but oh no! Much to my delight, they were the nicest, 40-something group of rich ladies. Just like my normal regular happy fam tour groups. No big deal then. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So, on the way to MOA, one of them asked us whether we had "shows" here in the RP... &lt;em&gt;(note: this conversation was either in Chinglish or otherwise, translated into mandarin by Jackie)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm like... shows? what shows?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;VIP guest: shows... like dancing&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ME: dancing? like Club Mwah (described Club Mwah here)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;VIP: no.. shows.. like men...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ME: men?! (to Jacky, in disbelief) Jack, hubad ba ang gusto nila?! (Jacky translates)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;VIP makes gesture meaning tiny, answers in chinese. Jacky translates.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;JACKY: yung.... konti lang ang suot...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ME: WHAT?! (calls Rolph from cell) Rolph, may alam ka bang gay bar?!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ROLPH (on the phone): hah? ahm.. White Bird sa Pasay.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;.... so it was settled... White Bird it was... not until after the first stop when the lady asked us again..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;VIP: in the show, do they really strip?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ME (translated by JACKY): yes they do.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;VIP: how about girls, do you have?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ME: yes, but in a different place. we can go there too after&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;VIP: not together?! and they do it?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ME (to Jacky): kakaiba ang trip nila ha.. (asks Rolph, Jay and Sonny whether they know of any.... alas, there's none)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;--- after much coordination with our amazing concierge team.. we were able to get a reservation at White Bird for 12 persons that night.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At the White bird, together with my landi-mates Apols and mama Chona we were cordially welcomed by the manager (now my friend.. haha), Rossana Anaconda (really, that's the name on the business card!)... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ok... so there... I can't go any further, otherwise I'll be having a hard time looking at men again ... whew!!!! but yeah, I think I'll go back with my friends!! bwahaha... sana game pa rin sina apols! hehe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-4667720197408644747?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/4667720197408644747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=4667720197408644747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/4667720197408644747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/4667720197408644747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-first-experience-in-white-bird.html' title='My first experience in White Bird'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-6512862349054475424</id><published>2009-02-20T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T19:27:35.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all in a days work</title><content type='html'>afternoon (just when the rest of the sales team has gone back from their sales call), i was sitted on jay's huge arm chair, typing away... he rings my mobile.. asks me some work stuff - the answers can be found on my desk 180 degrees away (we are sitted with our backs to each other). i put one knee on the chair and swivel the chair around, with my left hand on my fone and my right hand on the back of the seat... and whoops... i fall face flat to the floor.. i think i might have said something offensive also... ms undine's and ms pinky from their offices stood up in alarm, everybody else followed.. i still managed to get my phone back to my ear in a split second...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;jay from the phone: anong nangyari sayo?&lt;br&gt;me: wala po ... (blood rushing to face... colleagues starting to crowd around me, me standing up as if wala lang hehe)&lt;br&gt;jay: hindi nga ?&lt;br&gt;me: wala talaga&lt;br&gt;jay: nalaglag ka no? &lt;br&gt;me: opo (tawa.. haha)&lt;br&gt;jay: sa upuan ko?&lt;br&gt;me: haha.. opo&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-6512862349054475424?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/6512862349054475424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=6512862349054475424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/6512862349054475424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/6512862349054475424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-in-days-work.html' title='all in a days work'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-286834642918768332</id><published>2009-01-01T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T14:22:31.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2009 goals...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;I love the belle de jour planner... it has a section where you could write your goals for the year... but like i said, I'm very visual, I like seeing things so they become more realistic. So here are just some things I wanna do for the year, I got the help of my good friend Barbie. haha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. Go somewhere exotic.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198678362053217650" style="DISPLAY: block;MARGIN: 0px auto 10px;CURSOR: pointer;TEXT-ALIGN: center;" height="273" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wuh1cT7_8IU/SCVqbS-xDXI/AAAAAAAABE8/Rmjdfgb_mPc/s320/fashion+fever+barbie+photostream+flickr+jet+set+barbie" width="270" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;No! Backpack! That's it... to &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ankor Wat!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://yogi007.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/1011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="233" src="http://www.careprojects.com/productImages/645_1.jpg" width="178"&gt; ---&gt; Cambodian Barbie :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. Learn a new hobby...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i dunno which one yet... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="203" src="http://i.walmartimages.com/i/p/00/02/70/84/58/0002708458848_215X215.jpg" width="192"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 165px;HEIGHT: 214px;" height="421" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2145/1540979702_436f99ced4_o.jpg" width="215"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 189px;HEIGHT: 202px;" height="343" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1071/1466162594_8765ca9ff0.jpg?v=0" width="255"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 188px;HEIGHT: 193px;" height="439" src="http://media.welovebeauty.com/blog/lioli/20070214-barbie-mac.jpg" width="272"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. Buy (and read!) a good book monthly.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 163px;HEIGHT: 254px;" height="370" src="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n50/n250454.jpg" width="186"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. Save... really... and I mean it! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 227px;HEIGHT: 249px;" height="327" src="http://www.lakewoodconferences.com/direct/dbimage/50119414/Piggy_Money_Box__Girl_.jpg" width="302"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;in fact, I've started! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png"&gt; yey&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5. Lay off the plastic.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m135/StilettoJungle/hello-kitty-credit-card.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;believe me... i learned my lesson well. hmph!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6. Go back to the beach&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://money.cnn.com/2004/10/18/news/fortune500/mattel_barbie/barbie_beach_story.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7. Spend more family time:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 322px;HEIGHT: 228px;" height="283" src="http://crunchgear.com/wp-content/uploads/barbie-picnic.jpg" width="337"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;8. Keep a good work record&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="CEO Barbie" height="243" alt="CEO Barbie" src="http://www.theonion.com/content/files/images/CEO-Barbie-C.article.jpg" width="250"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;9. Keep an eye open for Ken&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 216px;HEIGHT: 203px;" height="258" src="http://www.c95.com/files/u3/barbie_and_ken.jpg" width="273"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;sh*t! haha i hope he's as hot as ken!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;10. Be happy and grateful for simple things.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/39854000/jpg/_39854679_barbie_203203_ap.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-286834642918768332?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/286834642918768332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=286834642918768332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/286834642918768332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/286834642918768332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-2009-goals.html' title='My 2009 goals...'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wuh1cT7_8IU/SCVqbS-xDXI/AAAAAAAABE8/Rmjdfgb_mPc/s72-c/fashion+fever+barbie+photostream+flickr+jet+set+barbie' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-312809429754279692</id><published>2008-12-28T05:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T10:34:42.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its like a huge hairy birthmark on the face or blue hair in dreadlocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;... last night I was at the Embassy (the bar) and I run into some Embassy (US) boys from the hotel, Steve and Tim. Tim had his pinay gf with him. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I introduced myself to the girl, she said, I think we met before.... a long time ago, you were with Charlie. Then I remembered my first visit to Bedrock with Chach back in June, Tim was there with a girl I don't really recall. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh yeah, I said, how did you remember?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Your boobs"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:D@mn"&gt;D@mn&lt;/a&gt;. Why did I have to ask. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/embarassed.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-312809429754279692?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/312809429754279692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=312809429754279692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/312809429754279692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/312809429754279692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-like-huge-hairy-birthmark-on-face.html' title='Its like a huge hairy birthmark on the face or blue hair in dreadlocks'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-6947212806438940562</id><published>2008-12-26T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T21:58:25.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I'm Thankful for - 2008 Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tashgorgeous.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/148/14"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tashgorgeous.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/148/14"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tashgorgeous.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/133/48"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tashgorgeous.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/133/47"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tashgorgeous.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/133/61"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tashgorgeous.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/133/37"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tashgorgeous.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/148/14"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tashgorgeous.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/139/8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tashgorgeous.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/146/29"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tashgorgeous.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/146/27"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tashgorgeous.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/138/24"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tashgorgeous.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/146/27"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tashgorgeous.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/138/22"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tashgorgeous.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/148/14"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tashgorgeous.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/148/14"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As 2008 comes to an end, I'd just like to recount the some things that made my year memorable.... i'm quite visual so here goes..  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starting the new year with a bang - Jan 2008&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.tashgorgeous.multiply.com/image/7/photos/100/300x300/3/IMG-2488.JPG?et=7HVtZ3m2ZNJ2pObkiXJuXg&amp;nmid=78076532" border="0"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For bringing music into our lives - Jan 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greenbelt with Loni, Dada, Sonny and the Guarana concert&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.tashgorgeous.multiply.com/image/2/photos/101/300x300/9/DSC03997.jpg?et=p21QuvvYTNFwwTcBTl1BTQ&amp;nmid=80590754" border="0"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julie and Ace and spontaneous getaways (Feb 2008)&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.tashgorgeous.multiply.com/image/5/photos/103/300x300/30/DSC00284.jpg?et=,V1PLPOOppb7klR4SSdWHw&amp;nmid=82851472" border="0"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michiko and the Amazing Thailand Adventure Bangkok - March 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.tashgorgeous.multiply.com/image/4/photos/109/300x300/22/DSC09301.JPG?et=J1O7ruZ9jlYC8dW+2FkD7w&amp;nmid=92149458" border="0"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For trying out something new - Huahin, Thailand 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.tashgorgeous.multiply.com/image/4/photos/110/300x300/56/DSC09480.JPG?et=7mDxK9tgt+LVuIMmX8GDbw&amp;nmid=92941357" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For more than a decade of friendship - Sisqo at Piedra April 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.tashgorgeous.multiply.com/image/7/photos/107/300x300/19/DSC00090.JPG?et=xbM8LS3pZPGLqNKgenq7Xw&amp;nmid=92089199" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For many drunken moments and for always seeing I get home safe - Canyon Cove Batangas, May 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.tashgorgeous.multiply.com/image/7/photos/114/300x300/5/100-0618.JPG?et=+K+nUtuCHHwnyY9+tyWoDQ&amp;nmid=99990496" border="0"&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For seeing old friends - Charade @ Streetscape, Shangri La, May 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.tashgorgeous.multiply.com/image/4/photos/119/300x300/10/n798858587-587434-6981.jpg?et=m,cIAHLSpzJLd5cLL2M3OA&amp;nmid=105329128" border="0"&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For friends who leave &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cry.png"&gt; but friendships never end- May 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.tashgorgeous.multiply.com/image/2/photos/112/300x300/5/photo-5.jpg?et=kHWtLGQPnMF0aaduHPtqyw&amp;nmid=94957719" border="0"&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; For doing something crazy you can only dream about -  Bali, Indonesia Aug 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.tashgorgeous.multiply.com/image/7/photos/131/300x300/13/PICT0312.JPG?et=ycw8JlVYj4F5l,85kQLLgA&amp;nmid=111645248" border="0"&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For Gracee and for catching me when I fall... hard! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.tashgorgeous.multiply.com/image/3/photos/132/300x300/38/PICT0403.JPG?et=g0jN+vVdiPSCXIqw1N10qw&amp;nmid=111754227" border="0"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For international friendships - Kuala Lumpur Malaysia, Aug 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.tashgorgeous.multiply.com/image/15/photos/135/300x300/20/PICT0559.JPG?et=Iwdz79prXlcgEIT9+mQDXw&amp;nmid=112384679" border="0"&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For Chach, for many things, especially that great vacation! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt; For Eric for being my big brother - Kuala Lumpur, Oct 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.tashgorgeous.multiply.com/image/8/photos/138/300x300/10/sassi-093.jpg?et=iBv+7P3f0ohen576jTUjwQ&amp;nmid=119983709" border="0"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For friends who'll listen to yor rants and raves - Oct 2008&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.tashgorgeous.multiply.com/image/2/photos/141/300x300/8/IMG-0970.JPG?et=UqFSAv14AoK0ntuYzGPtjA&amp;nmid=141696368" border="0"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For great friends not only during the good, but also during the hard, sad times - Nov 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.tashgorgeous.multiply.com/image/2/photos/142/300x300/4/IMG-1011.JPG?et=WzIiyRHHcLb9Hh7ENzYgdQ&amp;nmid=141698055" border="0"&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;For the beach and fantastic parties - Boracay, Nov 2008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.tashgorgeous.multiply.com/image/6/photos/147/300x300/24/IMG-1173.JPG?et=p,oK1oB3rBqXDpY067U9cQ&amp;nmid=141730871" border="0"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.tashgorgeous.multiply.com/image/5/photos/149/300x300/16/2.1.jpg?et=bB6e,,X1yt3Sx5XJkJrAwA&amp;nmid=142776461" border="0"&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For candid moments when we could sing - High Five, G'belt Nov 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.tashgorgeous.multiply.com/image/3/photos/143/300x300/7/IMG-1027.JPG?et=bI4VL9qGUthKVQlqs3Gscg&amp;nmid=141701073" border="0"&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For more birthdays, more parties - Sisqo @ Ascend / Makati Shang; Nov 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.tashgorgeous.multiply.com/image/4/photos/144/300x300/16/IMG-1047.JPG?et=qfjkA6Zt2rDi2qRM6wB7bA&amp;nmid=141705260" border="0"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.tashgorgeous.multiply.com/image/5/photos/144/300x300/48/IMG-1092.JPG?et=riLd,HRQb7kS16JphWfGMw&amp;nmid=141705260" border="0"&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For a great team of colleagues&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.tashgorgeous.multiply.com/image/8/photos/150/300x300/3/IMG-1230.JPG?et=q2IHFUJ4zs9pMbyK25,vsQ&amp;nmid=147084613" border="0"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.tashgorgeous.multiply.com/image/6/photos/152/300x300/7/IMG-1297.JPG?et=UGESGmmbB,e66AehkVG2dw&amp;nmid=151567137" border="0"&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and of course, for the blessing of a wonderful family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.tashgorgeous.multiply.com/image/3/photos/153/300x300/13/IMG-1406.JPG?et=Jwr4Ux5vUsjgte+muq+caQ&amp;nmid=151623191" border="0"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;PS: oh... of course.... for all the boys of 2008.... Thank you Lo&lt;/p&gt;rd!!! &lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" style="WIDTH: 232px;HEIGHT: 149px;" height="176" src="http://images.tashgorgeous.multiply.com/image/9/photos/133/300x300/52/PICT0489.JPG?et=UVrbcp3ikFxPCJBoZX277w&amp;nmid=111908757" width="222" border="0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tashgorgeous.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/133/48"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tashgorgeous.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/147/35"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" style="WIDTH: 241px;HEIGHT: 149px;" height="149" 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src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cocktail.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;.... then i read &lt;em&gt;HERSHEY'S&lt;/em&gt;..... oh f*ck! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-921231826905154974?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/921231826905154974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=921231826905154974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/921231826905154974'/><link rel='self' 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you going home already?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ME: Soon, I'm just finishing a few things....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;...after an hour of meeting...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;BOSS JS: Yes! We got the signed contract from Mr C! Ms Joy's been waiting for this.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ME: Great! Well done sir.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;BOSS JS: o, you're still here? how's ms. x's contract and mr. x' group?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ME: all done, sir. revised rates for company x on your in-tray as well. can I put mr. x's contract on hold til monday since we haven't received their revised B.O&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;BOSS JS: no problem, just make sure you inform the outlets of the anticipated changes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ME: finished that too. :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;BOSS JS: ok good .... kaya ka ba nag oovertime ngayon dahil nappredict mong magkakasakit ka bukas?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ME: ahm... hmm... lemme see... medyo :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-3187246225712768173?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/3187246225712768173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=3187246225712768173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/3187246225712768173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/3187246225712768173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-why-my-boss-is-cool.html' title='This is why my boss is cool :)'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-3931566555192126337</id><published>2008-12-06T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T21:40:52.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My insights on Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ok... lemme start by stating three personal facts: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. I have always been fascinated with vampires, ever since a kid. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. I love both the book and the movie. (isn't it obvious?) and &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. I've just seen the film, I've just read book one as well. As for books 2-4... I have absolutely no idea what's gonna happen to Edward and Bella after the first installment of the quadrilogy. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That being said, lemme just say this, I mean, reiterate as it has been said many times before... Edward Cullen, is simply fantastical. He is so "dazzling" he makes any girl wanna bleed. Stephanie Meyer has done a great job with her selection of words also that Edward is so suave. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/shade.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I appreciate the internal drama Edward has got to face also just to be with Bella.. when he wants her so bad but he's afraid to hurt her... Aww... that's just so sweet... and on her part she'd risk her life to be with him... aww... again. Meyer did mention, "a stupid lamb... a masochistic lion" ... but he never turns her into a vampire (as of book one)... when she on the other hand is ready for eternity with him..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now sweet Edward could argue that he doesn't want her to suffer, be a monster or whatever his reasons are... he just goes on saying: "Wouldn't a lifetime with me be enough?" ... duh?!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This just leads me to believe that Edward is just like any regular guy ... he's got issues with commitment. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png"&gt; Har har ... I really hope he turns her into a vampire in the sequel... seriously, it will break my heart to see Bella grow old... think Wendy and Peter Pan... not a very nice ending.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But.... I just realized something... James... the villain&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.tashgorgeous.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/STp8tgoKCqYAACGABs81/james-twilight.jpg?et=0EHF5%2ByCopM3Hw9RwKHAEg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;... he shouldn't have died... he's the hottest vampire I've ever seen! His nothing-will-stop-me and i-adore-challenges attitude is such a turn on! And he's very astute, he outsmarted Bella by playing on her weakness, when she though she could outsmart him. Damn... I always fall for the bad, "bad guy". &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;All in all, I think Meyer did a great job in enlightening the world about vampires, not in a creepy, diabolic way as they have always been perceived. To Stephanie Meyer, thanks for bringing Edward Cullen into our fairy tale lives.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-3931566555192126337?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/3931566555192126337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=3931566555192126337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/3931566555192126337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/3931566555192126337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-insights-on-twilight.html' title='My insights on Twilight'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-6166537481444100831</id><published>2008-09-18T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T06:13:24.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lubos akong nalulungkot at nababagabag...</title><content type='html'>Tatagalugin ko ito.... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nawalan ako ng tulog sa kakaisip. May ibinahagi ang isa kong kaibigang Amerikano sa akin. May nakilala daw syang babae sa kanyang pagbisita dito sa Pilipinas. Pasintabi na lamang po, pero ang babaeng ito ay nakilala nya sa isang jologs na pugad ng mga kalapating mababa ang lipad sa Malate. Ang pangalan nya ay Eunice, at pasalamat sya at hindi nagkaroon ng pagkakataon na magkakilala kami, kung hindi ay baka nasa impyerno na sya ngayon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ngayon, ang pinakamalaking pagkakamali ng kaibigan ko ay nag tiwala sya put@ng yun. Hindi nya ipinakilala sa akin bruhang yun sa pagaakalang magbabagong loob ito - ayaw nyang husgahan ko ang pagkatao ng babae dahil lamang sa trabahong ginagawa nya. Ngunit lingid sa kanyang kaalaman ay ginamit lamang sya nung dimonyong yung upang pagkakwartahan. Ang tusong babae ay ginamit ang kanyang matatamis na salita upang mapaniwala ang aking kaibigan na nangangailangan sya ng tulong na pinansyal dahil sa pagkamatay ng kanyang lola.  Nag padala ang kaibigan ko ng syam na libong piso sa pagaakalang makakatulong sya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hindi ako makapaniwala sa mga pangyayari hanggang ngayon. Alam kong may pagkakamali ang kaibigan ko sa pagtitiwala sa isang taong hindi naman nya lubos na kilala, ngunit ako bilang isang Pilipina ay sukdulang nasusuklam sa ugaling ipinakita ng isang nilalang na ayokong ituring na isang kababayan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ako ay kabilang sa isa sa ilang libong Pilipino na nagtataguyod na isulong ang ating bansa bilang isang destinasyong pang-turista. Sa makatuwid, andiyan ang dumugo ang ilong ko sa pakikipag ugnayan sa mga grupo ng Italyano, Czech Republicans at Amerikanong tour operators nito lamang nakaraang linggo. Ngayon, nagdadalawang isip ako kung ako ba ay nagsinungaling nang sinabi ko sa kanila na ang Pilipinas ay isang napagandang destinasyong hitik na hitik sa likas na yaman at sumisibol sa kultura at kristyanismo?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noon pa man ay nahihirapan na akong tanggapin na marami sa atin ang walang disiplina. Kaya naman nagkalat ang mga basura, may dura sa lansangan, at kinagisnan ko nang sadyang walang pila ang mga pampasaherong dyip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ngunit umaasa pa rin ako na magkakaroon tayo ng kaunlaran kahit paano. Naniniwala pa rin ako na may mga Pilipinong buo ang loob na pagsilbihan ang sambayanan. Kaya't sana, sa mga nakakabasa nito, maisip ninyong sa bawat isa sa atin nagsisimula ang pagbabago, sana maibahagi ninyo sa inyong mga kaibigan na panahon na upang bumangon tayo sa imaheng dugyot at walang disiplina. Ito ay hindi lamang para sa turismo, ngunit para na rin sa ikagaganda ng ating bayan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At para kay Eunice, mabulok ka sana sa impyerno at kainin ng mga ipis ang kaluluwa mo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-6166537481444100831?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/6166537481444100831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=6166537481444100831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/6166537481444100831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/6166537481444100831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2008/09/lubos-akong-nalulungkot-at-nababagabag.html' title='Lubos akong nalulungkot at nababagabag...'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-283487957899667874</id><published>2008-09-16T05:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T09:31:55.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What would happen if.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tashgorgeous.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SM8LWwoKCqYAACXLEv01"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.tashgorgeous.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SM8LWwoKCqYAACXLEv01/13092008002.jpg?et=s7RU7WumvXQH3l5bEsnSyw&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.tashgorgeous.multiply.com/image/3/photos/135/300x300/25/PICT0564.JPG?et=4GqDjNBTbjx,gKdep,CLkw&amp;nmid=112384679" border="0" class="alignmiddleb"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;will&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.tashgorgeous.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SM8LDQoKCqYAACY3JAQ1/cartoon-plane.gif?et=K8JkqqbiFQ2ubvb8JpWfbw&amp;nmid=0" border="0" class="alignmiddleb"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tashgorgeous.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SM8L8goKCqYAADqN4O41"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.tashgorgeous.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SM8L8goKCqYAADqN4O41/p160477-Boracay-Island-Boracay-Beach.jpg?et=%2Bc8tXwdkELA3UKCL1Y5n%2Bw&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;coming soon....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-283487957899667874?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/283487957899667874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=283487957899667874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/283487957899667874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/283487957899667874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-would-happen-if.html' title='What would happen if.....'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-116917115784040665</id><published>2007-01-19T04:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T09:45:57.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anak ka ng Porn Star!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;P&gt;Act 1 Scene 1: nag sshopping kami ng nanay ko sa sari sari. Endless search for a cocktail dress for my grandma's 70th b-day...&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Ako: I wanna look conservative...&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Nanay ko: hay nako darling, with your body... anything you wear will make you look like a porn star.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;The Eff!!!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-116917115784040665?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/116917115784040665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/116917115784040665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2007/01/anak-ka-ng-porn-star.html' title='Anak ka ng Porn Star!'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-115734593218558109</id><published>2006-09-04T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T12:28:56.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what've i been doing?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: steady lang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Everywhere - Bonnie Bailey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i haven't committed suicide yet. although i've been invisible to the blogworld, i'm still very much alive. i'm just busy with work.. 10-14 hours is my average work-time. but then again, if you have a work like mine, who needs a social life?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Last week:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;day 1: &lt;strong&gt;The Posh Dinner&lt;/strong&gt;: oysters, steak and creamy polenta @ The Fireplace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;day 2: &lt;strong&gt;The Sugar High&lt;/strong&gt;: chocolate mousse, black forest and panna cotta a la chef erwin with reina&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;day 3: &lt;strong&gt;Screw Driver til you drop&lt;/strong&gt;: Cocktails with government accounts, pictorials w/ loni and maynard&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="hyatt peeps" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/Hyatt/84ee6982.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;day 4: &lt;strong&gt;Toast 2006&lt;/strong&gt;: Wine Tasting at the Rockwell Tent.. i love that Arbor Mist Peach Chardonnay and Strawberry White Zinfandel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/Hyatt/DSC00107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;day 5: &lt;strong&gt;It's a Sisqo thing&lt;/strong&gt;: vodka and the long-over due Champagne and vodka overnight with the girls&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="sisqo and champagne" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/sonyericssonk608i/DSC00110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;- shopping... the food for the former-depressed soul. and oh boy! i bought this really chic jacket! now this is not something i would usually get for myself on a regular day.. but hey, i deserve every penny that i spend on myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;- bonding with granny. lunch at dencio's gateway then we saw Click.. sniff sniff... lovely movie.. something we can all learn from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="bonding w/ granny" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/sonyericssonk608i/DSC00118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;- Aug 29: welcome to the world, Juan Luis...! :) my baby brother meets world. syet pwede ko na syang anak!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="juan luis" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/sonyericssonk608i/juancute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;- Back to being a workaholic biatch.... preparing so much for that Wedding Expo Bridal Fair.. which was a success!!! grabe, i'm so enriching myself with the wedding industry. sige lang extend your connections. ang sarap ng pralines&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="@ the wedding expo, picc forum" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/Hyatt/fair3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="our booth" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/Hyatt/hyatt.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hyatt's booth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;- i've gone back to reading... i've finished reading that book i started last summer and i'm a third on this book i'm reading now. yesterday i spent the day just lounging at room 2239 of hyatt, just reading Anne Rice while eating my chocolate truffle cake (grabe so sinful!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;- i'v started working out again. well not really work out, some crunches and push ups here and there... healthy? not all together. sometimes i get so caught up in work i forget or am too tired to eat... consequently, i turned back to my old friend mr. winston.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;- i'm on sex and the city marathon... thanks to trish and her dvd roll. i'm loving 'em and learning so much about love, relationships and uhm.. sex?! haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-my favorite LSG is back in the philippines. and he gave us twix! can't wait till the next LSG party. (next friday) i'm sure may gimik nanaman after the cocktails&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;- in general, i think i'm doing good. i've done so many things with my time now. i'm positive that i'm ok. my only problem is that my boss won't allow me to take 2 consecutive days off for that trip im supposed to take.. fine, i'l take one day off.. then papasok lang akong super bangag the next day, bahala sya..deal with a super caffeine-high, bangag employee. i'm not missing that trip. not for the world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="bonding w/ puppy" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/sonyericssonk608i/puppy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-another thing.. i hate my hair.. as in.. it's long, dry, plain... it's driving me crazy. after payday i'm going to indulge and spend a day in a salon...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/18916214-115734593218558109?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/115734593218558109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/115734593218558109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/09/whatve-i-been-doing.html' title='what&apos;ve i been doing?!'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/Hyatt/th_84ee6982.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-115619903986309986</id><published>2006-08-22T05:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T06:23:59.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>break up diaries</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: contemplative&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: is this love - bossa n' marley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;from the moment of the break up until yesterday morning i would just cry... and i mean bloody cry. until now my eyes are still puffy from the aftershock. i would cry to put myself to sleep, i would cry the first thing i open up my eyes. i cried during the mass while i was praying. i asked my mom to call me so i can cry some more. i remembered the time i came home to my mom crying with a large bump over my forehead, but that pain was more bearable i guess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;for some reason i just wanted to clear things out. i sent him a message telling him that i was really grateful for the gift of him. and that i'm sorry for my shortcomings. that i still loved him and that i'm terribly hurting, but if being with him means i'm going to go through all that pain again.. then i guess it's better this way. he replied with pretty much the same thing. and then i called him simply to just cry...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day 3:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;you know that stage in the recovery phase where you'd do anything just to get that person back? is that called desperation? well i wanted answers to the questions that are left hanging in my head and honestly a part of me wanted him back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;the morning of day 3, i asked if he wanted to meet up to talk. he agreed. i brought with me the things he left with me. a really interesting book (that i haven't finished yet) and a dvd. when i was in his arms i just gave in and cried once more. i'm not crying because i wanted pity, i'm not using it to get him back either. it's just merely a non-verbal expression of how i feel, they're not fake either.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;we just laid there just silent in each others arm, and me just "leaking in the face" (-ant bully).. we talked... about us... about what happend. i just needed an explanation why that happened. and well.. he didn't know why. and that explains a lot. i guess he just got tired. like i thought i did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;after that, on the way home and even after going home.. no more tears... perhaps this is the beginning of moving on... perhaps what i needed were just answers to my questions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i'm ready to move on now. i know i'll be ok. there's nothing wrong with being single anyway. we may or may not get back together, but whatever happen, i know i he helped me grow up. i know i'm not gonna be my old self again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;thanks babsy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-115619903986309986?