<?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-1718857004618676855</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:53:52.908+08:00</updated><category term='rants'/><category term='up lissa'/><category term='event'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='malas'/><category term='lis'/><category term='musings'/><category term='love'/><category term='up slis'/><title type='text'>Palacio.</title><subtitle type='html'>herFAIRYTALE</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1718857004618676855/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jean Quiambao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6Cjd7JL7bvE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Fap80kerCfk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1718857004618676855.post-7541441476354005740</id><published>2009-12-15T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T19:41:37.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 ways to break your girl's heart before your 16th monthsary</title><content type='html'>  10. Forget that it's just three days away.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;9. Argue with her.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. Make her VERY angry and hurt. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. Tell her you &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt; love her more.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. Make her feel &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;loved.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. Do everything &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you know&lt;/span&gt; she hates the most.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4-2. Tell her you'll meet her on Monday. Apologize because you can't make it on Monday and promise her you'll see her on Tuesday. On Tuesday, tell her that you will try and if you can't, you'll make it all up to her on Wednesday. Assume that she'll believe you and be mad if she doesn't.&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Break your long-time promise, her heart, and her trust.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Congratulations! You've just broke your girl's heart BIGTIME. You can now go back to being a self-centered jerk.&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/1718857004618676855-7541441476354005740?l=princesah18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/feeds/7541441476354005740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/2009/12/10-ways-to-break-your-girl-heart-before.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1718857004618676855/posts/default/7541441476354005740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1718857004618676855/posts/default/7541441476354005740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/2009/12/10-ways-to-break-your-girl-heart-before.html' title='10 ways to break your girl&amp;#39;s heart before your 16th monthsary'/><author><name>Jean Quiambao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6Cjd7JL7bvE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Fap80kerCfk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1718857004618676855.post-1769482346497560603</id><published>2009-03-23T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T14:45:31.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>betrayed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ang hirap isipin na kung sino ang mga pinagkakatiwalaan mo, sila pa ang manglalaglag sayo. O kaya naman, sila pa ang magiging dahilan ng paglayo ng ibang tao sa iyo. Mas mahirap kung wala kang kaalam-alam sa mga nangyayari. Masakit maging biktima ng ganitong sitwasyon pero ano nga ba ang magagawa ko? Hindi naman magandang magalit at magtanim ng sama ng loob sa mga taong itinuturing mong kaibigan. Hindi ko naman kasi ikayayaman iyon. Sasama lang din ang loob ko, e ang dami ko pang dapat problemahin. Finals week, hell week, kamusta kayo? Kaya walang ibang magawa kundi ilabas ang hinanakit sa ganitong paraan. Ano pa ba't balang araw ay makakalimutan ko rin iyon. Pero sana lang, sana lang naman, inisip nya kung anong magiging epekto sakin ng ginawa nya. Hindi ko alam kung bakit nya ginawa yun, baka ganun lang talaga sya. Siguro akala nya tinutulungan nya ako sa ganoong paraan, pero sana, sana lang, makita nya na hindi, hindi maganda ang resulta ng mga ginawa nya. Hindi nakakatuwa. At sana hindi na lang nya ginawa. Pero dahil nga tapos na iyon, wala namang akong ibang magagawa kundi intindihin sya. At kahit wala akong kaalam-alam noon, at dahil ngayon ay alam ko na, marapat lamang na ayusin ang gulong idinulot nito. Hindi ako galit, asar lang siguro, hindi ko kasi maintindihan kung bakit. Ano bang ginawa ko sa kanya para gawin niya ito sakin? Sa pagkakatanda ko, wala naman, wala naman akong ipinagkakalat na sikreto nya, wala talaga. O talagang biktima lang ako ng tinatawag na "kamalasan"? Pero ewan, ano bang mali sakin, bakit nya kailangang gawin iyon? Hay.   &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/1718857004618676855-1769482346497560603?l=princesah18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/feeds/1769482346497560603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/2009/03/betrayed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1718857004618676855/posts/default/1769482346497560603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1718857004618676855/posts/default/1769482346497560603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/2009/03/betrayed.html' title='betrayed.'/><author><name>Jean Quiambao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6Cjd7JL7bvE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Fap80kerCfk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1718857004618676855.post-8602051061128761538</id><published>2009-03-18T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T04:20:07.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>朋友</title><content type='html'>      &lt;font style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cameron:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; "If we want this to not get in the way of our friendship, I think we both have to apologize and put it behind us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Foreman:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; "I like you, really...we have a good time working together. But ten years from now, we're not gonna be hanging out, having dinners. Maybe we'll exchange Christmas cards, say "Hi," give a hug if we're at the same conference...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;we're not friends, we're colleagues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;... and I don't have anything to apologize for."