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/115619903986309986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/115619903986309986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/08/break-up-diaries.html' title='break up diaries'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-115605312043404399</id><published>2006-08-20T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T13:52:00.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the break up....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: Devastating but slowly coping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: No woman, no cry - bossa n' marley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AnFUGyvclOw" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;i log into you tube to upload my brownman video... and i come across this very cute video....&lt;br /&gt;haaay, grabe i'm so depressed... pureza boi and i are over!!!!!! parang nung isang araw lang magkasama kami nung birthday ko. ang saya pa namin nun... see below pics for proof..&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/monkey1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/monkey3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/monkey2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;These pics were taken 2 days before the breakup.. now it's over.... i miss him and i still love him.. my eyes are still puffy from crying but i guess at this moment that's the only thing i could do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-115605312043404399?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/115605312043404399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/115605312043404399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/08/break-up.html' title='the break up....'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-115567989633722783</id><published>2006-08-16T05:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T06:11:37.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paki - DHL sa Pureza</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: cold and tired&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: oo - up dharma down&lt;br /&gt;Currently: bitter but not quite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm tired... just came home from work.. it's drizzling outside.. well.. ganon talaga. there are gloomy days.&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, since some people don't care about me, i guess since i have friends it would still be fine.&lt;br /&gt;for those who care.. pakisabe naman sa kanya...&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A BF WHO....&lt;br /&gt;- makes me feel loved. hindi lang sa words tsong. actions speak louder. haven't you heard that quote?  &lt;br /&gt;- is human (tadu, hindi unggoy ang ibig sabihin ko), tao hindi robot. hindi kaylangan pang utusan para lang may gawin para mapasaya ako. one word: initiative!&lt;br /&gt;-is sensitive.. narerealize nya pag galit ako, pag malungkot ako, pag masaya ako. naffeel nya kung kelan pwede magjjoke, kung kelan kaylangan ko ng hug, kung kelangan ko ng atensyon.. lalo na kung galit ako... at lalo na kung sya ang dahilan.&lt;br /&gt;-is humble.. oo hindi hambog. hindi porke't mahal kita ibig sabihin bulag ako... at please lang mas lalong hindi ako tanga or magpapakatanga for love. dude, ibahin mo si nastassja!&lt;br /&gt;-is thoughtful. hindi lang sa text tsong (that you don't do anyway). kahit mentos na pomelo na mahirap hanapin pero dahil favorite ko to ihahanap moko kahit dos lang ang worth. pero bakit, do you even know na mahilig ako sa mentos na pomelo flavor?&lt;br /&gt;-pays attention to details... narinig mo ba ung tungkol sa mentos na pomelo? mga ganong bagay&lt;br /&gt;-deym! i want someone who pays F*cking attention! sana nakikinig sakin. and i mean understand not just listen&lt;br /&gt;- I want a boy who asks me how my day went, would share w/ my successes and emphatize w/ my pains. yung ganon ba? damnit, the last thing i need is sympathy over trivial stuff.. again.. sana kasi nakikinig sakin di ba?&lt;br /&gt;- who understands that i'm a girl. girls fuss over monthsaries, girls wanna be treated like babies sometimes... the way i understand that boys like poker, boys like oggling at other girls. sana fair di ba?&lt;br /&gt;- who treats me like a princess. oh no, i'm not a high-maintenance chick. hindi ako materyosa.. kayang-kaya ibigay sakin ni pierre ang kaylangan ko (oo matapobre ko, care nyo?). atensyon lang po kaylangan ko. pasensya na, leo ako. naturally KSP.&lt;br /&gt;- has a sense of commitment. someone who can stand by his word. i don't want someone backing out on me (or appointments w/ me) just because his boyfriends have more fun. fine! mag broke back kayo for all i care.&lt;br /&gt;- doesn’t make me wait… all that effort to come on time and be pretty. Tas you come long after our stated meeting time. By that time lusaw na make up ko at mainit na ulo ko.&lt;br /&gt;-checks if I get home safe on days that he doesn’t take me home… I may come strong, but then again, babae pa rin ako.&lt;br /&gt;- has less pride than me. sinabe ko na to dati, sasabihin ko ulet. kung mapride ka, hindi talaga tayo bagay dahil ma-pride ako. that's something nobody can change. like i said, leo ako; sorry na lng. FYI, ang daming beses ko nang nagbaba ng pride. pero maiksi pasensya ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... Para sa mga nagccare talaga. if you're still reading til this point at hindi pa kayo naiinis dahil ang angas ko.. hehe.. well.. favor naman o. Paki print to tas paki-deliver sa pureza. Oo, sa sin city. pero wag kayong maliligaw, sa 2nd floor po wag sa 3rd. Maraming salamat po. Baw!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-115567989633722783?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/115567989633722783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/115567989633722783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/08/paki-dhl-sa-pureza.html' title='Paki - DHL sa Pureza'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-115513600209437571</id><published>2006-08-09T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T23:06:42.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random blurbs from a girl who can't blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: indifferent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Buttons - Pussycat dolls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;because i'm damn too busy i'll just spill like crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of work:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm overworked the past week.. no exaggerations! i didn't have a day off last week and i stay till 9 at work :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;people say i'm different now.. i've grown up. grown serious.. now i'm not sure if this is a positive thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i want a work near my house or a house near my work (pureza?!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after 3 months i finally had a break to get my long over-due driver's licence&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;time is more valuable than money&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;of friends:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;happy birthday to jem (yesterday) i really hope things become better soon for you.... konting tiis girl... my wish for you is to have more strength... just holler if you need me ayt?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i miss my sisqos! as in... we super need bonding moments!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of family:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i miss my home... i come home everyday yeah but i never get to spend some quality time with my family anymore.. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of love:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;to my baby, i love you like allie loves noah.. i love it when i get terribly angry one second with you and superlatively in-love the following. how you do it.. i don't know how. i don't know how you could make me laugh with even the most trivial things. i love it that we're so crazy about each other. love you bading!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NkndjQj9Rvw" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i'm turning 22 next week... yikes.. how time flies.. really creepy... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;my wish list:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;maybelline hyper diamonds watershine lipstick in precious copper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;pink and black undies (not that i lack 'em, i just want more)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;monkey things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;that perfume from guess (but i guess no one will get that for me so i'll get it for myself on payday)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a really expensive pen (which my honey will get for me.. hehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a macbook... eto pa rin hanggang ngayon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sony bean walkman &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-115513600209437571?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/115513600209437571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/115513600209437571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/08/random-blurbs-from-girl-who-cant-blog.html' title='random blurbs from a girl who can&apos;t blog'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-115424560225015292</id><published>2006-07-30T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T15:46:42.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stages of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/1600/DSC00124.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: cold but not blue (raining eh)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: satisfaction - benny benassi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;who could've ever thought that we'd all be this happy? well, this time was bound to come anyway.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/DSC00123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/DSC00125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/DSC00124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;it's our fourth monthsary! can you believe it?! days pass by so quickly, haha, without us breaking up again and again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;pero syempre, hindi mawawala ung mga moments na nagddrama ko, yung naaiyak ako sa inis, nagseselos sa mga brods nya. funny but it's all in the &lt;em&gt;stages of love&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/untitled.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;on our fourth monthsary, we saw Stages of Love by the Ateneo Blue Repertory in The Coffee Beanery in Banawe with Sarsi+Darren and Jem+Third. (yes, all six of us.. mukha kaming casts ng All about Love no?), but i guess all of us enjoyed ourselves. I must commend the Ateneo Blue Rep for a very heart-warming and entertaining play.  It made me smile and sigh at the same time. kahit kulang na lang ay iumpog ko sa pader si martin sa inis.... ipagpalit daw ba ko kay Aiken dahil kawawa naman daw yung bata at baka maligaw!?! punyetang yan! Mag-broke back pa kayo! Nagpabili pa nman ako ng Cello's para sayo. hehe.. That was yesterday. I'm all better before the day ends... isang "&lt;em&gt;ako naman ang monkey mo&lt;/em&gt;" lang ang katapat nun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;after the musical, i suggested that we go to a videoke.. deym! i've been craving for my musical debut! well, the rain poured like crazy and Dr. and Mrs. Banez called my beau (and me) to go home.... aw... too bad.. baby's gotta go... mommy's gotta go as well.. well we had a lovely evening anyway.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/DSC00198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i bought pala a new pair of sunglasses and shoes just to get a freebie bag .... sinong kamukha kong artista dito sa pic?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-115424560225015292?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/115424560225015292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/115424560225015292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/07/stages-of-love.html' title='Stages of Love'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-115313799219537360</id><published>2006-07-17T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T11:21:52.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dugyot Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: happy merry weekend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: la la la la means i love you - swing out sister&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/1600/jemazi.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/jemazi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i had a lovely weekend... how lovely? dirty! as in really filthy! here are several reasons why:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Strike 1: i ride a jeepney to work. i say "para mama!" but he doesn't stop. he eventually did but on a puddle on the street. i get of and SPLASH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Strike 2: not 5 seconds after strike 1.. a cab comes speeding on the street... on the puddle.. and SPLASH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Strike 3: after a looooong (and i mean a long day at work!) i decided to go out with the boys from the front office for a couple of drinks in malate. I found out that sarah, jem, trina, sheena and the rest of the gang were just in a bar next door (giligan's malate) i decided to crash their party for a few moments.... when i slipped and fell into a stinkin kanal!!! eww as in really ewww!!! thank god for sheena and her now stinkin lab gown! in the picture above.. that's me, being pretty even after takin a dip in the puddle of soapy grime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;**jem... i copied your pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;som much for an evening of grime, and falling asleep in Our's bar in Malate.. btw, my compliments to Rolph for seeing that I got back to the hotel safely. The next day after breakfast with Reina at Figaro, Martin and ate Charisse picked me up and we had lunch at the banez house. Btw, ang sarap mag luto ni ate Chari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch Marts accompanied me to greenhills where i bought my new phone! yey! my dream phone at the moment a sonyericsson608i... actually i want a k600i, but the k608i is an upgrade of the k600i so i guess it's better. i'm actually uploading some music into it from it as i write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K3pIwjbhH1M" width="500" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lakas trip noh? adik sa jowa.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The other night we had a cocktails at the Presidential Suite 1508 for Hyatt's long staying guests. We do this once a month, last month it was in the Casino Bar. Last month we hung out with an interesting guy. His name is Hans, he's the head of the IT of the US embassy in the Philippines. And man! he speaks fluent Filipino.. as in! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="250" alt="with gary" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/DSC00038.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;with Gary Agustin, Banquet Manager before the cocktails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After the cocktails, Jay, Maynard, Odick, Hans and i went to Music21 in Malate, wala lang videoke trip. so fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="250" alt="Vodka tonic" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/DSC00044.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;with my glass of Vodka tonic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&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/18916214-115313799219537360?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/115313799219537360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/115313799219537360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/07/dugyot-day.html' title='Dugyot Day'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-115228447495824452</id><published>2006-07-07T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T23:01:18.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twists and turns</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: Elated and in love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: 9pm til i come - atb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i'm on leave from work. in lieu of the days i spent on over-time for the bridal fair last month. incidentally, today is TravelSoc's pasta party. being the head of finance com last term, i felt the need inside me to revisit my org w/c i love so much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;as usual i ask sarsi to come along. i invited my martin to come along also since we've been having arguments the past days. and this guy! he's so unbelievable! i talk to him at 9 am, we decide to meet at 11. as usual i come on time, he comes 45 minutes after. grabeh!!! the nerve of that guy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;in the cab en route to AIT, i had tears in my eyes which i couldn't hold in anymore because of the rage i was feeling. he was trying to pacify me but i was just so pissed off. to the maximum! i was pushing him away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;when we got to ait, sarah was already there. i explained what happened then i socialized with the TS people whom i missed so much. kudos to TS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;after pasta and much pasta and after listening to jb tell the world about her bora stories, sarsi, marts and i went to sarah's. at this point my anger was beginning to subside. ~~thanks sarsi... you saved martin's ass... hehe antyut nyo po!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;after a round of drinks and a bucket full of &lt;em&gt;hirits&lt;/em&gt;, we had to go separate ways as sarah had to get back to her geography stint. .... dude, thanks for the company. "&lt;em&gt;i am comfortable with you and i hope you feel the same way&lt;/em&gt;" haha!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;at the end of the day, marts was able to get me back.. thanks to hirits like: "sige na nga ako na ang monkey" and other "tagos sa puso" hirits as sarsi would call it. at the end of the day what matters is that he makes me happy and i love him very much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/Pretty049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;after a day of twists and turns&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-115228447495824452?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/115228447495824452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=115228447495824452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/115228447495824452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/115228447495824452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/07/twists-and-turns.html' title='twists and turns'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-115190851526221544</id><published>2006-07-03T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T06:04:03.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pag ala-sais ang pasok mo....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: zzzz.... sleeeeepyy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Location: 17/f sales office, HHCM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a wild morning... it's 15 minutes before 6 am and i'm all dressed and made up, ready to work... haaaaaayyyy&lt;br /&gt;... inggit kay jem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Anong music ang pinapatugtog mo ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;• vaccuum cleaner ng janitor.. nice noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) San ka galing kanina, anong ginawa mo dun?&lt;br /&gt;• sa house.... natulog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Sinong huli mong nakausap sa phone?&lt;br /&gt;• Si Ms. Lorna of Blooms and blossom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Sinong iniisip mo ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;• si Martin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Happy ka ba ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;• if not puyat, yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Kamusta naman ang life moh?&lt;br /&gt;• 6 am pasok ko today... orayt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) Mabilis ka bang magsawa?&lt;br /&gt;• depends on what the object is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) Gusto mo bang makipag telebabad sa telephone?&lt;br /&gt;• if si Sarsi and Marts then why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) Sino sinong mga ka text moh?&lt;br /&gt;• wala.. work mode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) Pagod ka ba ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;• hindi pagod, puyat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) Napagalitan ka ba ng parents mo ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;• Hindi na uso yun, they believe i'm old enough to make my own decisions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) Umiyak ka ba kanina?&lt;br /&gt;• the other night, sa phone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) Mahilig ka ba sa gifts?&lt;br /&gt;• sino bang hindi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) Anong gusto mong gawin ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;• mag coffee, mag monkey, mag coffee w/ monkey hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.) San mo gustong pumunta?&lt;br /&gt;• sa Pureza ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.) Excited ka ba sa graduation?&lt;br /&gt;• ngeks.... back then yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.) Umiinom ka ba ng mga alcoholic drinks?&lt;br /&gt;• mga sosyal lang.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.) Anong mas gusto mo... makulit o pasaway?&lt;br /&gt;• yung makulit na pasaway, pangalan martin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.) *where's the question?*&lt;br /&gt;--- ok fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.) Anong favorite mong drinks?&lt;br /&gt;• Shirley Temple and Kahlua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.) Adik ka ba sa internet?&lt;br /&gt;• Kung may oras oo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.) Anong feeling mo pag may kausap ka sa phone?&lt;br /&gt;• pag kliyente, wala lang. pag si sarah, parang girl. pag si martin parang bading. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.) Anong favorite mong thing sa bedroom mo?&lt;br /&gt;• si Grimace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.) Sinong lagi mong katabi matulog?&lt;br /&gt;• most nights si Martin (the pillow), occassionally si Martin, the pig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.) Anong feelings mo ngayong oras na 'to?&lt;br /&gt;• *yawn* gising na gising!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.) Mahilig ka ba sa mga remembrance?&lt;br /&gt;• wag lang scented candles.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.) Anong ginagawa mo ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;* supposedly nag ffill-out ng requirements for my BEO (o hindi nyo alam yun, hotel jargon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.) Kumain ka na ba ng dinner?&lt;br /&gt;• kagabi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.) Anong huli mong pinanood sa Tv?&lt;br /&gt;• waaaaahhh... hbo lang and cartoons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) ano gusto mo sbhn??&lt;br /&gt;• monkey ka! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-115190851526221544?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/115190851526221544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/115190851526221544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/07/pag-ala-sais-ang-pasok-mo.html' title='pag ala-sais ang pasok mo....'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-115182738205915575</id><published>2006-07-02T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T16:03:02.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting the Joy Rise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: calm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Let the Joy Rise - Abigail&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/1600/superman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/superman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's pay weekend! Woohoo! I saw Superman with my &lt;em&gt;Superman&lt;/em&gt; after dinner, and then we had coffee and dessert at starbucks robplace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/1600/superman.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/1600/superman.jpg"&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/18916214-115182738205915575?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/115182738205915575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/115182738205915575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/07/letting-joy-rise.html' title='Letting the Joy Rise'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-115121945257278768</id><published>2006-06-25T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T15:13:38.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa piling ng mga Banez</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: natutuwa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Tower - Vienna Teng&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Huwebes, 22 Junyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Nagkaroon ng isang pagpupulong-pulong ng mga ilan sa mga piling kliyente sa hotel kung saan ako ay nagttrabaho. Bilang isang miyembro ng sales team ay kami ay dapat makipag sosyalan sa mga piling kliyenteng ito. Mabuti na lamang at masarap ang mga pag kain at inumin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Nakakatuwa ang isa sa aming kliyenteng amerikano dahil mas matatas pa syang mag tagalog at ilokano sa ilan sa atin. At macho sya. Sabi pa nya na mukha daw unggoy ang sayaw na "maglalatik" at dahil mahilig ako sa unggoy ay natuwa pa nga ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Matapos ay lumabas pa kami papuntang Malate kasama ang 2 kong katrabaho upang ituloy ang aming pag iinumang naudlot. Matapos ay sinundo ako ni Martin dahil galing naman sya sa isang pagpupulong sa hotel na katapat ng hotel na pinagtatrabahuhan ko. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Biyernes, 23 Junyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Pag katapos kong piliting matapos ng mabilis ang aking trabaho noong gabing may tatlong events na nagaganap sa hotel sa kanto ng Pedro Gil at ng MH del Pilar ay sinundo ako ng magkapatid na Banez na sina Ate Charisse at Martin babsy ko. At muli ay nanood nga kami ng isang Pilipinong adaptasyon ng &lt;em&gt;Waiting for Godot, "Ang paghihintay kay Godot".&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang mga sumusunod ay ang mga nakakatuwang pangyayaring naganap sa aming pag tatalastasan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;SCENE 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tagpo&lt;/strong&gt;: sa loob ng Ford na may plate # na XTT-696&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;mga tauhan: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Monkey" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_33_4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;MARTIN&lt;/strong&gt; : ang babsy kong lab ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Nurse" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_40.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHARISSE&lt;/strong&gt;: ang nakatatanda nyang kapatid na doktor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Princess" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/15/15_9_24.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Ako (dyosa):&lt;/strong&gt; kelangan pa bang imemorize to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;*nag simula ang tagpo, si Martin Banez ay nagmamaneho, si Charisse Banez ay nasa upuang pampasahero sa harap, ako ay nasa likod at nagtatali ng strap ng sandalyas kong bago na natatangal tuwing naglalakad ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHARISSE:&lt;/strong&gt; (habang hinihimas ang ulo at malambing na ginugulo ang buhok ng kanyang nakababatang kapatid) &lt;em&gt;Tasha, wag mong lolokohin to ha, mabait to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DYOSA&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;ay ganon po ba&lt;/em&gt;? (tawa) &lt;em&gt;ako rin po mabait.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCENE 2:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tagpo&lt;/strong&gt;: sa loob muli ng kotse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;*pag kagaling ng mga tauhan sa burol sa may Manila Memoriarial sa may Paranaque. nagugutom na ang mga tauhan at naghahanap sila ng mapupuntahan sa ganap na alas-11 ng gabi upang makabili ng makakain. Si martin ang nagmamaneho, si Charisse ay nasa likod at ang Dyosa ang nasa pampasaherong upuan sa harap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHARISSE&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;mag drive-thru na lang tayo kung san man may madaanan...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;[napadaan sa may Macario Maldonado (Mc Donalds)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHARISSE&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;ayan sa Mc Do...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;(walang pag tigil na naganap mula sa nagmamaneho)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHARISSE&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;okay, ayaw nya...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;[napadaan sa Maligayang Bubuyog]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHARISSE&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;jollibee?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;(walang pag tigil...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHARISSE&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Okay, ayaw pa rin...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;[napadaan sa Tagapag-kalog]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHARISSE&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Shakey's?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;(wala pa rin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;[napadaan kina Tita Glo]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHARISSE&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;em&gt; Gloria Maris?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARTIN:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Mahal dyan..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHARISSE:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Hap Chan?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARTIN&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Mahal din dyan..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHARISSE&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;ano ka ba! pinapakita mo kay tasha na kuripot ka&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARTIN&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;sanay na siya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHARISSE:&lt;/strong&gt; (sa akin) &lt;em&gt;ano bang nagustuhan mo dito&lt;/em&gt; (kay Martin)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DYOSA&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;em&gt; hindi ko rin po alam&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Dumb" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_3_6.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;SCENE 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAGPO&lt;/strong&gt;: Dahil kanina pa naglilihi sa Burger King itong si Banez little, ay nauwi na nga lamang ang mga tauhan sa Burger King sa may Taft avenue na bukas 24-oras. Pag dating doon ay umorder ito ng King's Combo. Ang king's combo ay naglalaman ng pagkaing sapat para sa tatlong tao. Pagkatapos na ibaba ni Banez little ang tray ng pagkain sa mesa ay bumalik sya sa counter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DYOSA&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;ok, ako na lang ang bibili ng dessert. :) May gusto ka pa bang iba?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARTIN:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;sige pautang po nung Meal H&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DYOSA:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;ok, sige ayos lang wag na utang. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;(pag balik ng dalawa sa mesa kung saan nakaupo si ate charisse)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHARISSE&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;em&gt; sinong nagbayad nyan?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARTIN:&lt;/strong&gt; (turo sa akin) &lt;em&gt;sya...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHARISSE&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;ano ka ba naman. para san pang nilibre mo si Tasha kung nagpabili ka naman?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARTIN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; babayaran ko naman e&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHARISSE&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;siguraduhin mo lang ha&lt;/em&gt; (sabay tingin sa akin at iling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAHAT&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;tawa.. haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Monkey 2" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/16/16_3_112.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;napakasaya nga namang kasama ang magkapatid na Banez noh? naging masaya ang mga oras na nakasama ko sila. at lab ko talaga si Banez little. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahapon naman ay tumambay kami ni Sarah, Munting Prinsesa sa may katipunan. Wala lang, girl-talk. Tsismisan naming dalawa tungkol sa mga buhay buhay ng mga tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masayang kausap si sarah. kelan ba hindi? masaya kasing pagkwentuhan yung mga taong madalas mong kasama.. tulad na lamang ng mga pakikipagsapalaran ko kasama si Martin. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb068_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb068&amp;amp;pp=ZNxdm745YYPH" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-115121945257278768?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/115121945257278768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/115121945257278768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/06/sa-piling-ng-mga-banez.html' title='Sa piling ng mga Banez'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-115114160699854355</id><published>2006-06-24T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T12:30:13.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>our babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: chillax.... no classes!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Believe - PVD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;!-- BEGIN bunnyhero labs pet code --&gt;something went wrong.. their names wont appear.. anyway.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is our monkey BARNEY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- BEGIN bunnyhero labs pet code --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="250"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" type="text/javascript" src = "http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/embed-js.php?b=bWM9bW9ua2V5LnN3ZiZjbHI9MHhhNTZiM2UmY249YmFybmV5JmFuPW5hc3Rhc3NqYSBhbmQgbWFydGlu"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/"&gt;adopt your own virtual pet!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- END bunnyhero labs pet code --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and our piglet BABSY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="250" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/embed-js.php?b=bWM9cGlnLnN3ZiZjbHI9MHhmZGQ1ZWUmY249YmFic3kmYW49bWFydGluIGFuZCBuYXN0YXNzamE=" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/"&gt;adopt your own virtual pet!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-115114160699854355?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/115114160699854355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/115114160699854355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/06/our-babies.html' title='our babies'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-115108779329845228</id><published>2006-06-24T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T02:36:33.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces of wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: exhausted but inspired&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: the buzzing of the fan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;after almost 2 months of being exposed to the real world.. these are what i've learned:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;you are a subordinate, no amount of explanation will make you correct. save your reasoning for another day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;you've only got yourself to save your own ass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;despite how much effort you put into, someone will screw up and blame you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;there's a good reason why people invented DOCUMENTATION&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;in a team, you're only as strong as your weakest link&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;White Russian&lt;/em&gt; is one fun way to get drunk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I will definitely hire a chocolate fountain for my wedding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;they say if you dream something, so big that you can picture it, it will come true. well let's put it this way. in a year i should've:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;went on an out of the country trip.. which &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; paid for&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bought at least 2 equipment for my so-called business idea&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;met several contact people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had a list of prospects for an ideal business partner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;in 2-3 years, i should've:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;saved enough to start renting my own "office space" in this area where my target market thrives&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;completed my inventory of office equipment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;literally starting my own business&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's my business idea? it's a secret... but i kinda got into brainstorm while i was entertaining one of my colleague's clients.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weekend Report:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My week? It's been one of the most tiring weeks. Not so bad emotionally, terrible physically. I was required to take 13 hour shifts for 2 consecutive days because I can't take afternoon shifts due to the scheduled trainings we had in the mornings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Honestly i think i'm slowly getting the hang of my job description. I'm getting things in order and i'm more meticulous than before. But I know life is unfair, this i've learned to accept. Curse people in your mind for a moment then forget about everything, for tomorrow's a new day. I've accepted the fact that some people are just not team players. Let them be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last night I attended the hotel's cocktails for our long-staying guests. It's so fun. I meet several very interesting people. That probably is one of the perks of working for Events in such a posh company. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Earlier I saw &lt;em&gt;Godot Wer are you? &lt;/em&gt;A play in CCP hosted by the French Embassy. Actually i got in because Marts' sister, ate Charisse invited me to see it with them, which obviously I did. Actually I've read this play by Samuel Beckett... I was quite bored, the words were great but I was younger when I read it and didn't quite understand. Now a bit older, I've more energized neurons working for me. The Philippine adaptation was superb, for a UP-ian kinda thinking in a way that the wordings caught my attention. And it really did.. but i'm too sleepy to elaborate... zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.............&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-115108779329845228?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/115108779329845228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=115108779329845228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/115108779329845228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/115108779329845228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/06/pieces-of-wisdom.html' title='Pieces of wisdom'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-115062230530530203</id><published>2006-06-18T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T22:47:36.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the good and the bad side of lil miss queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: Lazy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: random noise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the good:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;let's start of with the good. today i've been a good daughter. i treated my family out for lunch and then i bought my sister her school supplies.. then after shopping we had ice cream (at the ice cream bar at shakey's katipunan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/Pretty023.jpg" border="2" color="pink" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;savoring the sinful mound of dairy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the bad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yesterday.. i met up with some old friend i shouldn't have met up with... no further details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table width='300' border='4' bordercolor="#0066FF"  cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD align="center"&gt;&lt;table width='280' border='0' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;font size='1' face='Times New Roman, Times, serif'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.myweekendupdate.com'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;My Weekend Update&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;BR&gt;Updated June 18, 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0066FF"&gt;Main activity: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Makati Night&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0066FF"&gt;Hung out with: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jem and Third&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0066FF"&gt;Funniest thing: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;midnight conversations&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0066FF"&gt;Worst thing: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;duty calls...