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;--Episode 18, Season 2 of House MD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We are friendly creatures. We can't live alone. As the saying goes, "no man is an island." We always search for someone to be with. Someone whom we can share our thoughts, feelings, and emotions with. Someone we can cling to whenever we feel weak. Someone we can call a "friend".&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don't have tons of friends. But I have enough. Enough to know that I can be a real friend too. Enough to be able to fight for them through and through. Enough to stand for them 'til the end of time. Enough to give up my pride and insecurity. And enough to stay and never leave them no matter what.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;However, there are some people whom you thought are your real friends. You will fight for them, be by their sides, and stay 'til you can. But one day, sometimes in the toughest circumstances, you'll be dumbfounded that they really don't think of you as a friend.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am not talking about "user-friendly" here. My point is that no matter how willing you are to do everything for someone, that someone may not even have any willingness to do a thing for you. Ergo, no matter how you treat someone as your friend, that someone may not want to consider you as his/her friend.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A real friend is someone who considers and who treats you as a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But then again, no one can stop us from caring for other people; whether they treat us as their friend or not. Besides, it won't hurt them in any way.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1718857004618676855-8602051061128761538?l=princesah18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/feeds/8602051061128761538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1718857004618676855/posts/default/8602051061128761538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1718857004618676855/posts/default/8602051061128761538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='朋友'/><author><name>Jean Quiambao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6Cjd7JL7bvE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Fap80kerCfk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1718857004618676855.post-382156816938608326</id><published>2009-02-21T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T02:34:32.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UP Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I can't open Plurk. Ugh. Kaya eto, survey na lang muna. :P&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[ ] Worried about getting bullied by fratmen or getting killed in a riot.&lt;br&gt;  [ ] Got bullied by fratmen or was killed in a riot.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;  [ ] Witnessed a riot.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  [X] Watched the Oblation Run. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*last year lang, first time pa. haha! nakakatawa, as in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[X] Made friends with a teacher.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sa SLIS pa lang, marami ka nang magiging friend na prof e. at may mga cool prof din sa mga GE subjects na magiging friend mo. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;  [ ] Was tricked as a freshman into attending a rally / prayer meeting.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[X] Wore red or black on one of those wear red or wear black days.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*minsan, nagkakataon lang talaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;[ ] Wore red on Valentine’s Day. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*never&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[X] Wore black on Valentine's Day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sorry ah, marami lang talaga akong black na damit e. hehe :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;[ ] Celebrated a birthday at Mang Jimmy's.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  [X] Learned UP Naming Mahal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *freshie days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;  [ ] Was an RA (registration assistant) or SA.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;[ ] Lied or begged to an RA for a slot in class.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[X] Participated in a there's-only-one-more-slot-are you-feeling-lucky?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*this sem lang, buti na lang walang ibang nakapila. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;  [ ] Jogged around the campus&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *walked lang e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;[ ] Visited the Vargas Museum.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[ ] Knew at least one xerox lady, manong, or technician by name. &lt;br&gt;  [ ] Attended university level graduation.&lt;br&gt;  [ ] Got an activist for a teacher.&lt;br&gt;  [ ] Watched a La Salle vs. Ateneo UAAP game.&lt;br&gt;  [ ] Watched a UP vs. any school basketball game.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  [X] Studied in CASAA.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*kaso ang hirap kasi maingay. at ayoko sa mga gumagawa ng homework and whatnot doon kapag lunch time. err, wala kayang maupuan yung ibang KAKAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;[ ] Studied in McDonald's or Jollibee Philcoa for one full night and bought just one regular-sized drink.&lt;br&gt;  [ ] Studied along Katipunan.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;  [ ] Studied along Katipunan and affected the mannerisms of a stereotypical Atenean.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  [X] Watch a play that's not required for Comm III.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *though wala naman talaga akong Comm III, gusto ko lang din kasi talaga ang DUP. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  [X] Went stargazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *di nga lang sa Observatory..minsan sa Sunken, sa Quezon Hall, at sa Track Oval. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[X] Ate in Chocolate Kiss&lt;/span&gt;, Tea Room (in CHE) or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chateau Verde&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *masarap ang Blueberry Cheesecake, Sansrival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, at Qeusadilla sa ChocKiss; maraming masarap sa chateau verde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;  [ ] Struck up a conversation with a taong grasa.&lt;br&gt;  [ ] Wrote to/for the Collegian.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *pangarap lang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;  [ ] Seriously pondered about the identity/ies of the people described in Eksenang Peyups.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  [X] Went to the chapel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[X] Got a pebble stuck in your shoe/slippers while walking in Sunken Garden. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*nakakatawa ako noon..hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[ ] Cut class with your block to watch a movie.&lt;br&gt;  [ ] Had a Voltes V for a teacher. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;  [ ] Took a class under Joseph Palis.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *gwapo ba siya? chos! :P terror?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;  [ ] Lied to the transcript lady to get a transcript earlier than the standard 3 months.&lt;br&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[X] Went to a Freshman-only concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *and went home early. :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[X] Subsisted on just streetfood (fishballs, half footlongs, kwekwek, squidballs/rolls, mais, dirty ice cream) for a day.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*i was on a serious diet that time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[ ] Learned how to smoke. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*i'll never try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[ ] Went on an out-of-town trip with blockmates or orgmates. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*one of these days (sana)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[X] Fell in love.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*nasa UP lang pala..ayiee! :"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  [X] Actually read the books you keep borrowing from the lib.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[X] Played cards during your free time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *si Dan kasi..nangbabatman..hehe :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;[ ] Dressed in business attire.&lt;br&gt;[ ] Sumabit sa jeep. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;  [ ] Got sung to or sung to someone in class during Valentine's day.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *i wish. haha! JK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  [X] Watched the Lantern Parade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *always, I love it! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[X] Helped out a total stranger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*freshies, foreigners, and outsiders asking for directions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;  [ ] Helped out a total stranger because he/she was hot.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *ay, sana meron noh? haha! JOKE LANG! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  [X] Learned to stay awake for more than 24 or 48 hours straight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*kaya ngayon, gising pa ako.&lt;/span&gt; :|&lt;br&gt;  [ ] Got bullied by fratmen and feeling cool wannabe people who were actually losers. &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;[ ] Took Wednesday/Monday and/or Sat classes.&lt;br&gt;  [ ] Volunteered for the Pahinungod.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*ha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[X] Ate "tasteless white sauce" pasta from cock-a-noodle-doo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *sorry ah, pero Gloria's yan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  [X] Got a boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;/girlfriend. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*hi Dan! :):):) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;[X] Took time to read the vandalism in the CR.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*madalas 'to sakin. bawat CR na makita kong may vandal..hehe :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[ ] Watched a sexy art film for any GE class.&lt;br&gt;[ ] Got held up or pickpocketed. &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[X] Felt depressed because you were not as good academically as you were in high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *parang ngayon..hay..:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[X] Did a last minute paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *badtrip lang minsan kasi kung ano yung pinaghandaan mo ng matagal, yun yung mababa..madalas, mataas ang paper ko pag crammed. pero di ko naman hobby yun, ang hirap kaya mag-cram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[ ] Had spent a lot for 1x1 ID pictures.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *salamat SC. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[X] Got exempted from final exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;[ ] Got exempted from a final exam but still took it. &lt;br&gt;  [ ] Attended a varsity pep rally.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;[ ] Watched LIVE AIDS, Androgyny, Maskipaps or any well-known variety show. &lt;br&gt;  [ ] Got into at least one (org- or council-sponsored) adventure race. &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  [X] Knew where the best restrooms are on campus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *Econ, BA, CAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  [X] Joined an org. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  [X] Allowed yourself to make mistakes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;[ ] Went to the gym in spite of having no PE class just to ogle varsity players/cute boys.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  [X] Took summer classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[X] Admired the Oblation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  [X] Made a video for a project. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*madalas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[X] Had a crush on a teacher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;[ ] Had a teacher who had a crush on/tried to court you.&lt;br&gt;  [ ] Attended your ROTC Bivouac. &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;[ ] Faked sickness to get an absence excused.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;  [ ] Got your car scratched by one of those "Kuya bantayan ko kotse niyo" kids. &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;[ ] Took a PE class where you had to pay for tuition.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[X] Went to school in your crappiest yet most comfy clothes&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*pag yung tipong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DADAAN lang talaga ako sa school para magpasa ng paper and stuff like that, tapos uwi agad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;[ ] Learned how to use the Bayantel pay phones.