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0066FF"&gt;Time I got home: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;9 am&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0066FF"&gt;Time I was supposed to be home: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i dont have curfew na :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0066FF"&gt;Latest time I woke up: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;9 am (ginising ni dadi pogi)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0066FF"&gt;Most suspicious activity: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;was terribly suspicious&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0066FF"&gt;Hottest outfit: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;very, very hot!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0066FF"&gt;Laziest outfit: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;wala.. hot lahat&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0066FF"&gt;Plans for next weekend: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;that was \"the last time\"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt; 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Even up to the present, I still have those misses...and yet you make me feel as if I have been that perfect dad for you. May I take this opportunity to ask for your forgiveness for the mistakes I have commited against you and for the times I failed as a father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you and try to give the best for you based on my discerment of what's the best for that moment. You may expect the same constant love from me. My love for you is forever. Nothing will ever change that. I will be your dad and you'll be my baby forever. You are a gift from God that I cherish, value, and that gives more meaning to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forever;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my dad's reply to my multiply blog of my previous post of my previous blog. Grabe noh? senti mode. i was close to tears when i read it, if only he wasnt around. you know me... you're average, everyday cheezee laydee.. cry baby nga somebody told me. Hell i care. This is me, deal with it. I mean, hello?! It doesn't follow that if I cry that I'm weak right? It means I'm emotional, probably have a higher EQ than others. But weak... well, that's not something I wouldn't describe myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, back to my point.. wala lang.. i think we're slowly recovering from the tragedy. Well at least I am. A couple of days ago I passed by our former home/shop...&lt;br /&gt;I saw the wreck.. You know, the typical, the shattered windows, blackened everything, the place is lonely like a haunted wreck. It breaks my heart but then I just had to see for myself to convince me that it's really, as in really, gone. Well, it is. Move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Wedding Bells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm sooo in love.. with whom?! D@mn! No one in particular. Is this crazy or what? Wala lang. I just feel so alive. Weird noh? Honestly my babsy and i, we're not doing very well... he's being his usual guy-self.. i mean we're ok, just fine, not bad but personally I'm not the oh-so-dreamy-sparkle-in-my-eyes kinda mood. But I'm so in the mood for lovin'.. ewan ko ba. Maybe because i'm still in the "wedding fair" mood. believe me. it's a cliche, but yeah, some girls have dreamt about their wedding day from the time they were 4... Well let's put it this way.. I've started brainstorming since I was 19. OK.. guys... I'm not hearing any wedding bells ringing anytime soon, ayt.. I just have a somewhat clear picture of my dream wedding... let's just say I've got a creative mind. Just a tip: Girls! When you get ideas.. write it down.. it really helps. one day ill probably upload this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-115051296970503573?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/115051296970503573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=115051296970503573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/115051296970503573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/115051296970503573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-dad-and-wedding-bells.html' title='My DAD and Wedding Bells'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-115020110147493041</id><published>2006-06-13T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T20:34:56.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The wind beneath my wings....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: Pass the dutchie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Sentimental&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=28576117" quality="high"  wmode="transparent" width="426" height="320" name="flashticker" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Maybe it was meant to happen. You know, God opens a door for every window that he closes. Whatever message that He's trying to convey, we have yet to understand... but if there's one thing that makes me strong amidst all these.. it would have to be my dad. (seriously, naiiyak ako ngayon.. :'()&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;How many can go from tears to being a source of strength for our entire family? My dad did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I wasn't there when the initial news of our shop came. But i could only imagine how my dad was feeling. Broken? devastated? Words cannot probably describe. Something he's worked hard for, washed up in a pool of flames. He's probably thinking what to feed us these next few days yet he can still smile and make us feel that everything is gonna be all right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;He never blamed God for this, and he made sure that we understood this. In fact he made us realize how lucky we are that we were still together. That nobody got hurt, that we are all safe and together, that even when our entire means of living got burned to the ground. That as he would say: "we are still head above water..." and for all his wise words, i believe... i trust him. He lives with a motto that God never gives us something we cannot handle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Grabeh, I love my dad. sobra. Happy father's day... :')&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wind Beneath My Wings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been cold there in my shadow,&lt;br /&gt;to never have sunlight on your face.&lt;br /&gt;You were content to let me shine, that's your way,&lt;br /&gt;you always walked a step behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was the one with all the glory,&lt;br /&gt;while you were the one with all the strength.&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful face without a name -- for so long,&lt;br /&gt;a beautiful smile to hide the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever know that you're my hero,&lt;br /&gt;and ev'rything I would like to be?&lt;br /&gt;I can fly higher than an eagle,&lt;br /&gt;'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might have appeared to go unnoticed,&lt;br /&gt;but I've got it all here in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know I know the truth, of course I know it,&lt;br /&gt;I would be nothing with out you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever know that you're my hero,&lt;br /&gt;and ev'rything I would like to be?&lt;br /&gt;I can fly higher than an eagle,&lt;br /&gt;'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly, fly, fly away,&lt;br /&gt;you let me fly so high.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, fly, fly,&lt;br /&gt;so high against the sky, so high I almost touch the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, thank you, thank God for you,&lt;br /&gt;the wind beneath my wings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-115020110147493041?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/115020110147493041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=115020110147493041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/115020110147493041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/115020110147493041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/06/wind-beneath-my-wings.html' title='The wind beneath my wings....'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-115009598068922746</id><published>2006-06-12T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T15:06:20.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the fire.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: no more feelin good :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: I've Got You, Babe - UB40&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;When my good friend carlo told me that their warehouse and showroom got burned (he owns a furniture exporting company) i felt bad. He showed me the pictures and i really felt down. Things like those only happen to people in TV, not to your friends... not to you...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, when i got home terribly tired from work, my sisters started calling me from upstairs. I was actually excited to see them coz i had &lt;em&gt;pasalubong &lt;/em&gt;for them. Only to find out that our car shop in Cubao got burned.... burned badly to the ground. Every equipment, every spare part, every car and the entire building which I used to call home.. everything turned to ashes... I felt really terrible. Our jap spitz, Dao, who's been our dog for years not also met his end. Poor doggie...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;What's worse is that properties (3 cars) of our clients also got burned. My dad is now selling his former Volvo '03 to the junkshop as I write.. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The family is really down. but it's moments like these that one realizes the value of family. I'm glad nobody (aside from Dao and our goldfishes) got hurt. My family is still together and we see the support of our family and friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-115009598068922746?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/115009598068922746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=115009598068922746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/115009598068922746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/115009598068922746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/06/through-fire.html' title='Through the fire.....'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-114999627531914765</id><published>2006-06-11T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T11:24:35.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all in a day's work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: terrible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;sh!t #1... it's one of those days when somebody has to screw up. this time it's our florist. she failed to deliver our flowers. p*t@ng #na!!! i have an engagement party going on downstairs and i don't have flowers. sh!t talaga. isa pa siguro and i'll be out of my job in no time. shit i wanna jump off our 17th floor office na. ;( the saddest part is that it seems that nobody believes me here.. like it's all my fault. grabe i hate blooms and blossoms (the flower shop). and to think that i followed up yesterday pa. ano ba yan!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;sh!t #2... si banez. bwisit sya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-114999627531914765?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114999627531914765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114999627531914765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/06/all-in-days-work.html' title='all in a day&apos;s work'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-114959966754678163</id><published>2006-06-06T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T21:14:27.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hows your week end?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: sick w/ sore throat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Bittersweet Symphony - The Verve&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" align="center" border="4" style="color:#0066ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="280" border="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myweekendupdate.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Weekend Update&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updated June 6, 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066ff;"&gt;Main activity: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.... malate nights&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066ff;"&gt;Hung out with: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jemma, Sheena, Martin and others&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066ff;"&gt;Funniest thing: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;bumaha sa mcdo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066ff;"&gt;Worst thing: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;got sick... ahem ahem&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066ff;"&gt;Time I got home: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;8 am...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066ff;"&gt;Time I was supposed to be home: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;definitely earlier&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066ff;"&gt;Latest time I woke up: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;4pm&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066ff;"&gt;Most suspicious activity: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ahm.. you wouldn't wanna know...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066ff;"&gt;Hottest outfit: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;very decent.. as in&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066ff;"&gt;Laziest outfit: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;that very decent outfit&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066ff;"&gt;Plans for next weekend: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;probably the same... :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="http://www.myweekendupdate.com" method="post" target="_new"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Get Your Weekend Update!"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-114959966754678163?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/114959966754678163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=114959966754678163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114959966754678163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114959966754678163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/06/hows-your-week-end.html' title='Hows your week end?'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-114942770240098818</id><published>2006-06-04T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T21:28:22.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're really lovely... Underneat it all</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: love struck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Underneat it all - No doubt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love him... sobra! After all these time it's been him all along and i didnt even know. This is my song for him. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;UNDERNEATH IT ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's times where I want something more&lt;br /&gt;Someone more like me&lt;br /&gt;There's times when this dress rehearsal&lt;br /&gt;Seems incomplete&lt;br /&gt;But, you see the colors in me like no one else&lt;br /&gt;And behind your dark glasses you're...&lt;br /&gt;You're something else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;You're really lovely&lt;br /&gt;Underneath it all&lt;br /&gt;You want to love me&lt;br /&gt;Underneath it all&lt;br /&gt;I'm really lucky&lt;br /&gt;Underneath it all&lt;br /&gt;You're really lovely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know some real bad tricks&lt;br /&gt;And you need some discipline&lt;br /&gt;But, lately you've been trying real hard&lt;br /&gt;And giving me your best&lt;br /&gt;And, you give me the most gorgeous sleep&lt;br /&gt;That I've ever had&lt;br /&gt;And when it's really bad&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's not that bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many moons that we have seen&lt;br /&gt;Stumbling back next to me&lt;br /&gt;I've seen right through and underneath&lt;br /&gt;And you make me better&lt;br /&gt;I've seen right through and underneath&lt;br /&gt;And you make me better&lt;br /&gt;Better... better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Saw:&lt;br /&gt;You are my real Prince Charmin'&lt;br /&gt;Like the heat from the fire&lt;br /&gt;You were always burnin'&lt;br /&gt;And each time you're around&lt;br /&gt;My body keeps stalin'&lt;br /&gt;For your touch&lt;br /&gt;Your kisses and your sweet romancin'&lt;br /&gt;There's an underside to you&lt;br /&gt;That so many adore&lt;br /&gt;Aside from your temper&lt;br /&gt;Everything else secure&lt;br /&gt;You're good for me, baby&lt;br /&gt;Oh that, I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again&lt;br /&gt;I want more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwen:&lt;br /&gt;You've used up all your coupons&lt;br /&gt;And all you've got left is me&lt;br /&gt;And somehow I'm full of forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're really lovely&lt;br /&gt;Underneath it all&lt;br /&gt;You want to love me&lt;br /&gt;Underneath it all&lt;br /&gt;I'm really lovely&lt;br /&gt;Underneath it all&lt;br /&gt;And you're really lovely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-114942770240098818?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/114942770240098818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=114942770240098818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114942770240098818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114942770240098818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/06/youre-really-lovely-underneat-it-all.html' title='You&apos;re really lovely... Underneat it all'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-114932977641441019</id><published>2006-06-03T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T18:16:17.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Private Line Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color=#6600cc&gt;Sales and Marketing Team of Hyatt Hotel and Casino Manila in the Private line appreciation party last May 31, 2006. Theme: Filipiniana.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG height=300 alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/Hyatt/DSC05424.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG height=300 alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/Hyatt/DSC05360.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;with monna and jenz, our interns :) like me exactly a year ago&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG height=300 src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/Hyatt/DSC00276.jpg" Hosting? Image and Video -&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG height=300 src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/Hyatt/DSC00273.jpg" Hosting? Image and Video -&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/18916214-114932977641441019?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114932977641441019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114932977641441019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/06/private-line-party.html' title='Private Line Party'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/Hyatt/th_DSC05424.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-114872172388212529</id><published>2006-05-27T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T17:22:04.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Punta Fuego and Cibo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: chillax&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Bring it back - Moloko&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's my day off! woohoo and deym! does it feel good! I feel so lazy. Our pc just got fixed and i'm feelin' so full... yes, of food! It's so fun to be a bum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;so what has been happening to lil ol me these past few weeks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;it's been fabulous. even though i've spent so much time in work, i get like an hour or two after late office hours to hang out with some of my friends.... i learned to play poker with jem and other friends last week (refer to previous post-pic w/ martin.. playing poker by the candle light)...&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="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Last May 17 my officemates &lt;strong&gt;from Hyatt Hotel and Casino Manila&lt;/strong&gt; and i went to &lt;strong&gt;Punta Fuego, Batangas&lt;/strong&gt;... need i say more?  just take a look at the pics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The beauty that is Punta Fuego&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;img height="250" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/Punta%20Fuego/DSC01706.jpg" border="1" /&gt; &lt;img height="250" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/Punta%20Fuego/DSC00225.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;img height="250" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/Punta%20Fuego/DSC00186.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee behavior="alternate"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.piczo.com/img/i96397766_60595.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;img height="250" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/Punta%20Fuego/DSC00220.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;img height="250" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/Punta%20Fuego/DSC00223.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;img height="250" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/Punta%20Fuego/DSC00213.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.piczo.com/img/i99127733_4862.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;img height="250" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/Punta%20Fuego/DSC00316.jpg" border="1" /&gt; &lt;img height="250" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/Punta%20Fuego/DSC00310.jpg" border="1" /&gt; &lt;img height="250" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/Punta%20Fuego/DSC00309.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;img height="250" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/Punta%20Fuego/DSC00231.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sh*t is B-a-n-a-n-a...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi0.aacdn.us/xoxp/d9.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meet the parents&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;after work the other day, Martin texted me.  It was past my work hour (w/c supposedly ends at 6pm) but I was still in the middle of work. He invited me to dinner with his parents at &lt;strong&gt;Cibo&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;strong&gt;Gateway Mall&lt;/strong&gt;. In a moment i tried to finish all that is pending and went straight to Gateway. Ate Chari also brought her boyfriend "to meet the parents". After dinner Martin, together with his parents and younger sister, Marrah took me home. I like his family, especially ate Charisse, I just hope they like me too.&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/18916214-114872172388212529?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114872172388212529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114872172388212529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/05/punta-fuego-and-cibo.html' title='Punta Fuego and Cibo'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/Punta%20Fuego/th_DSC01706.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-114821006621862040</id><published>2006-05-21T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T20:21:39.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my babsy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;comment po sa myspace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/martin/pic2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helv;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me and my baby... in our "place"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;He might not know this but he's marvelous.. simply powerful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;The way he kisses me when I'm upset, how he hugs me when I'm angry (even with him), he takes all my burden away. How he always try to make me laugh even though he knows I'd ridicule him, and how he tries very hard to come on time, to take me to the office, to do favors for me even if they are out of the way. How he always tries to pleasure me even when he knows that i'm virtually insatiable. How he never gets tired of my rantings. How he can be very adorable and baby me even when his friends laugh. The way we have funny, little arguments about some irrelevant things and know that we'd laugh about it. How he listens to my stories and not judge me for my past; how he puts up with my adventurous side even if sometimes i get too adventurous; and how he is able to make me watch those korean chick flicks that i swear i'd never be caught dead with. How i can be my sweet or nasty or bossy or naughty self when I'm around him and how he held on when i gave up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;He might not know all these but everything he does, no matter how big or small is appreciated... I just don't show it everytime. I hope he knows it... and I want to thank him for his gift of friendship.. and that i love him so, very much.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;PS... I love his ass! and it's mine! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&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/18916214-114821006621862040?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114821006621862040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114821006621862040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-babsy.html' title='my babsy'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/martin/th_pic2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-114792853501475938</id><published>2006-05-18T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T13:02:15.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;p*tang ina.. as in p*tang ina talaga. may mga tao talagang ubod ng kitid ng utak. lalo na ang ilang grupo ng mga tao. gusto ko lamang mag labas ng sama ng loob dahil may naganap at may natanggap akong masasakit na salita mula sa isang estrangherong pipi.&lt;br /&gt;parang joke no? pero totoo yun. alam nyo naman ako.. si iyakin. syempre iyak ako sandali dahil hindi ako makapag trabaho ng hindi nakapaglalabas ng sama ng loob. bakit kaya may mga taong ginagamit ang kahinaan nila upang ipanlaban sa mga taong normal? at kailangan ba talagang gumamit ng masasakit na salita habang nakikipag usap ng propesyonal? ngayon tanong ko sino ang hindi propesyonal? i  ask you, is it proper to say "fuck" over a professional phone call? if only i wasn't an intellectual being and following by my company's standards i would've cursed this idiot back-mind you i'm good at that- but no.. i tried to continue this fucked up conversation with that low-life who wouldn't want to hang up anyway. walang manners amputa! at insensitive daw ako at mahina makipag communicate... c'mon.... kung kilala nyo ko yun ba ang sasabihin nyo tungkol sa akin? marunong akong lumugar noh!&lt;br /&gt;hay, gusto ko lang ipahiwatig na ito ang isa sa mga rason kung bakit ako tumigil sa pagttrabaho sa isang ..uhm... ung trabaho ko dati (para sa hindi nakakaalam, sori na lang).. dahil ito ay nakakabobo at napipilitan akong makipag talastasan sa mga ganitong uri ng tao. hay... all part of the corporate world.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-114792853501475938?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114792853501475938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114792853501475938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/05/ptang-ina.html' title=''/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-114751517550272102</id><published>2006-05-13T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T18:12:55.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane at Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: Tired legs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Location: Hyatt Hotel and Casino Manila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;it's raining men... nah... it's literally a storm outside.. i'm here, working and over-seeing a wedding.... hay.. i can't wait for my own. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;grabe, i recently got engaged with Hyatt. We're getting married pretty soon. I probably should set up my bed here somewhere. Don't get me wrong, I am enjoying what i do ok. It's just that the travel time from here to home tires the hell out of me.. *sigh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;well anyway, back to work...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-114751517550272102?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/114751517550272102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=114751517550272102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114751517550272102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114751517550272102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/05/hurricane-at-work.html' title='Hurricane at Work'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-114706538971609274</id><published>2006-05-08T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T08:56:17.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eventful Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: Monday Bloody Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Location: Hyatt &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Last Saturday was Lola Lyn's 70th birthday party, incidentally, it is also my first wedding in Hyatt as a part of the events team..... How's that for a conflict?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And so to make the long story short, I filed a change of shift from 0900-1300 to 1500-1900H. Btw, the 70th b-day party commences with a mass atop the chapel of Vista Linda at 1830.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at the venue, ahem, in Antipolo, a little over 9PM. Mom had a reunion to attend to and so she needed the car that I brought. Her appointment was 9PM so she was calling me incessantly while in transit. I was driving in 4th gear going up on a hilly slope mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the party, while I was having my dinner, later than the rest, my Tita Gilda interrupted me and asked me to start the program…. I was like…. Uhm… hello?! What are we talking about here? I remembered my aunt asking for my help in the program about a week before.. I told her I’d help out with the preparations and all. We never got to it because of our schedule differences. Now, she’s asking me to ‘carry out’ the program.. ahem.. as the Master (mistress?) of Ceremonies… and mind you, we never even outlined the program at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it didn’t need a lot of persuading to get me up on stage, we were desperate. I didn’t have an actual programme, but I had a lot of coaches... all my &lt;em&gt;titas... &lt;/em&gt;grabe ang gulo. but then again we were able to pull it through and the guests congratulated me after the program for a job well done... &lt;em&gt;akalain mo yun, naka-bola pa rin ako!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;that is another addition to my resume in hosting. i've had 2 debuts, 1 wedding and now this. I was not born totally talent-less afterall. That was something i could do in a drop of a hat... ahem, with certain conditions though....... 1) we have to be really, really, really desperate.. 2) i have to know the celebrant.. hehe&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/EJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With EJ at Lolyn's 70th Birthday Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;EJ is my 2nd degree cousin. such a sweet little kid. i just wish he was 17 years older and that we're not related. he can speak more eloquently and is more gentlemanly than most guys i know. he asked me to dance-and it's waltz! such a cutie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/1.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ahm... wala lang... wala na...&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/18916214-114706538971609274?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114706538971609274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114706538971609274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/05/eventful-saturday.html' title='Eventful Saturday'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-114683038429102418</id><published>2006-05-05T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T19:59:44.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Martin's Bday and Hyatt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: Exhausted to the EXTREME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Location: Office&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Martin's Birthday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Before the stroke of midnight, the eve before Martin's birthday, he sent me a text message and invited me to have dinner with his siblings the next day (April 30) to celebrate his birthday. The next day I met up with him at the chapel of PGH at about 5 in the afternoon to hear mass and then have dinner with his family at Chef D'Angelo at Rob Place Ermita. I finally met the Banez siblinghood. After dinner he took me home in far away Marikina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, for once in a looooong time i felt loved and cared for, and Marts' sister, Ate Charisse is the sweetest thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But well, I didn't dwell too much at that moment.... I knew it wouldn't last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hyatt&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I started my work at &lt;strong&gt;Hyatt Hotel and Casino &lt;/strong&gt; as an &lt;strong&gt;Events Coordinator. &lt;/strong&gt;The week passed quickly and many things happened.. Well, administratively. I pretty much do similar things as I did when I was in my training, handling corporate and social events within the hotel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's ok and i'm turning into a workaholic. It's almost 8 and i'm still here. When I get home i go straight to bed to so I can get back to work early for the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tomorrow i have a wedding to attend to... and alas.... it's my grandmother's 70th birthday party... and it's in effin' ANTIPOLO......!!!!! I have to stay at the hotel til 7pm..... so what am I gonna do? Fly? Hindi ako si Darna noh! But basically im ok with it... It's just that my dad has a problem with it. haaaaaay... I'm so torn.&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/18916214-114683038429102418?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/114683038429102418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=114683038429102418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114683038429102418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114683038429102418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/05/martins-bday-and-hyatt.html' title='Martin&apos;s Bday and Hyatt'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-114606046755909458</id><published>2006-04-26T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T19:19:37.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Instant Adulthood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: Exhausted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: dum do di do dum dum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;About a month ago, I remember stressing over my papers, my thesis, my presentations and the like. A week after that I received my first call from Hyatt informing me about an opening in Events. A week after that I've had 3 interviews already. A week after that while stressing over graduation requirements (clearance, graduation dress and other fees), I had another series of interviews. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This week, a week after graduation, I get hired as an Events Coordinator for Hyatt Hotel and Casino Manila. Next week, I officially report for work and at this moment I couldn't ask for anything more.... ahm.. actually, there's one thing... can I start later?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Right now I'm really tired... really, really tired. I've been moving about Metro Manila working on my legal papers for my employment, NBI, BIR, SSS, mayor's permit, medical, etc.. etc... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This afternoon i was wearing my pink billabong shirt, carrying my pink ripcurl bag, containing my pink barbie folder (for my documents), checking my pink watch (c/o uncle jul) while my hair is up in my pink flowered pony and on my feet are my pink sequined flip-flops, and i'm smelling like Victoria's secret Enchanted Apple.. aren't I the sweetest lil' thing? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Not for long... i'l have to throw away my minis for plain black pencil cuts, my babytees for white blouses, my flipflops for closed heels and yes.. no anklets under black hoisery! No more barbies, no more pinks, no more butterflies... and i really can't make like Elle Woods here, that would go against Hyatt Standards.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This morning I just finished filing the last of my necessary papers. I submitted them too. I got my uniform reserved for my first day of work and my locker assignment. This is really it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A little over month ago I never expected to be here writing about working and career.. I thought I'll be just redesigning my blog or bathing under the sun... Immediately, I'm forced to think   about the future. In an instant I go from a delinquent student to a would-be responsible &lt;em&gt;events coordinator&lt;/em&gt;. Things are happening at lightning speed, I'm not sure if i'm absorbing everything correctly... i'm scared, exhilarated... but then again... whether I like it and am ready for it or not, it's coming.... my only option is to accept the challenge. Real world here I come....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Only... I don't promise that one day i'll be writing about me crying about work.. hehe &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Depressed" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_1_6.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In Love Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*you might think that this is &lt;em&gt;chismis....&lt;/em&gt; but I warn you.. this might get boring.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I appreciate with being out of school is that I can go back to one of my favorite pastimes that not a lot of people know (and that I really don't wanna brag about.. &lt;em&gt;hello?! nerdax!&lt;/em&gt;) Ever since break started I've finished 2 novels (one by &lt;strong&gt;Andrew Neiderman&lt;/strong&gt;) and a short story (&lt;strong&gt;Agatha Christie&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; I'm about half-way through &lt;em&gt;The Client &lt;/em&gt;by &lt;strong&gt;John Grisham&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/1600/client.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/200/client.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'm falling in loving with him all over again (remember &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2005/07/this-is-how-i-am-in-bed.html"&gt;The Chamber&lt;/a&gt;?)&lt;/em&gt;... I remember seeing fragments of the film once upon a time, over a decade ago, when I was younger, actually I didn't see the entire film, I just marvelled at Brad Renfro's cuteness. Now that I'm older, with more appreciation of the law and the actual plot of the story, I'm really awestruck at his genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially like the character of &lt;strong&gt;Reggie Love, &lt;/strong&gt;Attorney-at-Law (played by &lt;strong&gt;Susan Sarandon&lt;/strong&gt;)... She's the intelligent, bitchy lady you'd love to hate (and I wanna be like her!). And this is one of my favorite lines........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FBI Agent McThune: "&lt;em&gt;You don't need a lawyer. Lawyers are a pain in the ass"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Agent McThune tells this to young &lt;strong&gt;Mark Sway&lt;/strong&gt; when the boy asks if he needs one to represent him as the FBI interrogates him. McThune doesn't know that Reggie has wired his young client. Reggie now gets back to this abusive agent and asks him if he said certain things to her   client. Agent McThune denies everything and claims that the child is lying. At this point Reggie takes out her microcassette and plays back the conversation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reggie Love: &lt;em&gt;"I think we know who's lying... Gentlemen, the pain is here!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Lol" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_1_9.