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[X] Participated in school activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;[ ] Caught the UP Pep Tryouts.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[X] Dated someone from UP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  [X] Rode an IKOT and TOKI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  [X] Found a tambayan.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[X] Went drinking at Sarah's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;[ ] Learned how to beg for a higher grade.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  [X] Used your 6 allowable absences wisely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;[ ] Lived in a dorm. and a boarding house &lt;br&gt;[ ] Volunteered to be beadle or go-to guy for your group/class.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  [X] Had the worst schedule.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*marathon of classes or loooong break times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;[ ] Realized that there really is just one coconut tree on the sunken garden. &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;[ ] Not used up all 6 allowable absences.&lt;br&gt;  [ ] Ate in ISSI, Treehouse, Mama Thai's and other more obscure cafeterias.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;[ ] Ate food Aristocart-style. &lt;br&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[X] Is active in your org. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  [X] Attended an ACLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;  [ ] Got as many app forms as you can during the job fair. &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  [X] Learned how to cram&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;  [ ] Sold tickets for a play or movie.  &lt;br&gt;  [ ] Saved money to Xerox all of your seatmate's notes. &lt;br&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[X] Had accidentally seen a make-out session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *haha! Lantern Parade nun e, sa Sunken Garden, di ko kasi agad napansin dahil madilim..at freshie pa ako nun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;[ ] Slept in class.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *bago lang magstart ang class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[X] Finished a homework/assignment/paper in the Shopping Center or Philcoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;  [ ] Had mountains of "unused" sample exams and/or old testaments.&lt;br&gt;  [ ] Resolved to be "better this semester". &lt;br&gt;  [ ] Slept during a test.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  [X] Had groupmates from hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  [X] Learned how to work with groupmates from hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;  [ ] Perfected the art of parking on campus.&lt;br&gt;  [ ] Had a bad encounter with one of the guards on campus. &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[X] Developed a love for sisig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  [X] Looked at microfilms in the library or poked through archives.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  [X] Reserved a classroom, AVR, etc. for a class or org function&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  [X] Attended the UP Fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *Loverage 3 was crap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  [X] Went to a library other than your own college's to research.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;[ ] Lost a perfectly functioning umbrella. &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[X] Used consultation hours properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;  [ ] Went to the Guidance Office for real, heart-to-heart guidance.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  [X] Went to the infirmary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *first was for physical check-up; second was last sem, visited jen; third was this sem, got sick for 5 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;  [ ] Attended class with a hangover.  &lt;br&gt;  [ ] Drink beer or alcohol while inside UP grounds.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  [X] Walked all the way to Philcoa &lt;/span&gt;or Katipunan&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; from UP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *Centennial Kick-off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;  [ ] Buy frogs from NSRI or a Bio department.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[X] Maxed out on the 6 allowed unexcused absences but DID NOT drop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *mabait ang prof ko nun :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[X] Got invited or pursued by a sorority or fraternity.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  [X] Wore slippers to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;[ ] Had a professor who smoked in class.&lt;br&gt;[ ] Got diagnosed by the Infirmary as pregnant or infected with STD      &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/1718857004618676855-382156816938608326?l=princesah18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/feeds/382156816938608326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/2009/02/up-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1718857004618676855/posts/default/382156816938608326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1718857004618676855/posts/default/382156816938608326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/2009/02/up-life.html' title='UP Life'/><author><name>Jean Quiambao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6Cjd7JL7bvE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Fap80kerCfk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1718857004618676855.post-507972344814213854</id><published>2009-02-14T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T09:23:01.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>        &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, now that I have a boyfriend, it isn't Singles' Awareness Day for me anymore; it's Valentine's Day for us--me and Dan. :)&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Last year, this was my Feb. 14th blog: &lt;a href="http://princesah.multiply.com/journal/item/81/My_Happy_SAD_A_supposedly_feb_14th_post"&gt;My Happy SAD&lt;/a&gt;. I &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; single and, yes, bitter. But now I am happy, just the way I deserve to be. :)&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, how shall I start cheesyness in this blog? Hmm...here...