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her! I remember I was in transit when I read this scene and I want to give a standing ovation. Well, like I said I'm only halfway through, but the plot continiously grows thicker and thicker... I can't wait to finish it so that I can start on&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;The Pelican Brief.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Grabe, I'm a Grisham advocate~~ &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bow Down" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_3_3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&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/18916214-114606046755909458?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/114606046755909458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=114606046755909458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114606046755909458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114606046755909458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/04/instant-adulthood.html' title='Instant Adulthood'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-114588559819952981</id><published>2006-04-24T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T21:11:15.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The great Singapore Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: Excited&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Selfish - Sunset Daze&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Finally, after almost a month, we've finally uploaded our pictures from Singapore. Taking my inspiration from my background in tourism studies, I would like to impart to my readers a vision of Singapore from my perspective. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/plane%20day1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;plane 2 singapore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 24, Friday&lt;/strong&gt;, we arrived at Changi Airport in Singapore at about 7 in the evening. Singapore and the Philippines share the same time zone, so no need to adjust my watch. Upon arrival what struck me? the airport! Changi Airport-unlike NAIA-looks like a big mall. Complete with a wide array of shops and food establishments, that is, on top of the duty free shops. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After all the necessary arrival routines, i.e. immigration papers and baggage check out, we took a cab to our residence for 3 days, at a penthouse unit in Bauhinia Court, Maplewoods Condominium along Bukit Timah. Immediately I was informed that cabs we're strictly for 4 persons, or 4 adults and a child (unlike here where sometimes we can fit in up to 6!). Then i noticed that vehicles in Singapore are right-hand driven, hence they follow a right-hand traffic regulations as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The road we took to Maplewoods was the Pan Island Expressway, aka PIE [yes, this information I eagerly asked our trusty cab driver]. The traffic in PIE is very light, and traffic rules were strictly obeyed. The streets were absolutely spic and span and we're decorated by plants on either side of the streets. Imagine if EDSA was like that!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;On the morning of our second day our first stop was to Jurong, to see the Jurong Bird Park. From Bukit Timah, we took a bus to a transit mall. Kind of like our Farmers Plaza in Cubao, only, theirs is more posh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/bus%20station.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With sisters @ Bukit Timah Waiting shed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/transit%20mall.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Family @Bus station to Jurong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.birdpark.com.sg/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jurong Bird Park&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;From Bukit Timah, Jurong in the South West part of Singapore was 2 bus rides away. They actually have a shuttle that brings guests to the attraction. Jurong bird park houses over 9,000 birds from 600 species. It is an entire zoo that houses our feathered friends. I especially liked the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;World of Darkness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;which is an airconditioned enclosure and whose environment was patterned after the owl's natural habitat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/JBP%20nature%20meets%20future.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tram at birdpark&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/JBP%20girls%20w%20penguins.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;see penguins in our background&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/JBP%20sassi%20%40%20pelican%20cove.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me with the pelicans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/JBP%20juanna%20%26%20sassi.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;with juanna and the hornbills and toucans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;There were several bird shows also held in Jurong Bird Park, what we were able to see was &lt;em&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;Children's Parrot Show&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;at the Pools Ampitheater.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/JBP%20pools%20ampitheater.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;w/ sisters at parrot show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After our promenade at Jurong Bird Park, we had lunch at Jurong East Center. At the food court lunch starts at Sing $3.50 up. I had meatball noodle and boy, was it spicy. Singaporean food is rich in curry and has a lot of different spices. My dad says they taste all the same, but being a fan of spicy food myself I didn't have a lot of trouble enjoying them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After lunch we went to Seiki Mall in Bugis center, now this place is just like any ordinary mall. There were some familiar brands like Giordano and Hang Ten. I especially liked the Disney shop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/sassi%20%40%20disney%20seiki.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;at Disney, Seiki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentosa Island&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Our next destination was Sentosa Island, an island south of Singapore. Now, in Sentosa, you will never get bored. There are a lot of things one can do, like visit the Dolphin Lagoon, see the Merlion statue, have a blast at the Palawan and Bora bora beach and ride the cable cars, among other things.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/carlberg%20space%20view.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Carlsberg Sky tower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/sassi%20w%20merlion.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the Mermaid and the Merlion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 342px; HEIGHT: 368px" height="541" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/singapore/Mauisassisentosa.jpg" width="603" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;with Maui getting our feet wet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/sassi%20%40%20reptile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;at the dragon trail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday morning we heard mass at the church of St. Ignatius at Kingston. Amazingly, even at church the Singaporeans seem to be very organized in hearing mass and in receiving communion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/kingston%20overpass.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kingston overpass, after the Mass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com.sg/homepage/home.asp"&gt;IKEA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What the hell is Ikea? Have you ever seen those catalogs? Well Ikea is a furniture and other home goods store and at such bargain prices. My dad bought a lamp that has this iron skeleton and what seemed like japanese paper wrapped around it at around Sg$15 (around 450 PhP) when that would've cost about a few thousands here in the Philippines.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/girls%20%40%20BK%20ikea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;w/ jessi and maui @ BK, Ikea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had lunch at Burger King in Ikea... Mind you, a burger meal there costs about Sg$ 6.50 (195 PhP) so let's eat all the burgers here where it's cheap!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/double%20deck%20bus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we took a double-decker bus!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After lunch we went to the Orchard Road in Ngee Ann City, where the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Singapore Fashion Festival 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was being held during our visit. There we shopped in Takashimaya, Wisma Atria and the Paragon Plaza.. and yes, we saw MTV VJ Denise. Shoppers delight! Electronics are cheap in Singapore :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/sassi%40orchard%20rd.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Shopping at Orchard Road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/jess%26sas%40surf%20girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;w/ jessi at Surf Girl shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although Singapore and the Philippines share the same time zone, there's one big difference though.... at 6.50 pm, the sun is still up. The sun sets at about 7pm in Singapore, this is because geographically, Singapore is closer to the equator.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/sassi%40night%20safari.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nightsafari.com.sg/"&gt;Night Safari&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our last stop was back at Jurong in the ever-popular, Night Safari. Upon arrival we took the tram tour. The tram as you can see below can seat five persons in a row and is open on either side so tourists can view the animals. It's like walking through a wild jungle... on wheels... and of course with a tour guide. Aside from the regulars, lions, hyenas, rhinos and others, what struck me was this 3-foot rat!!! Deym! That's something i dont wanna see running around my house. There were a variety of souvenir shops too and a lot of costumed artists performing flaming acts. After our tram tour, we went to watch the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Creatures of the Night show&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in their ampitheater.. we got in immediately before the show started so we got the seats at the backmost row. Alas, they made a creature walk on a tight-rope directly above my head!! creepy!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/sassi%40tram.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;my tram ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After this we had dinner at Newton Hawkers where we had a sugar cane juice... well, this tastes pretty much just like coconut water or something like that. I'd still get iced tea any time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, that's it for my singapore adventure.. I hope you've learned a thing or two. I sure did, I learned that even though Singapore, a country with absolutely no natural resources, can be as successful and rich as it is, then most certainly the Philippines can do the same. I just hope so. &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/18916214-114588559819952981?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114588559819952981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114588559819952981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/04/great-singapore-adventure.html' title='The great Singapore Adventure'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/singapore/th_Mauisassisentosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-114577225447893198</id><published>2006-04-23T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T14:04:14.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mabuhay Class of 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: Proud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Somewhere over the Rainbow - reggae mix&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Para sa tatlong taon sa pre school, pitong taon sa elementarya (sori naman, assumptionista ko), apat na taon sa mataas na paaralan at limang taon sa kolehiyo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Para sa lahat ng mga gabing inilagi ko sa harapan ng makinarya; mga oras na itinambay ko sa silid aralan', mga agahan, tanghalian at hapunang hindi ko nakain; mga kaklase, kabarkada, kaibigan, ka-ibigan, kagrupo, katambay, kakopyahan, kaaway, at para sa lahat ng nakasalamuha ko sa mga panahong nangangailangan ako ng kausap at karamay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Para sa mga guro, propesor, student assistant, mga inspirasyon at lahat ng naglaan ng kanilang panahon upang mapagyaman ng mga estudyanteng tulad ko ang kanilang mga kaalaman. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Para na rin sa mga kontrabida sa buhay ko, ilang mga propesor na tila ang dahilan ng kanilang pagtuturo ay para makaganti sa ibang estudyante; sa ibang kamag-aral na may galit sa mga taong mayroong konsepto ng kaligayahan, mga taong sadyang insecure; para sa mga kalalakihang malilibog na parang hindi pa nakakakita ng babae sa buong buhay nila; mga government employees na ubod ng taray at maiksi ang pasensya... para sa inyo na masama ang pagkatao. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Para sa aking mga magulang, mga kapatid at kapamilya na nagbuwis ng maraming pag mamahal at pasensya para sa akin sa mga panahong inilagi ko sa kolehiyo. Para sa inyo na nagtiwala at patuloy na nagtitiwala at gumagabay sa akin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Para sa lahat ng tao, bagay, panahon at pangyayari: utang ko sa inyo kung ano ang naging kinahinatnan ng buhay ko ngayon. Maraming salamat at naranasan ko ang inyong dalang pagmamahal o pag subok, dahil kung hindi dahil dito, maaaring wala ako ngayon sa aking kinatatayuan.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/DSC_0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Para sa mga nag sipag tapos ngayong 2006: Mabuhay kayo! Dito pa lamang nagsisimula ang totoong pag subok sa atin ng tadhana... kung saan man kayo pupunta, nawa'y mapatunayan ninyong maipagmamalaki at pag asa kayo ng bayan! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-114577225447893198?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114577225447893198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114577225447893198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/04/mabuhay-class-of-2006.html' title='Mabuhay Class of 2006'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-114576902525068245</id><published>2006-04-23T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:10:26.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B-b-b-ig Gazongas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: tawa... haha &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: "granny"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this is so funny i just want to share.... click on the link&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Female Entertainer 7" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/15/15_1_122.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://flowgo.com/index.cfm?action=view&amp;id=12606"&gt;BIG GAZONGAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb068_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb068&amp;amp;pp=ZNxdm745YYPH" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/18916214-114576902525068245?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114576902525068245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114576902525068245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/04/b-b-b-ig-gazongas.html' title='B-b-b-ig Gazongas'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-114536446439733229</id><published>2006-04-18T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T20:47:45.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irate ako</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: IRATE!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: the TV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;obviously i'm feeling irritated as ever. well, i just hate that things aren't going my way.. which come to think of it, will happen not just once in my life and which i must learn to live with...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;haaaay.. give me this moment to rant at least.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;well, the thing that makes irritates me the most is the fact that my graduation is pending due to a mistake in the spelling of my oh-so-fabulous name by my former-beloved campus --baguio. and although i'm glad that i'm hearing good news (so far...) from Hyatt... i would appreciate it if i could at least have this week devoted entirely to my graduation. i mean i haven't found a decent dress yet! and i haven't bought my &lt;em&gt;sablay&lt;/em&gt; yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;to add insult to injury... i'm getting irate over someone also. please love life... this isnt the best time to get bothered by you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/tristan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;the only thing that keeps me goin these days is a few getaways like seeing &lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/shop?d=hp&amp;cf=prev&amp;amp;id=1808501899"&gt;Tristan and Isolde&lt;/a&gt;... o how i love it! the story is fantastic, although i don't want to spoil the thrill by narrating about the movie just yet..  but i loved it. and puh-lease! it's not like Romeo and Juliet ok?! Romeo and Juliet are nuts, i've always said. but tristan and isolde, it's a love story that has some sense in it. all the characters have an impact in the story. not just two nutcases who can't get their hands off each other.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;ok i'm not being cynical. love at first sight are for kids. they don't happen in real life. chances are this lovely fella you're eyeing on is empty in the head or has a cold heart. ironic, love is a concept that is both under-estimated and over-rated. maybe because some people claims to know so much about this absurd concept. but you know? that's what complicate things. let love be what it is. let it grow..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-114536446439733229?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/114536446439733229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=114536446439733229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114536446439733229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114536446439733229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/04/irate-ako_18.html' title='Irate ako'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-114516386215882408</id><published>2006-04-16T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T15:04:08.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: Steady lang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Be My World - Milky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My family, together with Sarsi, and I went to Infanta, Quezon for the Holidays. Ayun, ang saya. at night, while watching the full moon being reflected on the water, while listening to the waves, staring at the flow and ebb of the water, while feeling the coolness of the sea breeze on my bare skin and the grainy sand on my toes.... I missed him... BIG TIME!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;What joy it would have been to share that moment with someone you love... haaaayyy!!! &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Need A Hug" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/11/11_1_100.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some pictures from Quezon:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/100_0925.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sarah and Me baking in the sun&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/100_0954.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sarah and me and our gorgeous tan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/kme%20ni%20dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is where is get my good looks.. hehe..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/100_0953.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My sister, maui and I&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/100_1018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;With Sarah in our humble dressing room (day 2)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb068_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb068&amp;amp;pp=ZNxdm745YYPH" border="0" /&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/18916214-114516386215882408?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114516386215882408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114516386215882408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/04/holiday.html' title='Holiday'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-114461363444169481</id><published>2006-04-10T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T04:28:53.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE: then and now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: Contemplative&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Thinking" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/4/4_12_12.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: My heartbeat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I was playing 20 questions with Joev. It's a game where you shoot each other a question which the other person answers truthfully. It's a fun game because not only did I learn a lot of things about your "opponent", but I got to know myself better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Disclaimer: the names of the people involved have no influence to what my opinion says about them.... whether they like it or not.. they're part of my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Burning Heart" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_3_22.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;QUESTION: Biggest Love Adventure?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My answer to this was of 2 parts... both involving one person. Nicco Yorobe. Now, a brief backgrounder. I met Nicco when I was on the rocks with my then-current relationship. First time I saw him, I fell in love with his strong, silent, mysterious aura. I was 18, naive. About a month after I broke up with Kenneth, I became closer to Nicco... and our adventure began.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Love adventure.... a few days into our whirl wind "quasirelationship" (for clarity sake: never naging kami, ok! ) November '04, we took my dad's car for a ride to have dinner with his family. I asked him to drive for me. And then somewhere along Quirino avenue, on our way to Roxas Blvd, we got caught by an MMDA for a traffic violation... it turns out, he doesn't have his license.. Yikes.. while the MMDA officer was on his way to our car.. we turned out the lights and sped through the night.. both of us were unfamiliar of the place then, so we couldn't find a dark alley where we could find temporary solitude while the traffic officer chased us. We finally needed to stop at a red light along Taft avenue when we saw a police motorcycle... i kept reciting... &lt;em&gt;"walang gagalaw, walang gagalaw" &lt;/em&gt;as if not moving inside the car could actually conceal the vehicle amidst the traffic. but we didn't get caught.. whew... but the adrenaline rush was fantastic!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Our Second adventure is a little bit naughtier, mas maganda siguro kung hindi ko na lang ikkwento. But it involves another car (his adventure), a security guard and again, not getting caught. Being with Nicco was really a whirl! I was telling Joev how then I was young, adventurous, daring, with raging hormones. Nevertheless, my love for him was sincere and unadulterated. I never gave anything a second thought, i just did what my heart yearned to do. Thus making every fun more exciting and every heartache more tragic. But as I look back, I don't think I have regrets about loving him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Hello" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_39.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To Nicco, we might not have ended on a good note, still, I thank you for all the experiences, laughters and every moment that you made my heart skip a beat. I hope you find happiness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Once again, I'm in that state of being where my heart pounds out of my chest everytime I'm with somebody. But somethings have changed.. with me at least. Now, I'm more careful, more patient and more thoughtful of my actions. Perhaps brought about by my experiences, my heartaches, perhaps because of age.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I remember telling joev that I've changed now.. with how i deal with things, how i show my love. No more impulsive sidetrips, no more sneaking out late at night. My concept of love now is a deep connection of two hearts, an intercourse of the soul and a passionate way of showing affection --(uhm, before anybody reacts... this isn't a reference to sex ok?!) it's more of letting your eyes reflect what's inside you, burning to be expressed. It's about loving the other person despite of all his shortcomings and imperfection. It's about growing together. It's the overwhelming feeling when you kiss and tell each other how much you love the other. It's the moment you want to share with him when you receive a good news or when you feel most weak. It's about showing him who you truly are, with all your flaws, no pretensions. It's the honesty in your eyes that betray your words when you argue in anger. It's the feeling of fear when he's not around, of insecurity when a pretty face passes by, and comfort when he assures you that you are the most beautiful creation of God for him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This is my current view of the absurd concept called love...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Spray I Love You" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/11/11_6_205.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To you, thank you for showing me a different light of what love is all about. You may not be perfect... but I love you just the same.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-114461363444169481?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114461363444169481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114461363444169481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/04/love-then-and-now.html' title='LOVE: then and now'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-114445254308683140</id><published>2006-04-08T06:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T08:27:57.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang disney, ang hyatt, ang unggoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: Recently very elated then frustrated&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;as if i'm not on vacation... i've been lagging with my blog updates.. wala lang.. nakakastress. akalain mo yun.. nakaka stress palang maging bum?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;so ano na nga ba? ayun.. matapos ang aking desperate na pag uupload ng pics mula sa opis ni amang hari.. nakapag upload ako ng konting pictures. baket konti? wlang burner.. ayaw gumana ng disket.. so it's necessary that i upload those damn pics! but wait.. there's more... wala na yatang ibabagal ung dial up dun sa cubao.. samahan mo pa ng ubod na bagal na CPU and voila! bagal mode of a lifetime. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;para sa mga hindi naniniwalang nag date kami ng brownman noong pebrero&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/alpi1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ang poging basista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/dino2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ang pinaka poging Dino ng Buhay ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/xaymaca/100_0137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Smile" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_1_1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ganito ako kalapit sa kanya.. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;anyway, nung nakaraang lunes ay umuwi ako sa kabundukan ng Antipolo kung saan ako'y nagka malay (kung meron man). at doon.. ang tangi ko lang ginawa ay manood ng DVD.. at oo, disney po. akalain mong meron palang Peterpan 2 at Mulan 2? at naiiyak pa nga ko sa Peter Pan 2 e.. huhu.. anak ni Wendy ang bida. o di ba? san ka pa... at eto pa... sabi ni General Shang sa Mulan 2:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In an ideal world, everyone will marry for love. But the world is not perfect. I'm just glad mine is"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ang lakas di ba? Buti pa ang cartoons may lablayp.. di tulad kong hamak na mortal.. papatay na ko!!! Nag karon na naman ako ng self-declared war II.. sino na naman ang kaaway ko? well.. ung kaaway ko pa rin dun sa self-declared war I. o sasabihin na naman ni Jem LQ ito.. oo.. tatapusin ko na lintek na pag ibig toh! Pero babalikan ko na lang ito dahil magugulo ang chronology ng kwento ko.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Pag balik ko sa sibilisasyon ay dumalo kami sa isang pista upang parangalan ang pinsan kong pumasa sa bar.. naks.. ang galing ni Atty. Ida! one take! pero bago pa nun ay tinawagan akong muli ng Hyatt Hotel and Casino Manila... akalain mo un, hindi bola yung sinabi nilang "&lt;em&gt;we'll call you"&lt;/em&gt;... at noong Huwebes ay kinilatis na naman ako ng tatlong direktor... Director of Sales, Chris Legaspi; Director of Marketing, Eugene Tamesis; at Human Resources Director, Emma Cruz... matapos akong manginig ng matagal ng panahon ay natapos nman. Sinabihan nila akong bumalik kinabukasan sa ganap na alas-9 ng umaga para sa aking... yikes... final interview... with.. ahem... a Panel interview of the executive committee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Pag katapos ng aking pakikipag sapalaran ay nag kita kami ni Martin sa Rob Place upang mag hapunan at manood ng Ice Age 2. ok.. wala pang war na nagaganap dito kahit pinaghintay nya na naman ako ng matagal... ok.. just proves immature sya talaga. nakakainis. pero ayos lang.. masaya naman ako nun, wala namang problema.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;In the evening pinuntahan ko si Gracielle sa ADB.. sa tapat ng podium. potek.. hindi pala dun ang building nya.. sa Emerald pala. Leche! alam ko kung san ang emerald ave, hello inikot ko kaya ang ortigas on foot when i was in search of a job dati. kaso i didn't know how to get there by car with all the one-way-streets in ortigas center.. lech.. hndi ako makaalis ng garnet.. when i know na ang emerald ay nandun lang sa susunod na street. at dalawang beses akong napahiya dahil akala ko si gracielle ung mga taong nakikita ko. waaaahhh... pero salamat ng marame gracee para sa coat.. ang ganda ko nun. &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Smile" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_1_1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After dumugo ang ilong ko from my final interview yesterday, as was discussed the day prior to that, i went to his (martin) place para isoli ang DVD na sabi ko ay never ko nang isosoli for the rest of my life. tapos... guess what.. nag away kami. &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Depressed" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_1_6.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; anong pinag awayan namin? yung immaturity nya na never na yatang magbabago. leche sya. malandi sya. kung ganyan ang gusto nya.. bahala sya sa buhay nya, wala na akong magagawa. humingi ako ng sign kay God.. simple lang pero may logic. sa kanya ko na ipauubaya ang lahat.&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb068_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb068&amp;amp;pp=ZNxdm745YYPH" border="0" /&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/18916214-114445254308683140?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114445254308683140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114445254308683140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/04/ang-disney-ang-hyatt-ang-unggoy.html' title='ang disney, ang hyatt, ang unggoy'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/xaymaca/th_100_0137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-114425342114938139</id><published>2006-04-06T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T00:10:21.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BYE BYE SCHOOL!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Spaz" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_33.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mood: ELATED!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M SO HAPPY......... AFTER 19 YEARS OF EDUCATION I'M FINALLY GRADUATING!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Laughing 1" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_19.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; PASADO KO SA STS!!!!!!!!!!  &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Spaz" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_33.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M 0.1 PT SHORT OF BEING A COLLEGE SCHOLAR... DEYM... THIS IS THE MOST FUN SEM OF ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb068_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb068&amp;amp;pp=ZNxdm745YYPH" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/18916214-114425342114938139?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114425342114938139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114425342114938139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/04/bye-bye-school.html' title='BYE BYE SCHOOL!!!!'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-114399523528696214</id><published>2006-04-02T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T00:27:15.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: Disappointed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i was looking around... i see a lot of things. a lot of things I can be genuinely thankful for. Those minute details that I have often times took for granted. Then with almost a tear dropping from my eyes.. I realize how lucky I am. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I wake up one morning and realized someone so dear to me turned into this person that i never in my wildest thoughts, that I'd ever meet. Ever in my whole life, much more rub elbows with.  I'm disappointed really. Devastated. Broken hearted. But try as i may, there's nothing I can do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I pity those who've fallen apart and blamed the world. They feel they have been forsaken, forgotten. Hence, they are taking solitude in the wrong people and things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I say, to hell with you people. It's bad enough that this world is full of angst as it is. Increments of yours will not make it a better place. It's sickening. Disgusting. Instead of showing off to the world how vengeful you are, tis better to just shut up and leave it at peace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;There is so much to be thankful for. So many things you are taking for granted. It pains me that you are ignoring these things, because not everyone is as lucky as you. There is so much that you can do and you are throwing it all away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It doesn't bother me though. I've grown numb over time. What pisses me off is that the people I love, those who are special to me, they are the ones who are getting hurt. I look into their eyes and i see they're torn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Grow up. I know you're doing this deliberately. You enjoy inflicting pain to those who care for you. It's pathetic. One day, you'll wake up and regret everything. Still, I care enough and hope that you don't. I'm just here, buzz if you need me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-114399523528696214?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/114399523528696214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=114399523528696214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114399523528696214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114399523528696214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/04/hate-letter.html' title='Hate Letter'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-114379085445987995</id><published>2006-03-31T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T15:40:59.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the adventures of the adventurers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: Giddy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: tic toc, tic toc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;unfortunately our digicam installer still wont work... so kamusta nman ang ang singapore a week ago, ang group meets 2 weeks ago, ang wedding pics 3 weeks ago at ang gig ng brownman sa xaymaca over a month ago.. ayun.. nasa SD card pa rin at nangunguripot si amang hari.. ayaw bumili ng card reader, paganahin ko daw ang installer. magikera sana ako.&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Rolling Eyes" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_1_16.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;tinatamad akong magkwento about &lt;em&gt;the great singapore adventure&lt;/em&gt; ng walang pictures.. so that will have to wait. ibang chika na lng... fire away...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;nung isang araw (mar 29), kasama ko si Martin, at sinamahan nya ko sa UP upang kunin ang substitution form ko mula sa math building. tapos nag starbucks kme sa katipunan at nakita ko ang team mate ko sa soccer nung hs. dala ko ang kotseng BM ni amang hari.. astig sana.. kung hindi lang olats ang makina nito.. samakatuwid ay bawal patayin ang makina. therefore, nakatambay kami sa kahabaan ng katipunan habang nilalasap ang aming caramel frappe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;matapos nito ay pumunta kami sa bahay ni Leo Martinez. as in si Batanggenyong Don Robert. baket kamo? wala lang.. mag papa autograph.. ang kotseng dala namen ay dati nyang pag aari at kelangan ng autograph nya sa deed of sale eklavu. basta proper documentation stuff that needed to be filled out. inutos lang sakin ni amang hari. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;pag katapos ng aming pag bisita sa tahanan ni Don Robert ay dumeretso na kame sa aming palasyo. lingid sa aming kaalaman, ay umuwi na pala si Amang Hari! habang pumaparada kami ay bigla na lamang sumulpot ang aking paternal figure sa aming tarangkahan at may kausap na kliyente. ito ay hindi sinasadyang pag uwi ng maaga dahil may kailangan pala syang asikasuhin. sa madaling salita ay kinailangan ko nang ipakilala ang ginoong kasama ko noong moment na iyon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;tumambay lang muna kami ng ilang minuto sa aming tahanan at umalis na si Martin dahil may pupuntahan pa siya sa kaharian ng Ortigas. buti na lamang at may kausap si Amang Hari at hindi niya kami masyadong pinansin. Nang umalis ang kausap ng aking ama ay ininterview nya ako....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amang Hari&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;si Martin, sino sya?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prinsesa Anastasia&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;ay yun, friend ko po&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AH&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;anong klaseng friend?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PA:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;ahm, friendly friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AH&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;nanliligaw sayo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PA&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;not exactly....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AH:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;baket, sinagot mo na?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PA&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;not really...&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Dumb" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_3_6.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AH:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Bakit ang kabataan ngayon ang labo na sumagot. Dati ay 'oo' at 'hindi' lamang ang sagot! So parang MU ganon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PA&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;hehe... sort of  &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tongue Out" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_1_20.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hehe... well, malamang ay nababaliw na si Amang Hari sa mga sinabi ko.. pero sadyang hindi nya talaga maiintindihan.&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Perplexed" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_1_14.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Basta.. steady lang. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Maya maya pa ay tinawagan ako ng HR dept ng Hyatt Hotel and Casino Manila, may opening daw sa Marketing, Events Coordinator daw. job description: super nakakapagod at pressure, patayin ang social life kinda work. pero alam ko na isa ito sa mga bagay na kung saan ako ay magiging masaya + Hyatt pa. Ang lugar kung saan ako ay nag praktikum at natuto ng maraming bagay. Naging masaya ako sa organisasyong ito. Sana ay matanggap ako dito.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ang aking interview ay naset para sa kinabukasan (which is, as i write, yesterday. Mar. 30) ng hapon. Ang nakaganda pa lalo ng araw ko ay pupunta ang mahal kong Brownman sa Robinsons Malate na tila ay apat na hakbang lamang ang layo mula sa Hyatt. Dito ay nakasama ko sina Jemma Emerald Zafra, Renato Ancajas at si Martin Bañez. Tinitigan muna namin sandali ang mahal kong si Dino Concepcion at matapos ay kumain kami sa Karate Kid dahil hindi pa ako nanananghalian (at alas syete na ito ng gabi). Chika chika at konti pang tambay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nang magparamdam na ang aking amang hari sa aking telepono ay kinailangan ko nang mamaalam sa pangkat. Hinatid nila ako sa taft avenue kung saan ay makakasakay ako pauwi... at nang humirit si Ren ren ng "&lt;strong&gt;Quasirelationship..... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ang pakikipagrelasyon kay Quasimodo" &lt;/em&gt;ay kamuntikan ko nang maiwan ang bituka ko sa katatawa...&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Lol" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_1_9.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/monkeycute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="I Love You" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/11/11_6_204.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mahal ko ang unggoy &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/18916214-114379085445987995?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/114379085445987995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=114379085445987995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114379085445987995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114379085445987995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/03/adventures-of-adventurers.html' title='the adventures of the adventurers'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-114353981092186753</id><published>2006-03-28T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T23:52:25.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musmosyalan</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mood: Contented&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Sounds of nature&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/1600/musmos.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/musmos.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, March 18, 2006. The &lt;strong&gt;University of the Philippines Travel Society&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;the Org&lt;/em&gt; to be in at the UP Asian Institute of Tourism held its &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Musmosyalan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the annual out-reach activity of the org. (this is where the profit from &lt;strong&gt;Tipsy Saturday &lt;/strong&gt;went). Here, the members of TS makes a day special from the World Vision Foundation &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TS kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/balloons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;7:30 am: the members of TS convened at McDonald's Philcoa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;7:45 am: begin set up for the activity&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;8:00 am: the party begins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/mirel%20panggap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the party started with a few getting-to-know-u's&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/miah.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;love this pic of miah and her little friend&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/panggap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and then some game&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/dancing%20carmi.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and then some more&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;even the &lt;em&gt;ate's&lt;/em&gt; are game&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/kids%20eating.jpg" border="0" /&gt;chow time ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/lootbags.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;of course there are some gifts &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/song.jpg" border="0" /&gt;one of the kids performed a song number.. the members are camera shy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/all2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;we had fun.. i hope the kids did too ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/18916214-114353981092186753?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114353981092186753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114353981092186753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/03/musmosyalan.html' title='Musmosyalan'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-114342551952938025</id><published>2006-03-27T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T10:11:59.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing Time....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: Fantastic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: some classical music&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm currently at the Changi Airport, Singapore passing time... our flight back to Manila is not til for about 2 hours. Well anyway it's been a really fabulous time here, a more detailed account and (of course) pictures will be uploaded soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm dead tired but i had a great time. You see, night (i mean the moment the sun sets) here in Singapore begins at 7:45 pm... which is probably great if it were in the Philippines, because then we could always go home later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We got home way after midnight and had to get up early for our trip today... u know the airport drill... 3 hours before take off.. so i'll see you guys soon. mwah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-114342551952938025?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/114342551952938025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=114342551952938025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114342551952938025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114342551952938025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/03/passing-time.html' title='Passing Time....'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-114314855706059216</id><published>2006-03-24T04:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T05:15:57.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>almost all down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: Dead tired&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Perplexed" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_1_14.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Nothing but the buzzing of the wind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Things &lt;s&gt;to do&lt;/s&gt; DONE: &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Thumbs Up" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_3_16.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;thesis first draft&lt;/s&gt; (feb 24)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;thesis poster&lt;/s&gt; (mar 15)&lt;br /&gt;thesis final paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;promotional plan and collaterals&lt;/s&gt;(mar 22)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;business plan - Tourism Planning &lt;/s&gt;(mar 17)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;business plan - Strategic Management &lt;/s&gt;(mar 24)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Term Paper - STS &lt;/s&gt;(im the group leader) (mar 22)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Class paper - Ecotourism. &lt;/s&gt;(i'm the leader of the paper constructing group)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;business plan - Entrepreneurship &lt;/s&gt;- thanks to our biz stints this is foregone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;4th long exam - STS &lt;/s&gt;(mar 21)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;4th long exam - Natsci1 &lt;/s&gt;(mar 21)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;finals natsci&lt;/s&gt; - i have a good feeling i'm gonna be exempted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;defense business plan - Tour planning &lt;/s&gt;(mar 24) Cancelled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been a busy week but at least i'm almost done. the final hard bound paper will need only a day to complete. after 4 nights of waiting for the sun rise, i'm finally done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just emailed to my partner my part in the promotional plan and my collateral ideas. prior to that i consolidated and edited my group's (ahem, leader-leaderan) paper in ecotourism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/promo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my concept: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jamocca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. a reggae bar + cafe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;work of an amateur lay out artist+ a sickening monochromatic monitor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;and before that i completed my part in our group's biz plan for strategic management and bonded and pigged out with my STS group mates on the night when i had 2 exams and no decent sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/upload2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my sts group&lt;/strong&gt;- back: carla, meng; front: ana, me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;after a looooong night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no use sleeping now. it's 5 am. my things are still in a mess. our flight is sometime later, i didn't even bother ask the time. all i know is that dad wants to get out at 7.30 am. i have a few minutes to spare. ergo i blog. i'm tired and drained. but i'm glad it's almost through... &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Not Sure" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_1_13.gif" border="0" /&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/18916214-114314855706059216?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/114314855706059216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=114314855706059216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114314855706059216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114314855706059216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/03/almost-all-down.html' title='almost all down'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-114241986923144361</id><published>2006-03-15T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T18:51:09.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 down, a lot to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: ACAD MODE-- EXTREME!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: KLSP - spongecola&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;we finished our thesis poster last saturday. we were probably the first pair to finish. it was my demand. presentation was today, and i was busy yesternight working on my Tourism Planning paper with my groupmates. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I was the first person to place our poster in the seminar room yesterday. afterwhich, my groupmates and i proceeded to my one of my groupmate's house. i left JJ's house at exactly midnight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;poster presentation was a breeze this morning, a little more revision and we're ready to go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things to do:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;thesis first draft&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;(feb 24)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;thesis poster&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (mar 15)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thesis final paper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;promotional plan&lt;/strong&gt; (mar 22)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;business plan - Tourism Planning &lt;/strong&gt;(mar 17)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;business plan - Strategic Management &lt;/strong&gt;(mar 24)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Term Paper - STS&lt;/strong&gt; (im the group leader) (mar 22)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Class paper - Ecotourism.&lt;/strong&gt; (i'm the leader of the paper constructing group)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;business plan - Entrepreneurship &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- thanks to our biz stints this is foregone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th long exam - STS&lt;/strong&gt; (mar 21)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th long exam - Natsci1&lt;/strong&gt; (mar 21)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;finals natsci&lt;/strong&gt; - i have a good feeling i'm gonna be exempted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;defense business plan - Tour planning&lt;/strong&gt; (mar 24) alas! i'm out of town!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  Places to go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;TS Musmosyalan (mar 18 8 am)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;TS formals (all through out the week)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;IOD anniv (mar 18 6.30 am)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;TS indocrination&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gabby's christening (mar 19 9.30 am)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;+3 interviews  and 1 long night for the STS paper.... and several research and data gathering for other things... waaaah!&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Frown" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_1_8.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;this is gonna be one wild week... i'm gonna survive i know it! i better!&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mouth At Side" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_1_12.gif" 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;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb068_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb068&amp;amp;pp=ZNxdm745YYPH" border="0" /&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/18916214-114241986923144361?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/114241986923144361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=114241986923144361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114241986923144361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114241986923144361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/03/1-down-lot-to-go.html' title='1 down, a lot to go'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-114205340066858529</id><published>2006-03-11T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T18:51:55.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anagrams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: Hysterical&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: kiss the girl - little mermaid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;in my addiction to Dan Brown's work, i answered this like code breaking site.... wow.. astig... and then i came across this very interesting site: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anagramgenius.com/server.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.anagramgenius.com/server.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;... and this site made me laugh... sobra.... so what exactly are anagrams? well.. they are a reshuffle of letters in a word to make a new phrase/sentence/word with a different meaning..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;for instance: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DORMITORY: dirty room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DESPERATION: a rope ends it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;THE EYES: they see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SLOT MACHINES: a cash lost in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A DECIMAL POINT: i'm a dot in place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ok.. since you've had the hang of it... you'll be surprised at some of the names i've looked up.. tell me if the anagram matches the person's names...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SISQO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOHARA BARCEBAL&lt;/strong&gt;:'Jar abhor a cable.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHRISTINA CAPERINA:&lt;/strong&gt; 'Rich, sane patrician.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GRACIELLE DE LEON:&lt;/strong&gt; 'Clean or idle glee.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MA. ROSARIO LOURDES EM&lt;/strong&gt;: 'Malodorous, smearier.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GISELLE GERMAN:&lt;/strong&gt; 'Eager smelling.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MA. MICHIKO SENIR:&lt;/strong&gt; 'I am shinier mock.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;CHARADE BRIGADE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABIGAIL BAUTISTA:&lt;/strong&gt; 'It is a bug at labia.' &lt;em&gt;abby, your name means "labia"?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MITCHELLE BAGUIO&lt;/strong&gt;: I'm celibate ghoul.' &lt;em&gt;si mytch celibate?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRANCES CEELIN BENITO:&lt;/strong&gt; 'Beneficent, censorial.' &lt;em&gt;couldn't have said it better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KARL ANTHONY CAMILA:&lt;/strong&gt; 'Tally-ho! Rank maniac.'&lt;em&gt; isa pa toh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SARAH ANNE DIAZ:&lt;/strong&gt; 'Hazard as inane.' &lt;em&gt;hazardous sarah.. ayos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KARA CEACILIA GABRIEL:&lt;/strong&gt; 'Icier balalaika grace.' &lt;em&gt;wala kong masabe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SARAH JEAN GRUTAS:&lt;/strong&gt; 'Aha! Just arranges.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JEFFREY MANUEL:&lt;/strong&gt; 'Feel 'n' jury fame.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JULIENNE ONTUCA:&lt;/strong&gt; 'Tunnel on a juice.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DANIEL CARLO SORIANO:&lt;/strong&gt; 'An ideal, corrosional.' &lt;em&gt;carlo, bagay sayo&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MELISSA TOTANES:&lt;/strong&gt; 'Measliest as not.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JEMMA EMERALD ZAFRA:&lt;/strong&gt; 'Jam alarm mad freeze.' &lt;em&gt;jem, alam kong mas gusto mo ung isa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHRISTOPHER NEX BENAS:&lt;/strong&gt; 'Inexpert, brash chosen.' &lt;em&gt;not a charade.. but the thought that his anagram says "inexpert" kills me.. ano kaya ssabihin nya pag nakita nya to?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;JODERA&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MICHAEL AGUILAR&lt;/strong&gt;: 'Glacial him urea.' &lt;em&gt;wiwi?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RENATO ANCAJAS: &lt;/strong&gt;'Jar ace on Satan.' &lt;em&gt;renren satanista!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARTIN LEON ANTHONY BANEZ&lt;/strong&gt;: 'Ha! Not tyrannize nobleman.' &lt;em&gt;tyrant?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHARISSE BRUAN:&lt;/strong&gt; 'Raunchier bass.' &lt;em&gt;yes.. charisse raunchy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RAUL CANON JR:&lt;/strong&gt; 'Jocular 'n' ran.' ..&lt;em&gt; parang kiss and run?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JASPER PAULUS CANONIGO&lt;/strong&gt;: 'Jocular as sanguine pop." &lt;em&gt;wla kong naintindihan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LUCIA FLORES: &lt;/strong&gt;'Careful soil.' &lt;em&gt;out of respect.. i shall not comment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERSHEL GATMEN:&lt;/strong&gt; 'He's the mangler.' &lt;em&gt;HE?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KATHERINE GONZALES:&lt;/strong&gt; 'Sleek ignorant haze.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JESUS LAVA III:&lt;/strong&gt; 'I. Is suave jail.' &lt;em&gt;si third si mr. suave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KATHRYN LEBUMFACIL:&lt;/strong&gt; 'Crankily humble fat.' &lt;em&gt;sori i dunno ur new last name... fat?! sarcastic ba to?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AIKEN JUDE LOPEZ&lt;/strong&gt;: 'Daze lupine joke.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CZARMILJUN MANZA:&lt;/strong&gt; 'Jazz in carnal mum.'&lt;em&gt; miljun=carnal?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ELIZABETH HARRIET MRAZEK:&lt;/strong&gt; 'Bike rather, I am the razzle.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAARNI RABAJA:&lt;/strong&gt; 'A labia ran jar.' &lt;em&gt;labia?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHEENA RAMOS&lt;/strong&gt;: 'Shame reason. &lt;em&gt;shame sheena!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOEVANNIE TAN&lt;/strong&gt;: 'Innovate Jane.'&lt;em&gt; jane?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MA. THERESA TAN:&lt;/strong&gt; 'Hast man-eater.' &lt;em&gt;haha.. man-eater daw o!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DARRYL TECSON:&lt;/strong&gt; 'Sacredly torn.' &lt;em&gt;wawa ka nman darryl.. pati sa anagram o&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ELINOR VALERO:&lt;/strong&gt; 'Evil, rare loon.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEVERLY ANNE VARGAS&lt;/strong&gt;: 'Bravely an avengers.'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANNA PATRICIA VELARMINO:&lt;/strong&gt; 'A primaeval incarnation.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JEFFREY VILLALINO&lt;/strong&gt;: 'Iffy, venal jollier.'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GIANCARLO GEORGE YOROBE: &lt;/strong&gt;'Gooey arrogance obliger.' .. &lt;em&gt;haha.. this came from the anagram maker ha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NASTASSJA ANGELA CZARI: 'Jail crazes nag as Satan.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NASTASSJA ANGELA CZARI M EUGENIO: ''Ejaculates as amazing reasoning.''&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Devil" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_15.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;may mas aastig pa ba sa pangalan ko?! it's demonic and lewd! &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="She-devil" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/15/15_1_65v.gif" 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;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb068_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb068&amp;amp;pp=ZNxdm745YYPH" border="0" /&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/18916214-114205340066858529?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114205340066858529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114205340066858529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/03/anagrams.html' title='Anagrams'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-114195368771887362</id><published>2006-03-10T08:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T09:21:32.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comodification of the Goddess</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: Irritated  &lt;span contenteditable="false"&gt; &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/talking_preview.jhtml?i=F/0/238&amp;partner=ZSzeb075_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Shut The F*ck Up." src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/F/0/238p.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/talking_preview.jhtml?i=F/0/238&amp;amp;partner=ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://imgfarm.com/images/smileycentral/imbuddy/hear_me_talk.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Get Busy - Sean Paul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i'm irritated.... never mess with me when i'm on hunger strike.... i'm irritated with this person.. new person. well not quite new...  actually quite an old actor in my play called life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;basta, i feel like i'm not being treated equally. well drop equality- hell, it doesn't exist in this world anyway. i'm not bein treated as a person anymore, i'm down graded to a commodity .... the nerve of some people. Napaka-user-friendly ng ibang tao talaga.  &lt;span contenteditable="false"&gt;&lt;table border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="95" bg bordercolorlight="#000000" border="1" style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span contenteditable="true"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;boli ka tim iroy!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Custom Smiley" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cus/e_1_51.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  deym. ang kapal ng face! mabulok sila sa impyerno. sabe ko na nga ba ayoko na e.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This is the final straw!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb062_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb062&amp;amp;pp=ZNxdm745YYPH" border="0" /&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/18916214-114195368771887362?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/114195368771887362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=114195368771887362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114195368771887362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114195368771887362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/03/comodification-of-goddess.html' title='Comodification of the Goddess'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-114181027917920889</id><published>2006-03-08T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T17:31:19.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIE-T</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Grrr" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_28.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; terrible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Alapaap - 6 cycle mind (eraserhead cover)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;DIET... a word in the toplist of my taboo concepts. effin' diet! but i guess the time has come to properly commence this wretched activity. but let me just say this... starting a healthy diet is really difficult during your period when you crave for everything delightfully sweet. extra difficult when you've just discovered your own recipe for a starbucks-like, home-made frap blended coffee &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Coffee" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_5_6.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -- yes, jessi and i just did!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;the mall also isn't the best place for people trying to lose weight. yesterday.. in my desperate search for the best looking levi's jeans (no i don't have a problem w/ the size), i had to go to robinson's east... alas... mcdonald's on my right, jobee on my left. the aroma of the &lt;em&gt;chicken joy&lt;/em&gt; lingering in my nose, making my mouth water. what do i get for myself? a chicken salad sandwich on wheat bread. fabulous! look.. unlike crash-dieters, i'm not planning to   starve   myself.. i'm just taking out the fat off my menu and regulating my eating hours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;this afternoon, after my fruit &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Orange" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_5_37.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cocktail-sans the syrup-lunch, i went to L.A (lower antipolo) to   visit my mom at work. on the way home i pass by riverbanks.. and eating time was just around the corner. desperately, i try to find the most calorie friendly meal i could.. and i run into &lt;em&gt;SISIG HOORAY&lt;/em&gt;, a store that obviously boasts of its sisig. dammit! i go to the booth next to it and buy a natural strawberry &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Strawberry" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_5_39.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; fruit shake-small and a tuna waffle. i guess i'm making some progress, on regular days i would've gotten that sisig and probably an ice cream&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Ice Cream" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_5_22.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for dessert. not today baby! not for this month... i'm praying for a miracle...   &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Angelic" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_1_4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/a1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, after a month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;o yes....&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Damn Damn" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/4/4_14_1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and strictly no alcohol too!! &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="White Wine" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/12/12_13_11.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (not more than a bottle of light at least)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Shoot Me" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/4/4_14_4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; shoot me next time you see me with a bar of  &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Candy Bar 2" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/12/12_4_47.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Candy Bar 3" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/12/12_4_48.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Candy Bar" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/12/12_4_46.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb063_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb063&amp;amp;pp=ZNxdm745YYPH" border="0" /&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/18916214-114181027917920889?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/114181027917920889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=114181027917920889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114181027917920889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114181027917920889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/03/die-t.html' title='DIE-T'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-114156019233441391</id><published>2006-03-05T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T20:03:12.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: tired, bored&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: How could you - KC and Jojo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i'm bored... i'm tired&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;what do u get when u wed a men's magazine owner and a beauty queen? a reception full of beautiful people. Rissa Mananquil-Samson, Robbie Mananquil, Isabel Roces, Nicolette Bell, Bianca Valerio, Bubbles Paraiso, Hans Montenegro, Diether Ocampo, Marilen Faustino... just to name a few.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;yesterday evening.. i had an all nighter with my orgmates... haay.. super tiring.. wala pakong tulog na matino. + pig out sessions while i was trying to come up with a business plan for &lt;strong&gt;KAFFA, &lt;/strong&gt;my jamaican coffee house for my feasibility study. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;my installer still wont work.... my parents were out for the week end and my YOUNGER sister made her bf sleep in our house for 2 nights..... grabe noh... wala akong masabi....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-114156019233441391?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/114156019233441391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=114156019233441391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114156019233441391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114156019233441391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/03/mood-tired-bored-listening-to-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-114116504928380392</id><published>2006-03-01T05:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T06:17:29.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: Hungry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Love on the Run - Chicane&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Believe it or not, in a few weeks time school's gonna be over... i hope forever, but not actually counting on it. why? i have a biatch for a teacher in STS... yes STS- Science, Technology and Society... me.. a former BS. Physics-Math and Biology major. People never take STS seriously, UP peeps would know that.. but not for my class. i'm giving this subject more priority than my majors, i never missed a class.. still, it's never getting easier. *tears*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;well anyway, I can take it this summer if things fall apart.. just hope it doesnt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;hr&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i did something wrong AGAIN... i trusted the wrong people. haaayy... some people are just so immature! you think you can trust them but they just wont shut up. now the people who trust you thinks you're some tattletale and once again you become the "co-star" of everyone's rumors.. well... keep on drooling.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;well, hell i care! although i'm not totally unaffected, in the most part i can live with it. if i'm proud of something is that i'm independent (ok jem, i'm almost entirely), and i have OTHER groups of friends i can hang out with in case people starts loving me too much. as for my 2 "best friends".. after accusing me of being a traitor... they still love me.. and love me good.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;at si jemma lang po ang nakakaintindi nitong post kong ito. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-114116504928380392?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/114116504928380392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=114116504928380392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114116504928380392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114116504928380392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/03/lazy.html' title='Lazy'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-114091341394635379</id><published>2006-02-26T07:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T08:34:59.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang mga bagay na namiss nyo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: smiley wiley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Big Hug" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_67.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Girl from Ipanema - Lee Riteneur, Al Jarreau, Oleta Adams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;ok ok, i've recovered my lost sleep.. how i did that? i made a no-show to my teacher's required booth manning in the trade show in megamall.. heller? i-require bang mag 20 hours kame over the weekend? i didn't go to UP just to be bossed around (again).. technically, we can complain about it in the student board or something.. hey, i'm not your regular activist. but i really hate it when people powertrip.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;anyway, i've recovered sleep, that's my point. the past week seemed like eons ago.. over! grabe tong thesis na to. but my first draft is over, i'm so glad. so what did i miss to blog....?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feb 18, saturday:&lt;/strong&gt; i went home to antipolo, it was my granny's 69th birthday. ayos.. i kinda wanna work really hard so i can give her a 70th b-day party... yikes. that's like a year from now. but well, she's the dearest thing to me so it'll be all worth it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;in the evening, i went to san mig in san marcelino, GDMC's installation.. but i only got there in time for drinks, then we went to UP fair.. uy i miss third "lavaboy" lava.. we got to UP just in time to see &lt;strong&gt;Brownman!&lt;/strong&gt; grabe i'm in love! haha &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;of course who could ever forget about "pa".... grabe.. asar talo sya.. he's pikon i know, but i guess i really stoofed him well. am i guilty? hell no! that's what you get for hitting on too many girls in the same group. he hit on two very dangerous girls (trish and me), little did he know that revenge was sweet. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/gabi2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;with nacs, trish and jem at the booth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/gabi.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;kasama si ren and third&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/umaga2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;me and jemzie... again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/umaga.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ang may ari ng bahay&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feb 21, tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;: "sin city, 2nd floor" invited us to go to &lt;strong&gt;meatshop, &lt;/strong&gt;sure. so i did. i met up with joev, sweet, gian, benj and martin @ starbucks katips.. i'm just glad that we get to hang out someplace actually 5 mins away from my home, sweet, home. i'm tired of travelling miles away just to hang out. we met trish before we went to meat shop. and no, no smokes, no booze. just coffee and iced tea for me on the account that i was on my detox diet. and guess what, i think i did well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feb 23, thesis thursday&lt;/strong&gt;: thesis till you drop. for a couple of days i've been conceptualizing the content of my thesis.. and i was able to.. i had it all in my head and in my concept outline i made for myself... i've been burning wires and keeping my sisters off from the pc. then on a thursday morning, thesis partner texts: "&lt;em&gt;tasha, submission ng thesis tom, gawa tayo today?"......&lt;/em&gt; THE NERVE! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my reply&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;"yon nga e, tomorrow na, anong gusto mong gawin, magic-in natin data natin?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;partner&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;wag na tayong mag away, let's maximize the time we have left and the data we've &lt;/em&gt;(potah, anong WE!!!) &lt;em&gt;gathered. ilan ba nakuha naten?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;FYI, i started the thesis last week pa. we only got 8&lt;/em&gt; (4 i got my self, 3 share kame, 1 sa kanya).. &lt;em&gt;since obviously we lack data, i consulted w/ ma'am and she suggested that i do a separate interview on baranggays, and i made 6.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;partner:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; o bakit hindi mo sinabi sakin? di ba dapat 2 tayong gumagawa? i'm sori, i did the best that i can do, i went to 5 schools who just made me come back over and over&lt;/em&gt; (hmph... based on experience, schools don't make you "come back over and over", they either help you or reject you). i'm sory i'll do anything..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;may napapala ba ko dun sa mga times na sinasabi ko sayong tulungan mo ko? saka gusto mong magbilangan tayo ng schools na napuntahan? and do you actually expect me to let you do the analysis when you don't know anything about our data or where we are in our thesis.. kasi hindi ka nman nagtatanong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;shortcut: mahabang diskusyon and then i finally let him come help me, but that i will still inform our teacher with what seemed like a division between our labor.. and as if an insult to my effort, the only thing he did was to make a 3-page (double spaced) analysis on my 11-page data full of diagrams and precious information i researched via interviews (both ambush and scheduled), phonecalls and googling? amp! in the end i had to edit his work almost replacing everything he said and came up with a more comprehensive 6-page analysis. what did i expect from him anyway right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feb 24, friday&lt;/strong&gt;: while the philippines was still in a state of emergency, i was in front of the PC w/ only an hour's worth of sleep. still groggy i learned that there's no classes... coolness. more hours and i finally finish my thesis..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;as a reward for my hard work i go to xaymaca... before that... i insisted that my dad buy a digicam.. haha. and we did. just in time to go to&lt;strong&gt; xaymaca&lt;/strong&gt; to watch &lt;strong&gt;brownman revival&lt;/strong&gt;... deym!!! dino's so hott!! unfortunately our installer won't effin work.. hay.. i'll continue this when i've uploaded the pics.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;VDay's over, time to pimp mah site... soon i will... gotta run&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Beach" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_74.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'm so summer excited!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Heart Shell" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_3_10.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i miss prince charming!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb063_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb063&amp;amp;pp=ZNxdm745YYPH" border="0" /&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/18916214-114091341394635379?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/114091341394635379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=114091341394635379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114091341394635379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114091341394635379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/02/ang-mga-bagay-na-namiss-nyo.html' title='ang mga bagay na namiss nyo'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-114075813575547864</id><published>2006-02-24T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T07:26:09.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woohoo!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: Super dooper elated to the max&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="WooHoo" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_19_6.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Pass the dutchie - Musical Youth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;after weeks of sleeplessness, of cramming my data gathering, of touring marikina city in search of helpful inviduals who would answer my inquiries, of literally bonding with the PC for more than 24 hours straight, of missing my blog, of not drinking, of missing my friends, of missing some of my classes including that of randi's, of living on caffeine, of walking under the afternoon sun, of transcribing scribbled notes, of doing math and analyzing numbers, of going bitter over my partner, of not going out, of backaches and migraines, of using up what's left of my neurons, of not going on line in YM......&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;I'M FINALLY DONE WITH MY THESIS!!!! &lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bounce" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_13.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;.... meantime.... &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tired" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/7/7_11_115.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb065_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb065&amp;amp;pp=ZNxdm745YYPH" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/18916214-114075813575547864?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/114075813575547864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=114075813575547864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114075813575547864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114075813575547864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/02/woohoo.html' title='woohoo!!!!'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-114033348957556261</id><published>2006-02-19T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T22:43:21.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UP Fair: No FAIRmit, No Rally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: Sleepy, full, contented&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Love Letter" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/11/11_1_211v.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Every Breath U take - UB40&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Fair with TS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;yeah! i just finished a week trying to survive my academic life and trying to have fun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;this is part 1 of my valentine's special... this time with my buddies from the UP Travel Society.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/sarah%27s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;immediately after class.. 4pm, inuman na sa sarah's&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/w%20drew2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/w%20drew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this is drew.. aren't we cute? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/w%20mirelle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this is mirelle... it's me and her against the world... thanks to her cellphone i was able to meet up with &lt;em&gt;my prince&lt;/em&gt;.. hehe... more later..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/beta%20sig%20pakain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;me, jc, herbert bautista, janjoy, jb @ the sigma beta pakain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ma'am Vicky's Despedida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma'am Victoria Nañagas is one of my favorite teachers in AIT + my internship advisor + she's one of the bulwarks and the advisor of my &lt;em&gt;maangas, pasaway&lt;/em&gt; org, Travel Society. She's leaving for an assignment in Korea. It's only fitting that we honor her before she left. The despedida was held friday, Feb 17 at the University Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/kamay%20ko.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; a toast to ma'am vicky, si Ai pakyut! that's my arm over there... &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/3.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;"bawal mag recruit ng hindi kikay sa TS" - ma'am vicky &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/randi%20pakyut.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Randi Alampay, our new TS advisor... the love of my life! If only he knew.. haha.. but then now he does! sana lng hindi ako nilaglag ng orgmates ko di ba? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/4.6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Malakas po kame kumain &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/2.6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;TS peeps with ma'am Vicky &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;these are the things that happend before we got in the E=MC2 frat fair night for free c/o Herbert Bautista, before we rode the octopus, before i got drunk w/ my boy, gay and lesbo friends and before i went back to the fair to meet my prince charming. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prince Eryk and Princess Anastasia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Hug" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/11/11_1_103.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once upon a time, in the kingdom above the mountain, there was a &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/1600/anastacia.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/200/anastacia.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lovely little princess. Her name, Princess Anastasia and she fell in love with a handsome young prince named Prince Eryk. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They had some great moments together. She would cook for him and they would dine together. He would give her the most delicious pastry and rescue her from perils.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then one day, they had to be torn apart by distance. They both left the kingdom up the mountain. He went back to his kingdom to his seaside kingdom in the north, and she to her &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/1600/eric.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/200/eric.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;riverside kingdom in the east.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was during the grand ball in celebration of the princess' 18th birthday that they last saw each other. That time, both of them had their own prince and princess, but they remained to be good friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Years went by without a word between the two. Until one day, because of the improved service of the messenger owls, they were able to reconnect with each other. He told her that he now lives in a kingdom near hers. And one day, they meet up at the fair in the university of higher learning. They spent their evening together on a friday night, talking about memories and sitting under the stars. They told each other how they missed each other. He hasn't changed a bit. He was still the dearest person she once knew, a sweet, kind gentleman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As they were about to part ways, they agreed to see each other again... soon... Will she fall for the handsome prince again? will they live happily ever after? let's see... &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="In Love" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/11/11_1_206.gif" border="0" /&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/18916214-114033348957556261?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/114033348957556261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=114033348957556261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114033348957556261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114033348957556261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/02/up-fair-no-fairmit-no-rally.html' title='UP Fair: No FAIRmit, No Rally'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-114008701830348256</id><published>2006-02-16T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T22:13:13.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Marriage and Intoxication</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: Mixed Emo &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Scared 1" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_25.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Scared 2" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Duh" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_19_1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Vomit" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_19_7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Dance like this - Wyclef Jean &amp; Claudette&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My Funny Valentines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Belated happy hearts day world! hope every body else enjoyed their day.. i sure did.. and yep, i didn't have a date. who says you need one to be happy? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/2.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;ako single, pero hindi sad.. etong babae na to, may bf, pero bitter...&lt;a href="http://www.ebloggy.com/blog.php?username=jemzie"&gt; see blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/4.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;well... i spent valentines with these guys... would u say we were sad?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/3.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;and anyway, i was with &lt;strong&gt;RC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/5.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;or was it &lt;strong&gt;Ren ren?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/6.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;or was it &lt;strong&gt;Jian?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/boys%20ko.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;so don't go telling me i didn't have a date.. coz i have all the boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  well anyway, now that vday is over and done with, i smile at the recollection of some past vday experiences.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;CASE 1: The Bitter Fiasco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; After being "single" again. i go to the UP fair with 2 other bitter people, Laarni and Sarah. we sat there sulking and playing a stupid game of "Questions".. asking questions like &lt;em&gt;how, who, what, when, where..&lt;/em&gt; then going sentimental.. thus submerging ourselves deeper into the pit of loneliness... stoof! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;CASE 2: Lovapalooza&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Off My Feet" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/11/11_5_5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on valentines day i was at the up fair (it's an annual thing..) with my then-love interest. but on the eve of valentines, Sarah and i accompanied happy couple Jill and Reg to the Lovapalooza 1. Believe me, it doesnt seem as romantic when ur suffocated in a sea of people.. good thing no stampede occured. btw, i was registered to kiss some random frat brod who was also there.. ahem.. we didn't kiss ok!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;CASE 3: "Can I hold your hand?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Valentines. because i didn't want to spend the evening ranting the night away, i finally went out with this guy who's forever asking me out. regular date, dinner, movies.. tab's on him. but please... there's no chemistry between us! he's a nice guy all right.. but then c'mon.. he's got the lamest tag lines on earth!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After all that sort of misadventures, i finally gave up and went with the flow.. and finally... in years, had the time of my life on valentines day. and puh-leez... i didn't feel pathetic because:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i find it hard to believe that you're dateless, i mean being as hot as you are.." -&lt;/em&gt;sent through SMS by someone special (no, you probably don't know him.. and yes he was alone that night too)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;although i wouldn't deny.. the night could've been so much better..... if only Brownman Revival played! but no! they didn't... i waited til after 2 am! on a school night.. broke my curfew and all that... and they didn't show up! ... well.. no use sulking.. i could always see them in xaymaca. and i dont have to contend with the (sorry for my term) &lt;em&gt;"jologs"&lt;/em&gt; crowd of the UP fair.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  to sum up my valentine affair, i would like to quote carlo. "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;valentines is a marketing scheme&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;", and i couldn't agree more, it is an excuse to spend a little on the concept of love. Here's my warning though, when i fall and i mean hard, i will make everyday a valentines day... unlucky for &lt;em&gt;him,&lt;/em&gt; he hasn't found me yet. Keep searching prince charming, one day your dreams will come true!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARRIAGE&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Wedding Cake" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_3_28.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What about marriage? Earlier today Hazel Jover, producer of the show Wedding Talks visited my class to speak about entrepreneurship. Now I’ve always wanted a beach wedding, now I really, really fell in love with the concept! As in! She showed us a video of one of her weddings   which was held in Panglao Island Bohol….. hmmm… so should I go for that Ateneo Law student I’m crushing on? Clue: he’s the son of the congressman of Bohol. I doubt if he’s reading this anyway. He’s my newest crush! Deym! It's a hard hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Realizations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I was in a very resonant conversation with Carlo regarding evaluation of relationship patterns. Then I tried to evaluate myself. What I discovered wasn’t so surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My ideal guy&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Prince Kiss" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/11/11_5_6.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone I can take home to daddy anytime… (meaning: I don’t have to groom him for the   “meet the parents”) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a special inclination to lawyers, or would-be lawyers (Ateneo/San Beda law, legal management.. name it, I got it!) Once they speak all those legal jargons.. I'm hooked!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A gentleman. Segway: once this certain law student offered to carry something for me.. i told him i could handle it myself. His response: &lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i know you can, i'm not doing it because you can't. i'm doing it because i'm a gentleman&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kaboom!&lt;/strong&gt; i'm in love!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone loyal... no sharing please!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who I actually fall for?&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Frog Kiss" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/11/11_5_12.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;same as above: looks smart, looks good, smells good, dresses well&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;same as above: lawyers, would be lawyers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A gentleman.... in public. Turn out the lights and it's a different story. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;naughtiest playboy&lt;/strong&gt;. it's like these men know that they are really appealing and so they turn into this casanova to every single woman (and pole wearing a skirt for that matter)... but nevertheless, i still fall into their venomous trap! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;so where does that leave me? always dreamily on guard... i crush, infatuate, then tell myself... hell, i'm sure i'm not the only one. then find another would-be lawyer guy who can make my heart skip a beat like an instantaneous combustion.. all right.. dating pattern detected, case dismissed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;INTOXICATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Vomit" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_19_7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Literally, i am. for a couple of days now. My body is a vessel containing the most gruesome substances on the planet. Alcohol, caffeine, nicotine and lots of sugar and fats! no exercise for a couple of days, minimal sleep time. this week has been one of the unhealthiest days of my life and i feel sick. earlier i was so pale, stomach queasy and head whirling! deym! i soooo need detoxification. remind me to eat only fruits and drink only water starting sunday ayt? fave granny's birthday on saturday and i wouldn't miss it for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb063_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&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/18916214-114008701830348256?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/114008701830348256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=114008701830348256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114008701830348256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/114008701830348256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/02/love-marriage-and-intoxication.html' title='Love, Marriage and Intoxication'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-113996732634672910</id><published>2006-02-14T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T09:38:48.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. and Ms. UP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: confused &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Confused" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_1_5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Murder she wrote - Chaka Demus and Pliers &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Last friday i watched Mr. and Ms. UP at Benitez Hall (college of music) to support my orgmates who participated the pageant, Renze and Miah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/onemig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/23/23_6_106.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;me and my new boyfriend! jk! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Onemig Bondoc, was one of the judges. i was the first one who had the guts to have a picture taken w/ him... then the rest of the world followed. olats lintek!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/IMAG0407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Travel Society's bets&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My orgmates with Miah and Renze, Mr. and Ms. Travel Society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/IMAG0408.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Love Struck" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/11/11_1_215.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Lyanne and I with 1st Runner Up, Mr. GE Club.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Love Struck" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/11/11_1_215.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;He's so hot! love his dimples!&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/18916214-113996732634672910?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/113996732634672910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=113996732634672910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113996732634672910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113996732634672910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/02/mr-and-ms-up.html' title='Mr. and Ms. UP'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-113982155893728462</id><published>2006-02-13T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T17:06:03.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter Valentines.... NOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: Pissed &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Peeing" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/10/10_2_11.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Under the Reggae Moon &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Moon 2" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/16/16_4_28.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Brownman Revival  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Can u believe it..? it's valentines tomorrow! and i'm actually looking forward to it. yes i'm dateless, whoever said i'm not. but i'm not bitter or whatever. honest.  &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Girl Winking" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_2_23.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;my parents did a good job making me believe i'm a pretty, lovable, adorable, smart, little bundle of joy.... the last thing i need is some idiot to confirm that by taking me out on a date out of desperation. hehe. i dont shudder at the sight of lovers either. all i know is that unless some teacher tries to mess up my day tomorrow, i'm gonna have fun.. and yes.. i will see Brownman Revival in UP!  &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Blinking Heart" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_2_1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;what pisses me? today, Feb 13, on the eve of Valentines... the first night of the UP Fair, Reggae night at that... i've got 2 big reports tomorrow.  &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Depressed" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_1_6.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  haaaayy... i was actually looking forward to it.. Brownman's playing tonight.. but alas.. my student instincts are kickin in.. di bale.. this would be my final few weeks in school... i hope!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;yesterday my dad told my sister, in my presence:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after &lt;em&gt;ate &lt;/em&gt;graduates, we wont see her at home anymore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;the point hit home. i really am moving on to a different life in a few weeks! haay... i really hope so. i'm so tired of working on assignments, papers, etc. but then i suddenly felt some sort of loneliness upon hearing that.. i know i'm graduating a year behind my batchmates, but knock knock?! am i really ready?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;blog break is over... back to work... here i go again.. haaaaayy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb063_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb063&amp;amp;pp=ZNxdm745YYPH" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/18916214-113982155893728462?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/113982155893728462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=113982155893728462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113982155893728462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113982155893728462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/02/bitter-valentines-not.html' title='Bitter Valentines.... NOT!'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-113949276195744763</id><published>2006-02-09T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T22:54:42.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleed your Brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: i'm sooo kileg! &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Circle Of Hearts" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/8/8_8_10.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Ikaw lang ang aking mahal - Brownman Revival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;alright.... due to my never-ending quest for knowledge, i keep forgetting about this brain-bleeder... &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Hammer Head" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/10/10_5_137.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; help me out guys: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;ex: &lt;strong&gt;60 S in a M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;60 Seconds in a Minute&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2 N in T to T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 S of a T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Q in a G&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5 B of M in the O T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 W of the A W&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;10 P of E in the T of M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12 S of the Z&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;13 S of the A F&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18 H in a G C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26 L of the A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;27 B of N T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29 D in F in a L Y&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32 D F at which W F&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40 D and N of the G F&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52 W in a Y&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54 C in a D (J I)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;80 D to G A the W&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;191 M S of the U N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;206 B in a H B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1001 A N &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Insane" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/3/3_4_20.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;those in bold are the ones i've answered already. i commend the person who thought of this concept... waaaahh &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*my answers posted in the comments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb062_ZNxdm745YYPH" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb062&amp;amp;pp=ZNxdm745YYPH" border="0" /&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/18916214-113949276195744763?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/113949276195744763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=113949276195744763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113949276195744763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113949276195744763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/02/bleed-your-brain.html' title='Bleed your Brain'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-113931928774531565</id><published>2006-02-07T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T21:34:47.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: Steady lang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Hiwaga - Brownman Revival&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brownmanrevival.com/dino.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DINO &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/1600/dino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/dino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wanted: For moral defamation, character assassination, sedition, slander, libel and conspiracy against a strong republic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Base of Operations: Luzon, Visayas and Mindanao; last seen somewhere in the outskirts of Quezon City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interview with Dino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bakit ka naka-shades?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;huwag mo nang itanong sa akin, 'di ko rin naman sasabihin&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- Ely Buendia (Eraserheads)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What inspires you to write songs?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;cosas naturales..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Quino (Big Mountain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ano ginagawa mo pag hindi ka tumutugtog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;naliligo, natutulog, kumakain&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- Spanky (Delicious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bakit mo nagustuhan ang reggae?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...it's the sexiest type of music..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Robin Campbell (UB40)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;if it's morning time I'm ready, if it's late at night I'm steady&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- Bob Marley (and The Wailers) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/brownman.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;eto si dino... mahal ko sya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;Brownman Revival, UP Diliman Fair, Sunken Garden, Feb. 13 and 14&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&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/18916214-113931928774531565?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113931928774531565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113931928774531565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-baby.html' title='My Baby'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-113931709036832023</id><published>2006-02-07T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T21:04:31.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T-R-U-S-T</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: Steady pa rin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Better days - Diane Reeves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;DEPENDABILITY... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;RESPONSIBILITY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HONESTY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;INITIATIVE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;TRUST...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(nope, not the thing made of rubber, ayt?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;these are the qualities i look for in a groupmate and thesis partner... i almost bled when my groupmate informed me 20 minutes before the time that he didn't receive my email containing my outline for the report.... F* S*!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;now i've always considered myself quite able in making presentations and reports, but since he's from the college of fine arts, he volunteered to make the presentation for the group. and there... 20 minutes before my report, i went out of the classroom, to the next builiding to open my mail and make an instant 29-slide powerpoint presentation, complete w/ animation and stuff... my nerves were a wreck, my pulse pounding in my chest! i don't wanna faced with that kind of pressure!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;to add insult to the injury... i text my thesis partner, inviting (is this even the right term for this?) him to work on our data gathering tomorrow.. his reply: sori, i'm goin to the hospital (again).... F* S*!!! i hate him!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*ok, usapang h-o-t-t muna tayo... i'm eating spicy corned beef e &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cddeff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Seduction Style: Siren / Rake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ebf2ff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatisyourseductionstylequiz/siren-rake.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You possess an unbridled sensuality that appeals to many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minute you meet anyone, you can make them crave you almost immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give others the chance to lose control with you... spiraling into carnal bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dangerous lover, you both fascinate and scare those you attract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatisyourseductionstylequiz/"&gt;What Is Your Seduction Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/18916214-113931709036832023?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/113931709036832023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=113931709036832023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113931709036832023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113931709036832023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/02/t-r-u-s-t.html' title='T-R-U-S-T'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-113926691754218984</id><published>2006-02-07T05:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T07:02:02.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steady Lang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: steady lang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Lintik - Brown Man Revival&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;kamusta naman ako? so what's been happening lately? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;last weekend, we had an installation of officers for my ORG. i was the installing marshal.. fyi, i have to walk around the room several (no exaggerations), i was wearing heels and you could imagine my agony.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/pogi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;with (front) raul and (back) dad vj after the ceremony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/999.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;after a few shots behind SR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/jem%2Csarah%2C%20me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;later still at reuel's house.... "errrrr"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;*pics from mema*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;we had breakfast at canomed where the boys cooked up some palatable meal and lovable mike bit me on the arm after i told him to pick up the staple wire with his mouth on the floor... but that was after he made sarah smell his deodorant and naks explained the concept of "errrrrr" while drawing up some diagram with his fingers. are you getting this? i don't either.... this is what i call - &lt;strong&gt;usapang lasing!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;we spent the morning at jem's, after sleeping the morning through, we had a very late breakfast where jappy and i enjoyed jemma's "steamed" hotdog.  and then we watched &lt;em&gt;If only&lt;/em&gt;, from the DVD that nobody owns.. hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; haay, i'm so in love with &lt;strong&gt;Brown Man Revival &lt;/strong&gt;... i love 'em so much... i love their music and the lead singer reminds me of someone sexy.. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; yesterday, on the way home from riverbanks to have my picture taken for some document, i saw my cousin kara... she's my &lt;em&gt;kababata&lt;/em&gt;. i remember our days back then, we spent like a decade of growing up together and i miss her. it was nice seeing her again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-113926691754218984?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/113926691754218984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=113926691754218984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113926691754218984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113926691754218984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/02/steady-lang.html' title='Steady Lang'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-113911147960974535</id><published>2006-02-05T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T11:51:19.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kina jem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: yosi mode&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: satisfaction - benny benassi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i'm here at jemma's house. "errrrr"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-113911147960974535?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/113911147960974535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=113911147960974535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113911147960974535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113911147960974535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/02/kina-jem.html' title='kina jem'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-113893761295226645</id><published>2006-02-04T05:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T11:42:18.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tambay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: Nabibwisit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: There Can Be Miracles - Whitney Houston&amp;Mariah Carey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;because beth is reading my blog... i'm gonna do my best to write it in english.&lt;br /&gt;here goes: i'm currently encoding the minutes of the previous meeting... hay.. jem this is for you! and looking up something about the history and sites about ORG as requested by dad benny because i gotta email him... fyi, he just texted me last night to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, another week has just passed and again, i barely survived.. hmmm... actually this week is actually better than my 2 previous ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no use ranting about school, it's just there... i don't have a choice.. i have to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for my tambay hours after school.. i think i used my time well.. i think i've already narrated about my monday experience.... if you didn't get it.. sahrreey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after my dreadful STS class, i needed to use the bathroom before getting into a UP-Katipunan jeep and so i used the one in AS (palma hall). on the way out i bump into bro Crispin of Ambrosio flores chap/ Sigma Rho and my other Rho Sig friends and hang out at the AS steps talking about this one "loser" person we know of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after meeting with my thesis partner at starbucks taft, we proceed with our school hunting. we go to 4 schools only to be rejected by two. :( then we parted ways at around 3pm because he had to atttend to some other things.. haaayy... so i text Sweet and then hang out at Whalooh with her, Joev and Jian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practicum seminar for the coming summer internship everyone else at the TS tambayan was dressed corporately.. and well... i was the only one lookin' hott.. it was TS applicants' bonding day, but we, the members decided to crash it. so it was planned that we meet up at the Meatshop in Katipunan at 7pm. before goin there, i meet up with Trish at Wok this way and had dinner with Drew, Mirelle and Ejo while we tried to answer those mind boggling brain teasers.. can someone decode this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomb of 210, N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try to finish all my academic requirements. and then what happens? i leave the CD containing all the things i encoded that morning. i arrive late for my NatSci1 class, and i got grouped with a bunch of nerdy freshies- w/c is a good thing if you know what i mean? after i bled through STS again, i go to the lib to check out the book Hersh was asking me to look up... and it dawned on me.. i dunno how to use the lib!!! it was actually my first time to visit the social science section. and i didn't know where the archives was. thank god the librarians in those sections were really accommodating. after, i hung out at the UP JoDeRa tambayan, quite surprised that there were quite a number of people there. i invited them for our installation that will happen this afternoon. haaaay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pictures from Jaime Zafra's Bday @ 41 Manila St.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/11.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; charade meets jodera:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;jeff, moi, jem, sweet, mike, joev&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/fireworx%20sana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;fireworks yan... hindi lang halata &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/66.jpg" border="0" /&gt;project kung project!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*pictures c/o jemma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width="450" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/patay.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; ang ganda di ba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=41"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-113893761295226645?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/113893761295226645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=113893761295226645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113893761295226645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113893761295226645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/02/tambay.html' title='tambay'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-113875638434909497</id><published>2006-02-01T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T09:13:04.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stuck up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: Groggy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Always be my Baby - Mariah Carey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;that's right... that's my current state of mind, stuck up utak ko habang nagbbreakfast ng spicy noodles at sky flakes...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;last saturday, 50th birthday ni Jaime Zafra, kaya naman ay sumugod kme ni Jeff:Charade-na bagong grad, Sweet-bagong iyak, Joev-bagong SC at Mike-bagong brod sa #41 Manila St. Eastville Cainta. isipin nyo.. napaka layo ng bahay ni Ms. Jemma Zafra mula sa gate na nung pumasok kame ay antipolo ang address, pag dating sa kanila ay kainta na... i'm estimating 10 kilometers away from the gate... lugi ang tricycle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;syempre doon ay videoke galore kame... as in guluhin ang eastville. napakasarap ng cookies ng tita ni jem at kung papakin namen ito ng walang pakundangan. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nung Friday ng gabi, nag friday club kame sa Nobel Towers, Valero St. Makati.. ngunit ang mga detalye nito ay nais ko nang kalimutan, basta kasama ko sina Mirelle, joy a., angel, shine, red, yukiboy at martin. syempre dumating din sina jake, at si lyanne na ininterview ni boy abunda sa home boy nung umagang yun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;ang linggo ko ay continuation lamang ng busy state ko nung nakaraang linggo. may exam ako hanggang martes. pagkatapos ng exam ko ng monday kung san nilapastangan ni randilicious ang mga utak namen... meron akong "boytoy" na tinext ako para mag meet up kme.. clue: 9th station ng lrt2 (which terminal?)... un lng po ang clue ko.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;kagabe ay kakwentuhan ko na naman over text sina sweet at trina.... usual topic... alam nyo kasi po... dapat ang mga babae ay nag susuportahan.. i mean, un lang nman kasi ang pang laban naten against sa mga masasamang loob. haaaaayyyy..... basta.. magulo pero basta.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;more pictures from whaloo anniversary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/oh%20yes%2C%20we%27re%20gorgeous.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(front) Audrey, Jem, Moi, Trish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(back) Sweet, Hersh @ Malacanang Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/w%20trish%20%26%20sheena.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;me, trish and sheena:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ang cute ng dimples ni trish :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/jodera%27s%20best.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;crush ko po ung si jong! - animo jodera&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sun_goddess/"&gt;view more pics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;*pics c/o trish&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/18916214-113875638434909497?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/113875638434909497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=113875638434909497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113875638434909497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113875638434909497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/02/stuck-up.html' title='stuck up!'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-113875745881780215</id><published>2006-02-01T08:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T09:30:58.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beth tagged me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beth&lt;/a&gt; just tagged me... so here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four jobs I've had:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surveyor (dotc)&lt;br /&gt;CSR (ict)&lt;br /&gt;sales intern (HHCM)&lt;br /&gt;uhm... marketer? (TS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four movies I'd watch over and over&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;a walk to remember&lt;br /&gt;the notebook&lt;br /&gt;wicker park&lt;br /&gt;national treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four places i've lived in:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;antipolo city&lt;br /&gt;quezon city&lt;br /&gt;baguio city&lt;br /&gt;marikina city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four TV shows I love to watch:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;csi&lt;br /&gt;the practice&lt;br /&gt;fear factor&lt;br /&gt;sex and the city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four websites I visit daily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;blogger&lt;br /&gt;cosmo&lt;br /&gt;multiply&lt;br /&gt;myspace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four places I've been to on vacation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;baguio&lt;br /&gt;cebu&lt;br /&gt;pagudpod&lt;br /&gt;aklan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four foods I love:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweets- all kind!&lt;br /&gt;pasta esp pesto sauce&lt;br /&gt;baked potatoes&lt;br /&gt;grilled chicken breast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four places I'd rather be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;italy&lt;br /&gt;egypt&lt;br /&gt;the carribean&lt;br /&gt;hawaii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tagging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-113875745881780215?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/113875745881780215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=113875745881780215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113875745881780215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113875745881780215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/02/beth-tagged-me.html' title='Beth tagged me...'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-113843076707898113</id><published>2006-01-28T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T14:46:07.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new lay out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: Zzzzzzzzzz......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Only Time - Enya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;no biggie.. i just made a new lay out for the Valentine season... hehe... since i was forcing jem to edit her x'mas snowflakes :D mwah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-113843076707898113?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113843076707898113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113843076707898113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-lay-out.html' title='new lay out'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-113838208663677479</id><published>2006-01-28T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T01:14:47.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dedications of a lifeless soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: Sob*sob&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Baby I love your way - Bob Marley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;adik ako. slit my throat and find coffee flowing from my veins, cut up my lungs and find it pitch black. i feel like a lifeless, soul-less mass floating around. i'm beginning to miss my bed. i haven't had enough time to even sleep. what's funny is that i'm beginning to get used to it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TO MY BOYLETS/BOYTOYS/ BOY BAWANGS  &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(if you feel that you belong to any of these...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;sori.. this isn't just one of my priorities at the moment.. if you're sending me text messages and i'm not replying... well.. rest assured, i'm receiving them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TO MY MOM&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;You know i love you and i know that all you want is the best for me. but forcing me to take 24 units jst to be able to march this march--i'm doing this more for you than for myself. i'm really having a difficult time, hurting myself in the process. don't worry.. i don't hate you. but i'm making this sacrifice because i know it will make you happy. i hope you appreciate it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TO MY GIRLS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;but of course, i always have time for you.... you are always free to bug me when you need a tearfest mate. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TO MY GROUPMATES&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;sori for breaking down... i'm exhausted and i'm not enjoying what i'm doing. gimme something else to do.. something more intelligent. in fact, we all should learn a lesson from this incident. lalo nitong na-spark ang competitiveness sakin. and i'm promise, here and now, i'm not gonna be some stuck up airhead in the future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TO MY CHARMING PRINCE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;ano ba anong petsa na? tanga ka ba talaga at naligaw ka na ng landas? sana magkatagpo nman tayo one of these days... sana pag gradweyt ko di ba.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TO MY DAD&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i may be ** years old.. but i'm glad i can still come to you with tears in my eyes. i'm still your baby. and you're still be my #1 guy... if only all the guys can be like you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-113838208663677479?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/113838208663677479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=113838208663677479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113838208663677479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113838208663677479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/01/dedications-of-lifeless-soul.html' title='dedications of a lifeless soul'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-113828651959142833</id><published>2006-01-26T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T22:41:59.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toxic Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: Hungry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Melt with You - Jason Mraz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;once again i'm toxic.... haaayy... i have exams everyday.. til tuesday! just taking 5 mins off to blog..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;thanx to momma jemzie for accompanying me to my school hop in mandaluyong last wednesday. as usual, thesis nanaman po. and of course for the coffee talk. mag globe ka na!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-113828651959142833?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/113828651959142833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=113828651959142833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113828651959142833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113828651959142833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/01/toxic-again.html' title='Toxic Again'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-113815920163741571</id><published>2006-01-25T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T11:23:54.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the girls of whaloo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/1600/1.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: Giddy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Lady- Modjo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the girls of whaloo (front) sweet, jem, trina, hersh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(back) moi, sheena, trish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's &lt;strong&gt;Whaloo's Anniversary (3rd street, beside San Beda College) &lt;/strong&gt;so even in the middle of the week.... lalabas ang mga pasaway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;have you ever met the most diverse yet very alike group of girls? magkakaiba pero magkakapareho.. galing sa iba't ibang school, iba ibang course, pati batch iba iba rin. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;isa lang siguro ang pinagkapareho namin... lahat ng mga taong minahal namin at nanakit sa amin ay miyembro ng isang organisasyong &lt;b&gt;Order of De Molay &lt;/b&gt;. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so diba.. kung susuriin... sila sweet, sheena &amp; hersh paksyon ni B****, kami ni Trish kay N****, kami ni trina kay M*****, at kaming lahat kay A****... and the list could go on forever... napakasayang samahan di ba... &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dapat nag sasabunutan kame, nagsasampalan at nagbabangayan. but no. mas malakas ang pagkakaibigang namamagitan sa amin. at in fact, ang mga lalakeng nanakit na mga ito pa marahil ang dahilan kung bakit kame ay magkakasama ngayon, kung bakit sinasalo namin ang isa't isa, kung bakit nandyan kami upang patahanin ang isa saming umiiyak at kung bakit namin mahal ang isa't isa. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;salamat sa inyo brods, tinuruan nyo kameng mag mahal at bumangon muli. at higit sa lahat, binigyan nyo kame ng isang samahan na totoo at ubod ng saya.. at san ka pa? ang gaganda namen di b?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/whaloo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kaninong kamay ito?&lt;/em&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/18916214-113815920163741571?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/113815920163741571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=113815920163741571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Sleepy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Classic Comfort album-again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever met some biatch who previously dated or is currently dating your guy or your ex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&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="justify"&gt;must have been really tough trying to fake a smile huh? well today i had a date and a beer with that biatch, and i love her to bits. it's &lt;strong&gt;Trish,&lt;/strong&gt; from bethel 1, iojd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&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="justify"&gt;with trish i didn't have to fake a smile, i had one of the best conversations about what it is like to be a contemporary woman. imagine, this was our first time to actually speak to each other but it feels like we've known each other for ages. we have a lotta things in common which is probably why we meshed well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;well all i gotta say is that &lt;strong&gt;N**** &lt;/strong&gt;sure does have an exquisite taste in women, too bad he's stupid enough to let go of two of probably the best women he probably set eyes on... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, i've always said: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manghinayang ang dapat manghinayang!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dabb99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Frappucino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ead3b8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofcoffeeareyouquiz/frappacino.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At your best, you are: fun loving, sweet, and modern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are: childish and over indulgent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You drink coffee when: you're craving something sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your caffeine addiction level: low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofcoffeeareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Coffee Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-113802746672430167?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/113802746672430167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=113802746672430167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113802746672430167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113802746672430167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/01/chix-unite.html' title='Chix Unite!'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-113795362240040548</id><published>2006-01-22T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T02:18:22.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>several blog moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: Sappy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Classic Comfort Album (love it, classic/chill)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;- i stole it from my unc's closet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ayt, aside from this being a momentous moment as it is my 100th blog post, hell, this weekend has been crazy-fun-bewildering-sappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yesterday i met up with Martin around 11am to pick up my survey form that he collected for me for my thesis. woohoo.. salamat talaga sa kanya. he knows how grateful i am. i was supposed to treat him to "&lt;em&gt;coffee and cream&lt;/em&gt;". but alas, due to time constraints and a meeting i needed to attend at 1, we didnt have time for coffee. {note to self: starbucks coupon only valid for the month of january}. before he took brought me to the SR, we first took their car to Ford Otis to have something fixed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I arrived at the SRT a few minutes past one pm. Nice, there was only 2 of us there. Brigette, a newly initiated sis has been there since 12.30. poor dear. so i invited her for lunch at ministop along remedios ave, where we had a hotdog sandwich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jemma's Shoe incident&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i was exchanging messages w/ ms. zafra as to her whereabouts. as i was commencing my meal.. enjoying every morsel as i have missed both breakfast and lunch &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(w/ an exception of a coffee-flavored ice cream),&lt;/span&gt; she texts me the most hilarious distress call- (sori sis, love you) . she says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&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;sis, distress, nasira ang sandals ko, andito ako sa 711&lt;br /&gt;P.Gil!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i challenge anyone reading this message not to laugh and think of a logical solution for this predicament. i'm so sorry for jem, but then i couldn't help but laugh and totally space out. i asked her what i could do and she told me to deliver her shoes (kept at the gown closet of the SRT) to where she's currently situated. so quickly i swallowed my sandwich :'( and rushed to the aid of a sister in the most incredible distress.. on the way back to the SRT, we bump into &lt;strong&gt;Trina &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;at talaga bang kelangang astig mag lakad?! &lt;/em&gt;hehe and then rescue poor jem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after a few minutes and a jeepney ride, we find her alone next to a &lt;em&gt;tindera &lt;/em&gt;of kendi and yosi at the corner of taft and p.gil. according to her, that was the exact location where her sandals broke.. and she never moved an inch.. bwahaha.. :D napaka-cute po nya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The lighter side of Life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Idiots Welcome!~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On the side, we were entertained by Ren ren, everybody's sweetheart.. hehe.. mga hirit na walang kamatayan. ang favorite ko... &lt;em&gt;"alam nyo ba ang Power of Two?-- ung kinanta ng IN-DIE-GO girls"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;at ang: &lt;em&gt;station of Pa-chu-trisim, represented by the color In-die-go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At kamusta naman ang &lt;em&gt;"goose assembly" &lt;/em&gt;ni Trina? ang mga kabataang machismis at pangalan namen sa dib-dib, ulong kalbo at pundya ng pantalon ni ren ren. anjan din syempre ang falling star kong sinalo ng braso ni jemma, ang backless ni hershel at ang malapintor na "blouse" ni ren ren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where great minds meet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi8.bpcdn.us/BP-Grafix14/e.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**WARNING:** &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Only intellectuals allowed beyond this point... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;or be bored to death..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you read &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Da Vinci Code &amp; Angel's and Demons?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; over and over author &lt;strong&gt;Dan Brown&lt;/strong&gt; has mentioned the organization of Freemasonry. He's mentioned that this is an organization which include some of the greatest minds in history and even contemporary politics, science, literature, arts and in almost every aspect society. &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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Months ago, i bump into &lt;strong&gt;Raul Canon &lt;/strong&gt;of&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Primera Luz Filipinas Lodge #69, &lt;/em&gt;at a function of &lt;strong&gt;Ambrosio Flores Chapter, Order of DeMolay &lt;/strong&gt;where we assisted with the registration. I learned that he's also a graduate of UP Diliman with a bachelor's degree in English and is currently enrolled in San Beda College of Law. As i watched him from a distance, little did i imagine-much more anticipate what was about to happen next. He sits next to me and initiates the most awe-striking, jaw-dropping casual conversation- if you can even consider it a casual conversation. God he spoke perfect english w/c somehow required me to answer in the same tongue.. hmph.. thank god i pulled it thru. i forgot exactly what our topic was, but he left me with a dry throat, a pounding heart and a quizzical brain. i apologize for the term, but i have to say it felt orgasmic-- intellectually of course.. he did say he enjoys an "intellectually arousing" conversation.&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;&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;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now like a Deja Vu, with a cranial capacity depleted from the previous week and drained from IM'ing CarloYosi til 3am saturday morning, i was again blessed (or cursed) by the goddess of wisdom with yet another intellectually stimulating exchange of thoughts. This time, it is &lt;strong&gt;Khris Albano &lt;/strong&gt;of &lt;em&gt;Dalisay Lodge. &lt;/em&gt;As usual, i noticed him previously for his stance, mainly physical, &lt;strong&gt;Hersh and Trina&lt;/strong&gt; have been talking to him and we were just there, spying nearby. Then he sits next to jem and me, and like a dream come true talks to us. Beginning the conversation with normal introductions, name, place of origin, affiliations, etc. then he begins asking us what our dreams were. &lt;em&gt;To get rich&lt;/em&gt;, we answered confidently, &lt;em&gt;don't we all?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He then challenges us on what our plans are to get to that dream. I tell him what my plans are, work, probably start a business at events management, probably teach, probably pursue higher education- spared him the details about marrying an old, rich guy though.. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He asks whether i believe i could get rich with that. i was of course clueless. i insisted that i wanted to pursue a life in business that in employment. and although unsure which particular industry, i say events management because at this point that is the only business i'm familiar with (aside from my dad's w/c was never appealing to me).&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;He then asks us to define &lt;em&gt;Assets &amp; Liabilities. &lt;/em&gt;as best as we could, we try to give our best recollection of our accounting terms. He says taking after Kiyosaki's &lt;strong&gt;Rich Dad, Poor Dad. &lt;/strong&gt;He defines assets as anything that puts money into one's pocket, and liabilities are anything that takes money away from your pocket. **fast forward&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/rich%20dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He asks us to define &lt;em&gt;wealth &lt;/em&gt;and by how we measure it. He shares that it is &lt;em&gt;Time. &lt;/em&gt;Wealth therefore is measured by how much time one can survive after she/he stops working. and then makes us ponder about what sort of "asset" will indeed make us wealthy. and gives us this matrix.&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;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/grafix/inteligenceatadifheight.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;employment is self-explanatory. self employment is owning a business and working for it-like being a doctor, as opposed to business where you own a business and money comes in w/o you working for it, for example: a doctor owning a clinic and have other doctors earn money for him. the fourth is investment, such as real estate, a house or apartment, where one generates income from rent, to then pay for the expenses (such as ammortization, taxes) that these investments may incur. bottom line, you don't need money to make money. **fast forward.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i could elaborate more on how much he's inspired me to better my life, but my neurons are betraying me as i write.. i've been on this post for literally 2 hours now. (YM'ing, eating, cosmo-ing, et al on the side).. i'll be giving meself a rest for mental breakdown i'm about to face for the coming week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you are a guy, hot as fire and have the ability to ignite my flair for an intellectual discussion such as the aformentioned subjects above, don't hesitate to message me.. i love you already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, i've been subscribing to one of my favorite pastime, tearfest! marts lent me a full-blown tearfest dvd, containing 6 heavy tear-inducing flicks like &lt;em&gt;The Notebook, a walk to remember, if only..&lt;/em&gt; love em. i watched "if only" earlier, hence the sappy mood. i can't wait to fall in love.. hehe.. but only after i've found my steady ground as a self-supporting, young, urban professional.. nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-113795362240040548?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/113795362240040548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=113795362240040548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113795362240040548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113795362240040548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/01/several-blog-moments.html' title='several blog moments'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/grafix/th_inteligenceatadifheight.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-113775465067254205</id><published>2006-01-20T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T18:57:30.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The week that was... Thesis Tantrums</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: Exhausted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Be like that - 3 doors down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;thank god my week is over... my eyes can't take anymore stress than it has at this moment.. :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i just submitted via email my book review on my strategic management subject. just finished gulping down my iced coffee..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;my thesis partner is sick and i've been doing much of the work. ok i know he's sick, but am i being too cruel for even complaining? i've been doing most of the leg work (meaning walking the cruel streets of mendiola under the heat of the afternoon sun) , he's doing the admin (supposedly doing follow up calls), the least he can do is to update me.. but does he? i update him with what's going on in my share of work, and it's not easy! :( i'm loaded with 24 units, he's only got 15 (or is it 12).. i think it's kinda unfair.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;last wednesday i had an exam in the morning, i tried to manage my time by studying half of the evening and trying to finish my book for the review i just submitted. i go to school with my head afloat. my thesis partner texts me, cancels our thesis trip. i cant let that happen, we are already lagged as it is, no time to dilly-dally. i try to go out to mendiola alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i text my friends from the u-belt area to seek some help. friend #1 has an exam, #2 is in ortigas,  #3 also has an exam, #4 isnt available. finally as it closes in my exam before lunch, out of desperation, i text martin. he wasn't the first on my list mind u, but i was beginning to be hopeless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;he replies just before noon. and tells me that he's got an exam at 3. i immediately rush to the nearest train station and began my quest to mendiola. honestly i appreciate that he was willing to help me on 1) such late notice, 2) even if i wasn't the friendliest bitch (to him) the past few days, 3) even if he had 2 exams he hasn't studied for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;so there we went, school hopping under the heat of the afternoon sun. and he wasnt complaining. one school asked me to come back early next day for the results, and he agreed that he would pick up the results for me, which he did. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;but there's a catch.. i need to treat him to coffee and cream. thank you starbucks planner for the freebies.. that's not much price to pay for his efforts, i mean, he's doing more than my partner! haaay.. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Fun Girl!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouapartygirlquiz/fun-girl.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are all about having fun - and you don't need to drink to have a good time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, you've thrown back more than a few every so often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But getting totally stupid and wasted is not your style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the life of the party, by keeping everyone laughing and smiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyouapartygirlquiz/"&gt;Are You a Party Girl?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so much for fun... i ain't getting any!!!!! :,( i'm the ultimate nerd.... haaaayyyy... kill me now!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-113775465067254205?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/113775465067254205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=113775465067254205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113775465067254205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113775465067254205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/01/week-that-was-thesis-tantrums.html' title='The week that was... Thesis Tantrums'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-113749867739606342</id><published>2006-01-17T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T19:57:15.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From the pages of my planner</title><content type='html'>Mood: Frenzied&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Una - Sponge Cola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm really tired. Seriously. i've a lot of things in my mind right now and would welcome death with open arms just in case it comes with in this week. this could very well be one of my 24-unit-frenzy-week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jan 16, Mon: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;s&gt;Group presentation T115&lt;/s&gt; -content was sent to me eve of the previous night, i worked on this til 3am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Group Meeting w/ Mentor @ circle C&lt;/s&gt; -libre ni sir pong, we stayed there til 9 bloody PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jan 17, Tue:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;s&gt;Group Meeting&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jan 18, Wed:&lt;/b&gt; Long Exam T153&lt;br /&gt;STS Outline&lt;br /&gt;Thesis school hopping. Destination: Manila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jan 19, Thu:&lt;/b&gt; my self-declared no sleeping day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jan 20, Fri&lt;/b&gt; Due: Book report T198&lt;br /&gt;Due: content STS report&lt;br /&gt;Market Analysis: Speed Dating... ahem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week, i have reporting and exam in my favorite subject:STS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, my group is organizing 2 events, an alumni homecoming event for the 27th of January in Makati , and a speed dating event probably on the first week of Feb. this of course needs my marketing expertise (translation: phone calls and company visits)-which doesn't come easy when pressed for time. when exactly am i gonna do this?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've masterfully perfected the art of sleeping, reading and eating in transit. I'm really exhausted and havent been getting much sleep. i probably wont blog too. *sniff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank my sponsors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Body Shop, Maybelline and Beauty Bar&lt;/strong&gt;: for continuously making me fabulous despite those terrible dark circles around my eyes and zits popping out here and there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marlboro gold&lt;/strong&gt;: o yes, i've once again joined the fumigation circle because of stress and missed meals (oh yes, including breakfast.. :C) hopefully i'd quit again after this month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nescafe and Starbucks&lt;/strong&gt;: for its aroma and caffeine content&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunflower crackers, Oreos and Ritz Cheese&lt;/strong&gt;: for keeping me alive, i so enjoy it especially when eaten in a UP-Katipunan jeep, or when snuck in the library under the nose of &lt;em&gt;Ate Ping.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral lesson&lt;/strong&gt;: don't be lazy. don't procrastinate. do not make your first 3 (or 4 or more) years in college a holiday to suffer your last 24 units.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-113749867739606342?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/113749867739606342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=113749867739606342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113749867739606342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113749867739606342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/01/from-pages-of-my-planner.html' title='From the pages of my planner'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-113738139386420745</id><published>2006-01-16T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T11:16:33.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eklavu ng mga Gurangers at Chenes ng mga Kiddos</title><content type='html'>Mood: sleepy&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: nothing again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=left&gt;My weekend? oh it was lovely! I simply spent it in the sunshine city of Antipolo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday evening: &lt;/b&gt; i was forced to attend a social gathering of the old rich people in antipolo.. with old i meant: families who have dominated the elites of antipolo for at least 40 years, simultaneously, majority of the guests being aged 60 and above. 70th birthay party of my mom's barkada's mom (follow?). i reiterate, i was forced by my mom who wanted me to grant her the  "bragging rights" of having a daughter from UP... &lt;I&gt;c'mon mom, let's not make a big deal out of this, can we?&lt;/i&gt; never the less, i surrender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there, i dine with 5 matronas (my grandmother included), my mom in her 40s, my kid cousin (11) who insisted to come because of the food, and one handsome young gentleman about my age. His name &lt;b&gt; Mark G. &lt;/b&gt;, (for privacy purposes, i shall not reveal his last name) and he was the only person who made my evening-- that was before he took the hand of one of the matronas and began dancing swing with her.. Deym. DI. o well... so much for a lovely evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday &lt;/b&gt; i run a &lt;i&gt; Voltes 5 &lt;/i&gt; marathon. 12 episodes all in all, before i attended my cousin's 8th birthday party. So there just anyone i know celebrating his/her late teen/early 20s birthday huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-113738139386420745?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/113738139386420745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=113738139386420745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113738139386420745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113738139386420745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/01/eklavu-ng-mga-gurangers-at-chenes-ng_16.html' title='Eklavu ng mga Gurangers at Chenes ng mga Kiddos'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-113715854197210541</id><published>2006-01-13T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T22:38:23.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makita kang Muli, Grimace</title><content type='html'>Mood: In love&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Makita kang muli - Sugarfree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;yes i'm sooo in love with the song!!! even if it belongs to the sound track of the teleserye of &lt;em&gt;Panday.&lt;/em&gt; well... i'd automatically fall in love with the person who'd sing this song to me..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Makita Kang Muli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sugarfree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bawat sandali ng aking buhay&lt;br /&gt;Pagmamahal mo ang aking taglay&lt;br /&gt;San man mapadpad ng hangin&lt;br /&gt;Hindi magbabago aking pagtingin&lt;br /&gt;Pangako natin sa Maykapal&lt;br /&gt;Na tayo lamang sa habang buhay&lt;br /&gt;Maghintay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ipaglalaban ko ang ating pag-ibig&lt;br /&gt;Maghintay ka lamang, Ako’y darating&lt;br /&gt;Pagka’t sa isang taong mahal mo ng buong puso&lt;br /&gt;Lahat ay gagawin makita kang muli,&lt;br /&gt;Makita kang muli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puso’y nagdurusa nangungulila&lt;br /&gt;Iniisip ka ‘pag nag-iisa&lt;br /&gt;Inaalala mga sandali&lt;br /&gt;Nang tayo ay magkapiling&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ang gabay sa aking tuwina&lt;br /&gt;Ang aking ilaw sa gabing mapanglaw&lt;br /&gt;Tanging ikaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ipaglalaban ko ang ating pag-ibig&lt;br /&gt;Maghintay ka lamang, ako’y darating&lt;br /&gt;Pagka’t sa isang taong mahal mo ng buong puso&lt;br /&gt;Lahat ay gagawin&lt;br /&gt;Makita kang muli, makita kang muli&lt;br /&gt;Makita kang muli &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&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="justify"&gt;i bought a swiss ball yesterday... oops, not exactly for work out but to make it like a bean bag for my room. it's so cuuttte!! :D i felt like a little girl with a new Barbie. am i shallow or what? haha... well.. this will be my new best friend. i gave it a name: Grimace... try to guess why.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/Pict0088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;grimace, my swiss ball :D&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/18916214-113715854197210541?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/113715854197210541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=113715854197210541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113715854197210541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113715854197210541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/01/makita-kang-muli-grimace.html' title='Makita kang Muli, Grimace'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-113708578159816378</id><published>2006-01-13T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T13:53:46.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my dearest Gwacee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.piczo.com/img/i88745026_87901.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Glittergraphics.us - Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics, MySpace layouts" src="http://mi7.mgcdn.us/xoxa/g.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Glittergraphics.us - Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics, MySpace layouts" src="http://mi7.mgcdn.us/xoxa/r.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Glittergraphics.us - Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics, MySpace layouts" src="http://mi7.mgcdn.us/xoxa/a.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Glittergraphics.us - Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics, MySpace layouts" src="http://mi7.mgcdn.us/xoxa/c.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Glittergraphics.us - Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics, MySpace layouts" src="http://mi7.mgcdn.us/xoxa/e.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Glittergraphics.us - Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics, MySpace layouts" src="http://mi7.mgcdn.us/xoxa/e.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/gracee.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;love yah girlfriend!!! stay pretty!!! print this and be entitled to one pair of hot pants... :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-113708578159816378?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/113708578159816378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=113708578159816378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113708578159816378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113708578159816378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-birthday-to-my-dearest-gwacee.html' title='Happy Birthday to my dearest Gwacee'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-113713155401445685</id><published>2006-01-13T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T14:01:57.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky me!</title><content type='html'>Mood: Delightful&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Makita kang muli - (compu shop BMG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;(had to print an emai asapl... sayang ang net time.. break to blog)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So delightful. i woke up this morning dead tired because of the requirements i had to complete. almost powerless, i tried to get up to shut off the head-bangin noise emanating from my trusty, pink, heart-printed alarm clock that i strategically situated on my dresser. i caught a glimpse of the dark, dreadful rings around my eyes.... i almost cried because of this "shallow matter.. then it hit me. Deym! I'm still ME! the same proud, conceited, bitchy cry-baby that i am.. whew! whatta relief! Even in my most fucked up state-- tears and all-- i remain gracefull with a positive disposition&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Unlike this person i know... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I can't imagine how someone can continue to live on the face of the earth that he claims to abhor. well, i'm not surprised. this person has threatened the world with his suicidal tendencies... but alas! to no avail. guess he doesn't have the balls to do so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;he says i cry over spilt milk, "shallow stuff" blah blah, yada yada.. yeah, i absolutely do! thank you for that information.. and what does that make you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i actually admire non-conformists. they have the guts to stand out and be different.. but some people like this person, they just over do it.. up to the point that he's just showing off how much angst he has against the world and all its inhabitants.. (and shhh.... he thinks he's so cool! and i think he's P-A-T-H-E-T-I-C)... well, let's leave him to whatever makes him happy.. i even regret giving him the time of the day.. and i swear this will be the last time i'll spend my precious time on that entity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps... he says: "i'm better than the rest of you"... like who are you even talking to? those single-celled amoeba? tell you what.. i'm sure they don't care! :D however, no hard feelings.. i still hope god bless and enlighten him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;as for the other updates about my life.... i was able to talk to M***** over at YM... well, i hate it when people talk as if nothing happened when everybody knows that there had been issues. well, i handled it well, i think. i don't have to pretend about not feeling this way or that. i was stiff and that's how i felt. he was actually being a little too defensive about something i wasn't even interested about... haaayy... when will this end? i'm tired of it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i know i'm vulnerable to these matters as i write [weakness, as grace and i call it] and i'm trying my best not to screw up as i had (drunk confessions).... and i don't think i did. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-113713155401445685?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/113713155401445685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=113713155401445685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113713155401445685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113713155401445685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/01/lucky-me.html' title='Lucky me!'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-113707342185753622</id><published>2006-01-12T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T21:43:48.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hindi ko ma-gets</title><content type='html'>Mood: Enraged&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Pink is the color - K&amp;amp;M (thanks caprice!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hindi ko ma-gets...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;... kung bakit may mga taong nakakarealize lang ng value ng isang bagay (o tao) pag wala na ito.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;... kung bakit nag tetext pa sya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;... kung bakit kahit mahal ang make up ay bili pa rin ako ng bili. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;... kung bakit masarap ang kape. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;... kung bakit may mga taong nagbubukas ng kanilang mga bibig ngunit hindi maintindihan ng nakararami ang nais nilang ipahiwatig (???) di ko rin na-gets&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;... kung bakit may mga taong sadyang walang magawang matino sa buhay nila at nakakahanap ng kaligayahan sa pambabastos ng ibang tao.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eto ang mga palagay ko...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;... siguro na-realize nya na mas masaya pa ring kasama ang taong mas maraming fringe benefits.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;... dahil free text ang Globe at gusto nyang sulitin ang &lt;em&gt;txtnonstop50&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;... because i'm worth it! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;... dahil ito ang nakatatak na sa utak ko.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;... kasi bulol sila.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;... ayon kay &lt;strong&gt;Cappy&lt;/strong&gt;: "&lt;em&gt;to make other people look so much better&lt;/em&gt;" and i totally agree! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-113707342185753622?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/113707342185753622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=113707342185753622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113707342185753622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113707342185753622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/01/hindi-ko-ma-gets.html' title='Hindi ko ma-gets'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-113700629548767723</id><published>2006-01-12T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T03:14:40.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Liners</title><content type='html'>Mood: Exhausted&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Make Luv (men like to party) - Room 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;school hopping: Poveda, Lourdes and La Salle Greenhills for our thesis...we walked from Ortigas to Shaw!!! :( my heels gave up on me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i gave my room and bathroom a total make over... :D woo hoo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i finished a reaction on 6 topics.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;whoa.. whatta looong day but i'm not as tired as i expected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LSGH... oh i miss the High school days ...proms, balls, fairs, dances... :( where have all the quality boys gone? tsk tsk... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;hey guys.. maniwala kayo.. hindi ako si samantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Most Like Charlotte!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whichsexandthecityvixenareyouquiz/charlotte.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the ultimate romantic idealist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been hurt before, but that hasn't caused you to give up on love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anything, your resolve to fall in love is stronger than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's this feminine optimism that men find most appealing about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romantic prediction: That guy you are seeing (or crushing on)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could be very serious - if you play your cards right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whichsexandthecityvixenareyouquiz/"&gt;Which Sex and the City Vixen Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/18916214-113700629548767723?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/113700629548767723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=113700629548767723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113700629548767723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113700629548767723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/01/one-liners.html' title='One Liners'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-113682901938286657</id><published>2006-01-10T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T02:32:31.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wag mag text pag laseng!!!</title><content type='html'>Mood: exhilarated&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Put 'em high - stonebridge... House Rocks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i dunno if this is just too much caffeine for the day or the discovery of that song Cappy and i have been trying to uncover for more than 2 months now or what.. but i'm feeling super different than my pathetic self yesterday (technically last sunday). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;probably this will give you an idea why... an exerpt of my conversation with my dear friend Emerald Green... (she knows who she is)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sun Goddess&lt;/strong&gt; (1/9/2006 6:23:14 PM): at alam mo narealize ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sun Goddess&lt;/strong&gt; (1/9/2006 6:23:20 PM): hindi ko pala love si M***** tlaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emerald Green&lt;/strong&gt; (1/9/2006 6:23:43 PM): kasi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sun Goddess&lt;/strong&gt; (1/9/2006 6:23:52 PM): parang feeling ko lng masyadong natapakan ang pride ko dahil nag karon sha ng gf** dun sa mga panahong akala ko ay akin sha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sun Goddess&lt;/strong&gt; (1/9/2006 6:23:52 PM): :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emerald Green&lt;/strong&gt; (1/9/2006 6:23:54 PM): hay pero nasabi mo na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sun Goddess&lt;/strong&gt; (1/9/2006 6:23:56 PM): ang labo di ba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sun Goddess&lt;/strong&gt; (1/9/2006 6:23:58 PM): pero oo nga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emerald Green&lt;/strong&gt;(1/9/2006 6:24:08 PM): ayan nga sabi ko wag magtetext&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emerald Green&lt;/strong&gt;(1/9/2006 6:24:11 PM): :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sun Goddess&lt;/strong&gt; (1/9/2006 6:24:15 PM): pero at least sa sarili ko naprove ko ang totoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sun Goddess&lt;/strong&gt;(1/9/2006 6:24:30 PM): pag binawi ko sa knya baka hindi maniwala si gago... pero hell i care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sun Goddess&lt;/strong&gt; (1/9/2006 6:24:46 PM): para nman isipin nyang hindi sha super ***** kaht ***** sha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sun Goddess&lt;/strong&gt; (1/9/2006 6:24:47 PM): :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emerald Green&lt;/strong&gt; (1/9/2006 6:24:49 PM): hahaha feeling nya naglalasing ka para maggetover sya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emerald Green&lt;/strong&gt; (1/9/2006 6:25:04 PM): at sumusuka pa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emerald Green&lt;/strong&gt;(1/9/2006 6:25:05 PM): :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sun Goddess&lt;/strong&gt; (1/9/2006 6:25:23 PM): well... kinda.... naglasing nman tlaga ko upang mapaligaya ang sarili ko nung panahong down ako sa knya.. pero un nga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sun Goddess&lt;/strong&gt;(1/9/2006 6:25:45 PM): naging clear din ang utak ko matapos maalis ang emotional baggage chuva est&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;**fyi... wla na rin sila.. mga 3 days lang ata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlies!!! next time u wanna get drunk... drink it with style try my fave drink :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drinksmixer.com/drink2268.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Strawberry Daiquiri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/daiquiri.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;7-Up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 tablespoons grenadine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cherry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In a tall glass with ice, pour 2 tablespoons grenadine. Fill with 7-up and garnish with a cherry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scale ingredients to  servings &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2 oz strawberry schnapps&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 oz light rum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 oz lime juice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 tsp powdered sugar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 oz strawberries &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shake all ingredients with ice, strain into a cocktail glass, and serve.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-113682901938286657?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/113682901938286657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=113682901938286657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113682901938286657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113682901938286657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/01/wag-mag-text-pag-laseng.html' title='Wag mag text pag laseng!!!'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-113678111643349418</id><published>2006-01-09T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T16:03:54.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRIME hangover</title><content type='html'>Mood: incredibly normal&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: nothing (@ the library)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix21/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in between classes and i plan to skip lunch.. to make my time worthwhile, i'm doing this one thing i love most aside from sleeping..(i hate u if you're thinking otherwise!) and it is BLOGGING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi0.bpcdn.us/pegcityfynest/g12.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was one hell of a day...! lemme just do a recap.. i was so fucked up, i got drunk while i was on YM with jemma. we were both in our melancholic modes and i slowly got tipsy. jem decided that i was a crappy conv-mate and decided to let me go.&lt;br /&gt;i go up to my room to try to get a shut-eye before we go to mass.&lt;br /&gt;my head was sssooooo in a whirl that i couldnt. this caused me to run to my bathroom and barf.&lt;br /&gt;to rid my mouth of the awful taste of bile (is it?) i drank water from the tap water of my sink! how crazy is that?&lt;br /&gt;then i felt so sick once again, i sit on my toilet and rest my head on my sink.... and guess what...?! i fall asleep.. i was just awoken by my sister who comes up to my room.&lt;br /&gt;upon discovering that i stained my shorts,i take them off and sleep only in my undies.. now this is perfectly normal for me... but leaving the door open was a different story...&lt;br /&gt;yikes... i was still able to go to mass and thank Jesus (jem, hope ur reading this) after taking a short nap and taking a cold shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i watched PRIME again.. i'm still so into it. [and the musical score is superb also] watching it, however, brought me to realization how lucky i am. in the movie, Thurman's character became so dependent on her psycho-analyst that gave her unconventional relationship a lil more twist for the story. --which did wonders in giving the movie more humor.&lt;br /&gt;but for me, i need no therapist.... i've got friends and they don't charge me for their time! they're always there to share with me all my triumphs, to listen to my every aspiration and most especially to hit me in the head whenever i screw up.&lt;br /&gt;jem thanks for yesterday! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i'm feeling so fine... never been better! i've had my tear-fix induced by some alcoholic substance.. and i feel great... now i'm back in the game and ready to take on the world... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTICE TO THE PUBLIC:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/gfx1/allergic.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i ain't sayin im a goldigga, but i ain't messin wid no broke!&lt;/i&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/18916214-113678111643349418?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/113678111643349418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=113678111643349418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113678111643349418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113678111643349418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/01/prime-hangover.html' title='PRIME hangover'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-113665578641710359</id><published>2006-01-07T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T02:16:08.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in her PRIME devastation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mood: puzzled and depressed&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Happy (i wanna be happy) - squareheads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in increment to school hopping w/ edward for our thesis.. school has brought nothing but misery to me this entire first week of the year... sigh... we've covered 3 out of the 20 interviews we're supposed to finish by end of January, waiting for 2 pending interviews and dealt with one painful rejection from our first attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if our teacher, ms. ***** isn't a the b*tchiest old hag there is, then i don't know who else is. i just spent my thursday evening and the entire morning of friday reviewing for my exam that day... and i still am not sure if i did well... grabe.. all that effort! makes me think tuloy that i should've just spent the whole night sleeping and whole morning making myself fab&gt;&gt; para kahit bagsak ako pretty ako di ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday evening i spent with my high school class from Assumption, section 3 2001 - da bomb! we had dinner at &lt;strong&gt;Misato, Metrowalk Ortigas. &lt;/strong&gt;i was especially thrilled to see &lt;strong&gt;Margel&lt;/strong&gt;, she was my barkada in highschool and i haven't seen her nor had any exchange with her for the longest time. the girl's and i are planning to go to this speed dating in White Plains in support of Michi's cause. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sun_goddess/84307679/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sun_goddess/84307679/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/36/84307679_c7922f1930_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sun_goddess/84307679/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/sun_goddess/84307679/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sun_goddess/"&gt;sungoddess&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Section 3 '01 at Misato Metrowalk... 5 years after&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw the movie &lt;strong&gt;Prime. &lt;/strong&gt;starring &lt;strong&gt;Meryl Streep, Uma Thurman, Bryan Greenberg&lt;/strong&gt;. i highly recommend it. it's a romantic comedy about a newly-divorced woman, Thurman 37, falling in love with a young aspiring artist, Greenberg 23. Streep plays the role of a rather paranoid mother to Greenberg and simultaneously being the professional shrink to Streep-- imagine that you're a mom to a 23-year old son who's dating your newly-divorced patient... and she's talking about how they badabing badaboom! :D crazy fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/prime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*PRIME*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sun Goddess Rating: ***** 5 Suns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;believe it i could relate with the movie.. actually this is one of those bizarre moments that i find myself on the brink of tears watching a movie with a genre like this. i did say it is romantic comedy right? well frankly i could relate to it. i mean, i've dated several (and i mean several!) guys younger than myself--not as much as 14 years though. well anyway, going back to my point. it's tough when u date someone younger, you're bombarded with questions of their maturity, their sense of commitment, their financial capabilities [para sa nakaka gets.. shut up for ur own good!] and all other concerns; still you hang on with the hope that love can conquer barriers of every crappy kind... to that i can very well relate. i can also relate to the feeling of being so in love you couldn't give a damn if the world thinks otherwise... or so i think, or so i wish that's how i'm feeling. i feel so broken. i made a stupid mistake of placing emotions on the line (again!? -idiota!).. another situation i misconstrued and now i feel like i'm in this deep pit and my world is almost falling apart. now i'm starting to believe karma. what's gone around came around!&lt;br /&gt;to add insult to injury.. my random media player skips out of my happy beach music and plays &lt;strong&gt;The Tower &lt;/strong&gt;by &lt;strong&gt;Vienna Teng. &lt;/strong&gt;(c/0 Carlo).. so i go from &lt;em&gt;Ms. Pina Colada&lt;/em&gt; to the pathetic "&lt;em&gt;flower trying to bloom in snow&lt;/em&gt;" in a matter of days.. *heavy sigh...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://tashgorgeous.multiply.com/music/item/51"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/note.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The Tower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Vienna Teng&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;the one who survives by making the lives&lt;br /&gt;of others worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;she's coming apart&lt;br /&gt;right before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;the one who depends on the services she renders&lt;br /&gt;to those who come knocking&lt;br /&gt;she's seeing too clearly what she can't be&lt;br /&gt;what understanding defies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she says I need not to need&lt;br /&gt;or else a love with intuition&lt;br /&gt;someone who reaches out to my weakness and won't let go&lt;br /&gt;I need not to need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've always been the tower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but now I feel like I'm the flower trying to bloom in snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she turns out the light anticipating night falling&lt;br /&gt;tenderly around her&lt;br /&gt;and watches the dusk&lt;br /&gt;the words won't come&lt;br /&gt;she carries the act so convincingly the fact is&lt;br /&gt;sometimes she believes it&lt;br /&gt;that she can be happy the way things are&lt;br /&gt;be happy with the things she's done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reach out&lt;br /&gt;but hold back&lt;br /&gt;where is safety&lt;br /&gt;reach out&lt;br /&gt;and hold back&lt;br /&gt;where is the one who can change me&lt;br /&gt;where is the one&lt;br /&gt;the one&lt;br /&gt;the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reach out&lt;br /&gt;but hold back&lt;br /&gt;where is safety&lt;br /&gt;reach out&lt;br /&gt;and hold back&lt;br /&gt;where is the one who can save me&lt;br /&gt;where is the one&lt;br /&gt;the one&lt;br /&gt;the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so right now i'm drinking red horse alone under the pretense of an alternative source of mefanamic acid to alleviate period pains... but God knows how broken i'm feeling. :(&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/18916214-113665578641710359?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/113665578641710359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=113665578641710359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113665578641710359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113665578641710359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-her-prime-devastation.html' title='in her PRIME devastation'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-113633873871401823</id><published>2006-01-04T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T02:42:10.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pina Colada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;this morning i woke up to this song.. i've heard it and liked it so many times before but i just listened to the words carefully and i love it... well... fyi.. i'm this girl.. haha.. now i just need someone to sing it.. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/pin.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/1600/note.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/note.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tashgorgeous.multiply.com/music/item/31"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;listen to pina colada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Pinacolada*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By Rupert Holmes&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was tired of my lady&lt;br /&gt;We'd been together too long&lt;br /&gt;Like a worn-out recording&lt;br /&gt;Of a favorite song&lt;br /&gt;So while she lay there sleeping&lt;br /&gt;I read the paper in bed&lt;br /&gt;And in the personal columns&lt;br /&gt;There was this letter I read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you like Pina Coladas&lt;br /&gt;And getting caught in the rain&lt;br /&gt;If you're not into yoga&lt;br /&gt;If you have half a brain&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like making love at midnight&lt;br /&gt;In the dunes on the Cape&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm the love that you've looked for&lt;br /&gt;Write to me and escape."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think about my lady&lt;br /&gt;I know that sounds kind of mean&lt;br /&gt;But me and my old lady&lt;br /&gt;Have fallen into the same old dull routine&lt;br /&gt;So I wrote to the paper&lt;br /&gt;Took out a personal ad&lt;br /&gt;And though I'm nobody's poet&lt;br /&gt;I thought it wasn't half bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes I like Pina Coladas&lt;br /&gt;And getting caught in the rain&lt;br /&gt;I'm not much into health food&lt;br /&gt;I am into champagne&lt;br /&gt;I've got to meet you by tomorrow noon&lt;br /&gt;And cut through all this red-tape&lt;br /&gt;At a bar called O'Malley's&lt;br /&gt;Where we'll plan our escape."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I waited with high hopes&lt;br /&gt;And she walked in the place&lt;br /&gt;I knew her smile in an instant&lt;br /&gt;I knew the curve of her face&lt;br /&gt;It was my own lovely lady&lt;br /&gt;And she said, "Oh it's you."&lt;br /&gt;Then we laughed for a moment&lt;br /&gt;And I said, "I never knew."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you like Pina Coladas&lt;br /&gt;Getting caught in the rain&lt;br /&gt;And the feel of the ocean&lt;br /&gt;And the taste of champagne&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like making love at midnight&lt;br /&gt;In the dunes of the Cape&lt;br /&gt;You're the lady I've looked for&lt;br /&gt;Come with me and escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;repeat chorus twice and fade out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/18916214-113633873871401823?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/113633873871401823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=113633873871401823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113633873871401823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113633873871401823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/01/pina-colada.html' title='Pina Colada'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-113619851758727036</id><published>2006-01-02T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T14:57:57.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>before i go back to norm</title><content type='html'>awww.... im gonna miss being a bum... but i have to go back to normal by tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway... during the new year bang... our poor aga was under our PC table terrified of the new year noise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i had lunch with marts, he just came back from his x'mas holiday in tacloban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i went to mass with my family and then there's this woman later 40s-early50s... and i know exactly who she is... Josh's mom.... &lt;a href="http://haloscan.com/tb/sungoddess/113377184186987673"&gt;read this post for reference to josh&lt;/a&gt; ... well, after the mass i surprised her w/ a "happy new year greeting and the sweetest smile and she smiled back... Josh wasnt w/ her and she doesnt know me. but she greeted me back w/ a smile... now back in the car, my sister tells this story to my dad and he goes: "&lt;em&gt;that's my girl!"&lt;/em&gt;... naks.. hanep sa suporta! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to grab the new ish of Cosmo Mag for january.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18916214-113619851758727036?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/113619851758727036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=113619851758727036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113619851758727036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113619851758727036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/01/before-i-go-back-to-norm.html' title='before i go back to norm'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-113610327700048203</id><published>2006-01-01T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T16:14:41.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome 2006!!!</title><content type='html'>mood: reminiscent&lt;br /&gt;listening to: song of the year- &lt;strong&gt;Ever After&lt;/strong&gt; by Bonnie Bailey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/1600/new%20year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/new%20year.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how time flies when you're enjoying huh? as i look back, i remember starting the year 2005 with laarni and saying &lt;em&gt;we're gonna make the year a worthwhile one&lt;/em&gt;. after coming from a very crappy 2004, we declared it to be the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;year of the lionesses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (leo females- jem, that would include u then). and for me it definitely was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me year 2005 was a worthwhile one. this is the year when i've felt the happiest in my entire college life in UP Diliman. when i've met and bonded with real friends and realized my self worth. i've failed and risen up with a bang. i've set my priorities and clarified my goals and my plans for the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in terms of gimiks and trips... this by far is the greatest year.. well of course this is also due to the fact that i'm older and more responsible to handle some gimiks that i wasn't allowed to go to when i was younger, huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for heart breaks.. thank god i didnt have one this year... well i didnt' have a boyfriend in the first place. but i had a lot of reasons to make my heart speed up. :D for me that is even more fun than having a boyfriend which i wasnt even ready for the past year anyway.... this year i am... &lt;em&gt;wink wink!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;now that it's really over, perhaps this is the perfect time to thank everyone who's made my past year such a wonderful one. &lt;strong&gt;Sisqo, Charade, TS, Jodera, Cosmo &lt;/strong&gt;and of course, &lt;strong&gt;my family... &lt;/strong&gt;and all other friends.. u know who u are. 2005 really was my year. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/martini.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sun Goddess&lt;/strong&gt; welcomes the new year!!! everybody rock!&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/18916214-113610327700048203?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/113610327700048203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=113610327700048203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113610327700048203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113610327700048203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2006/01/welcome-2006.html' title='Welcome 2006!!!'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-113601802299692952</id><published>2005-12-31T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T16:33:44.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>final blow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;this morning we came from tagaytay, for my dad's ateneo college buddies annual christmas thingies. as usual we had a hearty meal and with my dad's friends and their families. we were 6 families all in all. and whoa! have u been in a room with quite a number of english speaking kids? good thing im not that lost in translation.&lt;br /&gt;chrismas wasn't over for i still received a lotta great gifts.. hehe... and im ** years old already.. i'm the oldest 2nd generation person there btw.&lt;br /&gt;i also had coffee w/ the bigger kids.&lt;br /&gt;well anyway we just got home today and i can't wait for the new year to come.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.piczo.com/img/i82085964_20924.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;guys.. thanks for making my year!!! love yah!!!&lt;br /&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/18916214-113601802299692952?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/113601802299692952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=113601802299692952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113601802299692952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113601802299692952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2005/12/final-blow.html' title='final blow'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-113589969343642025</id><published>2005-12-30T07:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T07:41:33.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motorcycle party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday the Motorcycle Philippines eklavu that dad is a part of had their x'mas party here last night. it's a fun crowd, young, energetic people. well unlike some other oldies.. and i like them because they liked my vodka cocktails... who are, well, unlike some other oldies.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/DSCI3066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with jessi and maui at the party... god, my tipsy eyes! pero hindi ako lasing promise! i didn't even drink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm off to tagaytay! see you next year! Have a prosperous new year all! :D&lt;/span&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/18916214-113589969343642025?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/113589969343642025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=113589969343642025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113589969343642025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113589969343642025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2005/12/motorcycle-party.html' title='Motorcycle party'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-113584003710496501</id><published>2005-12-29T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T16:42:09.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hotttie back on the road</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;woohoo!!! i just got my license today.. it's a tempo, though. still im glad that after almost a year of driving blindly without one, i can finally get caught.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/gfx1/33.gif" border="0" /&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;well anyway, i know i'm charming. i mean not beautiful ok... im not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; conceited. i mean i know i'm amiable, i'm just glad i can sometimes put it into good use. &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;we all know that LTO is one of those places filled with people from all walks of life and it's really not a holiday waiting in the looong line for employees who are not exactly the hospitable ones. of course in fairness, this is just a generalization.&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;so earlier, because of my amiability, yours truly was able to get her license in the shortest possible time. all it took is a smile and a little exchange of greetings to the employees. twice. there was even a time that i had my photo taken during the lunch break. and all that w/o an aid of a fixer. and btw, i was wearing a dark shirt and jeans.. baring of skin from my part, just teeth.&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;well, it's a gift. use it well.&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/18916214-113584003710496501?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/113584003710496501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=113584003710496501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113584003710496501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113584003710496501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2005/12/hotttie-back-on-road.html' title='hotttie back on the road'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-113577596030620433</id><published>2005-12-28T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T21:29:02.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chismis, chiacherare, rumors and gossips</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/1600/sporty.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/200/sporty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i heard a rumor, again about me, again negative. (was there ever a time that people huddle to talk about others' achievements anyway?) well i received this quote from a friend via sms: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"if people talk negatively about you, leave in such a way that no one will believe them."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;love it. live it. zip.&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;to all those low-life imps, talk if u must... i'm enjoying every moment that you spend on making me a star.&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/18916214-113577596030620433?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/113577596030620433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=113577596030620433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113577596030620433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113577596030620433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2005/12/chismis-chiacherare-rumors-and-gossips.html' title='chismis, chiacherare, rumors and gossips'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18916214.post-113568744365942426</id><published>2005-12-27T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T21:02:56.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Antipolo Mania</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;December 24:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;last minute shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;last minute grocery (as in the grocery people were already getting cranky)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;meat festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;mass @NOLP w/ people staring at me and my off-shoulder dress and my sister and her backless top.. &lt;em&gt;deym, are we gorgeous or what?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;meat fest part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;wasting the night away at &lt;strong&gt;Padi's Point Antipolo&lt;/strong&gt; watching the christmas morning with the family..... oh and yeah.. dad's &lt;em&gt;fart story&lt;/em&gt;- isang corny na joke.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;December 25: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;breakfast babuyan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;a late lunch with the &lt;strong&gt;Ongsiako&lt;/strong&gt; clan atop the beautiful mountain of Antipolo (formerly, Vista Linda.. my grandmother's bar turned nature sanctuary along Sumulong Hiway)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;family switch.. &lt;em&gt;bonding with the &lt;strong&gt;Eugenios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;note: i received new underwears enough to suit me like a month w/o washing.. haha.. &lt;em&gt;do i look like i dont wear one? but anyway, i love 'em&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;love &lt;strong&gt;Uncle Jul&lt;/strong&gt;'s gift: a pink croc-skin wrist watch-- &lt;em&gt;yeah die reptile!&lt;/em&gt; and Mom's white gold anklet, and granny's Vic's Secret lotion... &lt;em&gt;can't believe i'm still getting christmas presents!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/crocskin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;gift from uncle jul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;December 26: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;batman marathon. thanks to the 5 in 1 DVD, i got to see the batman series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;a few drinks w/ my uncles' buds at &lt;strong&gt;Leonardo's Antipolo&lt;/strong&gt;.... point of information: they were the people who saw me through the years... now they're asking why i'm still single @ 21.. then again, why not... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;December 27:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;finally left the beautiful city of Antipolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;coffee w/ &lt;strong&gt;Gracee &lt;/strong&gt;at &lt;strong&gt;Starbucks MegaStrip&lt;/strong&gt;... and finally getting my planner!!! whoo hoo!!!! thanks to my friends who've donated their stickers to me: &lt;strong&gt;Mich, Cappy, Jem, Mark &lt;/strong&gt;and most especially to Gracee (she demanded that i thank her.. and well she deserves it.. hehe)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/1862/320/coffee%20moment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;me and my 2006 planner... my proudest moment for the year.. Olats!&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/18916214-113568744365942426?l=sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/feeds/113568744365942426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18916214&amp;postID=113568744365942426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113568744365942426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18916214/posts/default/113568744365942426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sungoddess-mythology.blogspot.com/2005/12/antipolo-mania.html' title='Antipolo Mania'/><author><name>Sun_Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915609716089788655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/chloee_05/beautiful/Pict0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