&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Since this is our first Valentine's Day, I tried to plan something special. Planning started on the first day of February, I'm not very excited. Kidding. :P I've come up with lots of bright idea but they need a lot of preparation and some budgeting. Unfortunately, I've been very busy the whole two weeks. Also, I ran out of money. :( I know, that's a lame excuse. However, I still came up with "Plan B." On Sunday, February 8th, I made heart-&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;shaped bittersweet chocolates with red chocolate prints on it. Bittersweet/Dark Chocolates are his favorites, actually, our faves! :)&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.princesah.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SZhi4woKCpMAABELVbs1/CIMG6214.JPG?et=O%2CE7XwQhccpTymrxfQ09Mw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;I really do :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://princesah.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SZhi4woKCpMAABELVbs1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://princesah.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SZhi4woKCpMAABELVbs1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://princesah.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SZhi4woKCpMAABELVbs1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://princesah.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SZhi4woKCpMAABELVbs1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://princesah.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SZhi4woKCpMAABELVbs1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://princesah.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SZhi4woKCpMAABELVbs1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://princesah.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SZhi4woKCpMAABELVbs1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.princesah.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SZhjagoKCpMAABhSRgQ1/CIMG6215.JPG?et=Egf9tdBCaKUYrqzjF2DJFA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;It's not easy to do this but because I love him, I tried my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://princesah.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SZhi4woKCpMAABELVbs1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://princesah.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SZhi4woKCpMAABELVbs1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://princesah.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SZhi4woKCpMAABELVbs1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://princesah.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SZhi4woKCpMAABELVbs1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://princesah.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SZhi4woKCpMAABELVbs1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://princesah.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SZhi4woKCpMAABELVbs1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://princesah.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SZhi4woKCpMAABELVbs1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://princesah.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SZhkZgoKCpMAAC-LgnU1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.princesah.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SZhkZgoKCpMAAC-LgnU1/CIMG6219.JPG?et=H6JjXb3e91XSTjhHZVOOFA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://princesah.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SZhi4woKCpMAABELVbs1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://princesah.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SZhi4woKCpMAABELVbs1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://princesah.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SZhi4woKCpMAABELVbs1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-style: italic;" href="http://princesah.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SZhi4woKCpMAABELVbs1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-style: italic;" href="http://princesah.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SZhi4woKCpMAABELVbs1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-style: italic;" href="http://princesah.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SZhi4woKCpMAABELVbs1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-style: italic;" href="http://princesah.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SZhi4woKCpMAABELVbs1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-style: italic;" href="http://princesah.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SZhi4woKCpMAABELVbs1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-style: italic;" href="http://princesah.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SZhi4woKCpMAABELVbs1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-style: italic;" href="http://princesah.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SZhi4woKCpMAABELVbs1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-style: italic;"&gt;What's great about this chocolates is that it can mean two things, one is that I love him, and the other one is that he loves me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;However, we both know that we will not be able to spend our first Valentine's Day together. February 14th is also my lola's birthday and I, together with my family and relatives, have go to Pampanga. So we--Dan and I--planned to have a pre-valentine date/s instead. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;February 11th, Wednesday, PBA Cup's Finals. He really wanted to watch this on Araneta Coliseum. After my classes, 2:30pm, we decided to go there. But we dropped at Gilmore first because he has stuff to buy there. By 4:00pm, we were in Cubao, unfortunately, tickets are already sold out except for "standing." Since he doesn't want that, we went to Gateway, had dinner, watched a movie, and played at Timezone instead.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://princesah.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SZh1gAoKCpMAAFsvqCo1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.princesah.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SZh1gAoKCpMAAFsvqCo1/CIMG5985.JPG?et=2ZiK%2BxBj0GEqB0MwkEYjZg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;He's really sad. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://princesah.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SZh2xwoKCpMAAG4v6I41"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.princesah.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SZh2xwoKCpMAAG4v6I41/CIMG6000.JPG?et=JZdlk5Y1XX%2BQmoeAa0HAtw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-style: italic;"&gt;But I'm here to make him happy. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://princesah.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SZh2VQoKCpMAAGMNuqY1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.princesah.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SZh2VQoKCpMAAGMNuqY1/CIMG5991.JPG?et=Ug1YpGAkMjt1kWvBZ8JFIw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;His "takaw" pic. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://princesah.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SZh4YAoKCpMAABTkPnI1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.princesah.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SZh4YAoKCpMAABTkPnI1/CIMG6002.JPG?et=p3aWHg%2ClM120na9CstOAxQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-style: italic;"&gt;My turn for the "takaw" pic. :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://princesah.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SZh43woKCpMAACKCWPM1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.princesah.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SZh43woKCpMAACKCWPM1/CIMG6027.JPG?et=8UzQjhEEq%2B4naklnP849fg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;Movie tickets of "Marley and Me." We both enjoyed and love the movie, except that he wished, Marley's a cat. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://princesah.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SZh5WgoKCpMAACLYXTA1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.princesah.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SZh5WgoKCpMAACLYXTA1/CIMG6029.JPG?et=abN57IoRrKXXwoy0lERvTQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;At Timezone, he's good at drums, I'm not. He got lucky at Deal or No Deal, I did not. He's also good in playing Tekken, I am not (yet). He taught me to play basketball, I screwed a bit. Haha! Anyways, we enjoyed playing together. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;February 13th, Friday, woke up very early, tried to look my best / made myself beautiful (haha). 6:00 am, I was calling him but he's not answering it, obviously, he's still asleep. 7:00 am, he texted me, I called him again and told him to get up and get ready because I'm on my way and we will have breakfast at McDonald's Philcoa. He sounded happy and amused; of course, he didn't expected something like that, oh, for some reasons, he'll never expect that from me. Hehe. Because I know that it took him at least an hour to bathe and gussy up, I waited for an hour before leaving. At about 9:00 am, I was already at McDo but he's still not there. He came after 10 minutes, then we ordered our food. And then, he left, I thought that he's just looking for honey at the counter; but when he showed up, he has a honey AND a pink long-stemmed rose in his hands.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *blush*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://princesah.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SZh97AoKCpMAAGsynMo1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.princesah.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SZh97AoKCpMAAGsynMo1/CIMG6095.JPG?et=d9iKuzECe5OKgOJuzSCxtA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-style: italic;"&gt;I love pink and I love rose. I really love it! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://princesah.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SZh@YgoKCpMAAHlaxHc1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.princesah.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SZh@YgoKCpMAAHlaxHc1/CIMG6090.JPG?et=QULnTkkqQNfdOzNRpgAevA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;Cheers to more Valentine's Day to come for us! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;By 10:00 am, we're at SLIS, we manned the LovapaLISSA Booth, and had our lunch there. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://princesah.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SZiCOAoKCpMAADHOOaM1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.princesah.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SZiCOAoKCpMAADHOOaM1/friday-13th-02.JPG?et=3EBOGSJrAkjhx44pJSoU9A&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;Sir Igor took this pic. Thanks, sir! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;From 1:00 pm to 6:00 pm, I was at my classes. After all my classes, I went at Educ Lib to help him in his data gathering for his thesis. Then we went to Sunken Garden to hang out with Marj, Von, Hazel, and Charm. We also had food trip with them: grilled sweet corn, quail eggs/kwek-kwek, and dirty ice cream. :D They left at around 9:00 pm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://princesah.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SZiBwgoKCpMAADUmQkI1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.princesah.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SZiBwgoKCpMAADUmQkI1/CIMG6175.JPG?et=pzWXoBvJyzsu4nX40X7x4Q&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;Charm and Hazel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://princesah.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SZiIPAoKCpMAACDD6LM1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.princesah.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SZiIPAoKCpMAACDD6LM1/CIMG6182.JPG?et=yR%2BKg2e9f0WkwisxnduVtQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;Marj and Von&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://princesah.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SZiIrwoKCpMAACPH7Rg1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.princesah.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SZiIrwoKCpMAACPH7Rg1/CIMG6195.JPG?et=9GwaAOCENr8AhQ5HMeqOmA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;Dan and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;And because we both have our laptop with us, we've decided to leave it at his boarding house for the mean time and get it when we have to go home. Then, we went to Ate Amy's kiosk to eat pancit canton. Hehe. :D Afterwards, we've decided to go inside the fair since we really have tickets for the Loverage 3. By 11:00 pm, the line was still long and almost not moving because there's still a lot of people inside and they can't accommodate more of that. 12:00 am we were still outside, the fireworks display began. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://princesah.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SZiPTgoKCpMAABIdhtc1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.princesah.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SZiPTgoKCpMAABIdhtc1/CIMG6210.JPG?et=rVEVSjUuUfxwR8DYI%2B5hZw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-style: italic;"&gt;The fireworks was okay. Sorry, but I did expect more than that. It's not that bad to expect more, is it? Oh well, we have different points of view. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;After that, Bamboo was on the stage and we were still outside! :| Then some of the people outside, we call them JJs (jumping jologs), started to throw rocks inside the fair and in the fence. They really wanted to break in and no one was able to stop them. Okay, enough said, I don't want to rant about it here. We were able to get inside by 12:15 am. We strolled around the fair ground and saw some friends. I was not able to take more pictures when we were inside because my camera's battery got empty. At 1:00 am, the organizers' cancelled the concert because of the unstoppable intrusion by the JJs outside. By then, there's still a lot of people inside, but I've insisted to go out and go home. There's no more jeepneys inside the campus and it's hard to fetch a cab; my feet really hurt and I was so tired and sleepy. We stopped and took some rest from walking at the Eng'g Steps. 2:00 am, we decided to go back to his boarding house to get my stuff and then he took me home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When we reached my house, I gave him my valentine gift, the chocolates that I've made. :) Although he's not that totally surprised, because my sister is such a big mouth to tell him that I've made chocolates for him, he's still happy with what I gave him. :) BTW, my two sisters went to Pampanga already, without me. :( Which means I can spend my Valentine's day here. However, Dan has to go home already to Laguna with his brother, who attended the fair last night. Yeah, we still can't be together on our first Valentine's Day. :( But it's fine, we're able to be together from 12:00 am to 2:00 am of February 14th. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Got up from bed at around 11:00 am. Wasn't able to attend LISSA's rummage sale, sorry guys. I know, my "sorry" can't do anything and I don't think I have a valid reason for not attending, but I'm really sorry.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, what am I doing this Valentine's Day? I am watching House! Hehe. :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hey Dan! I love you so much! I want to tell you a lot of stuff here, but nevermind, I'll tell it to you personally when we meet again. :) I miss you a lot! xoxo&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1718857004618676855-507972344814213854?l=princesah18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/feeds/507972344814213854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-valentine-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1718857004618676855/posts/default/507972344814213854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1718857004618676855/posts/default/507972344814213854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-valentine-day.html' title='On Valentine&amp;#39;s Day'/><author><name>Jean Quiambao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6Cjd7JL7bvE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Fap80kerCfk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1718857004618676855.post-6174070317928626053</id><published>2009-02-13T01:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T01:54:50.262+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='up slis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='up lissa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lis'/><title type='text'>LIS Congress 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone is invited!&lt;br /&gt;Be part of the first ever Library and Information Science Congress in the Philippines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://uplissa.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/legal1.jpg" width="75%" height="75%" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign up now for seat reservations at &lt;a href="http://uplissa.org/#/2009/02/12/lis-congress-2009"&gt;http://uplissa.org/#/2009/02/12/lis-congress-2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you there! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1718857004618676855-6174070317928626053?l=princesah18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/feeds/6174070317928626053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/2009/02/lis-congress-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1718857004618676855/posts/default/6174070317928626053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1718857004618676855/posts/default/6174070317928626053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/2009/02/lis-congress-2009.html' title='LIS Congress 2009'/><author><name>Jean Quiambao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6Cjd7JL7bvE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Fap80kerCfk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1718857004618676855.post-8100317699251990276</id><published>2009-02-13T01:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T02:15:27.582+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.princesah.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SZRZwwoKCpMAAFYZORU1/friday13.jpg?et=Xon1Uvryb7HWxWZ3SWCiCg&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Here I am, welcoming the luckiest day of the year. Thinking of wonderful memories it might give me. Hoping for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I wonder why I have to go downstairs and enjoy five-minute CR break twice. As far as I can remember, I've eaten nothing that will cause me this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay, I'm just being sarcastic, again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I just said it's Friday the 13th today? Oh my!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *sarcasm is my nature*&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, I don't want to google it's origin for now. Maybe later, or tomorrow, or never. Kidding. Yeah, maybe later, after I finish what I'm suppose to do right now rather than blogging, writing on my journal, plurking, playing Pet Society at Facebook, watching House, playing The Sims 2, playing Farm Frenzy 2 and sleeping. Okay, I was joking. Actually, no, because it's not funny. I'm just blogging, exclude the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really superstitious, but please, I can't afford to have a bad day today. Though I have a marathon of classes from 1-7pm, I have to, want to, and will enjoy the Loverage 3 with Dan later. I won't be here tomorrow, which means we will not be able to spend our first Valentine's day together. :( So please, I want to be happy! :D And yeah, this LBM is enough to be unlucky. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1718857004618676855-8100317699251990276?l=princesah18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/feeds/8100317699251990276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-13th_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1718857004618676855/posts/default/8100317699251990276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1718857004618676855/posts/default/8100317699251990276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-13th_13.html' title='Friday the 13th'/><author><name>Jean Quiambao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6Cjd7JL7bvE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Fap80kerCfk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1718857004618676855.post-2661177727813576024</id><published>2009-01-10T18:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T16:55:43.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another lovely day :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Today, even if I have headache, colds and dysmenorrhea :-&amp;amp;, I still accompanied Dan this afternoon to SM North, to buy a gift for his parents' 23rd anniversary on the 12th. When we got there, we had diet lunch at BreadTalk. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://princesah.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SWjCYAoKCpMAAGZsblo1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.princesah.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SWjCYAoKCpMAAGZsblo1/CIMG4664.JPG?et=UHZdVEJADy1X7nHdhX1JMA&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Beckham and Cheese, Tuna Sandwich, Spicy Tuna Sisig, Berry Bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://princesah.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SWjDdgoKCpMAAH-oUus1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.princesah.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SWjDdgoKCpMAAH-oUus1/CIMG4665.JPG?et=Ku73kch%2Ce4Eh9z8KtsATnQ&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://princesah.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SWjD6QoKCpMAABOQZRg1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.princesah.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SWjD6QoKCpMAABOQZRg1/CIMG4674.JPG?et=Sdq%2CBpsJGJVu7I7bOJwTUg&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Us at BreadTalk. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we're off to finding gift for his parents. We came up with different gift ideas. But unfortunately, those gifts are needed to be done in seven working days and that'll be too late for the anniv. Then we went to Netopia to edit a pic of his 'rents into a photo-text mosaic. But it didn't worked too. :( Just when we're about to give up on buying a gift, we've decided to try Unique Idea's stall for a clock with his parents picture as a background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, after the clock was made, I suggested that we should have it gift-wrapped. He said that he'll just buy a paper bag for that and of course, I disagreed. :P I insisted that I'll gift-wrap it myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Haha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pakialamera &lt;/span&gt;me. :P On our way to NBS, we saw an ad about UPTOWN 21, a new residencial/commercial building in QC, near UP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zeakwOF0QE/SWjHcm_93jI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ekrMDjKN9BQ/s1600-h/CIMG4680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zeakwOF0QE/SWjHcm_93jI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ekrMDjKN9BQ/s320/CIMG4680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289697056665755186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;I'm not sure if it's located at UP's property land; well, maybe not. :| BTW, here's the site: &lt;a href="http://www.uptown21.com.ph/pdb/"&gt;www.uptown21.com.ph&lt;/a&gt;. We bought supplies at NBS. While I was looking for gift wrappers and other s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;tuff, I saw him walking behind me, holding a huge card; a note on it says "You're the cutest thing I've ever laid eyes on!". Of course I was amused and touched by it. :''&gt; We're walking all around the store, him holding the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;card while following me; and I just can't help but smile and blush. Oh yes, he's the sweetest thing ever! And I'm so blessed that he's mine. :)  Then, we headed to KFC (The Block) to have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;merienda&lt;/span&gt; and also to wrap the gift. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://princesah.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SWjA5goKCpMAAEu70PY1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.princesah.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SWjA5goKCpMAAEu70PY1/CIMG4683.JPG?et=WMQ6zhuimfEvER6Y6h22sw&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I did the wrapping! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://princesah.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SWjAJAoKCpMAADNaHFk1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.princesah.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SWjAJAoKCpMAADNaHFk1/CIMG4686.JPG?et=WRYReMf8gBNeu6kbGMBPZg&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Us at KFC. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Afterwards, we went to the Department Store to buy earphones for his brother. Let me share a funny thing that happened to us in there, we went inside the store, took an escalator down another floor and realized that's we should not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;             Me:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Bakit tayo bumaba?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;             Dan:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Ewan ko."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;             Me:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Hindi naman dito yun diba?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;             Dan:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Oo nga."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;We couldn't help but just laugh at ourselves that time. Haha. We usually have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tameme &lt;/span&gt;moments whenever we're together. Funny thing but it gives us both that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kilig &lt;/span&gt;feeling. :''&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way home, we took same jeepney ride, but we're about to go down on different stops; him at Central and me at Don Antonio. We talked while on the ride. Then the jeep passed on Central and we had another &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tameme &lt;/span&gt;moment. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;             Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"O, Central na yun ahh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;Dan: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oo nga e."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Bakit di ka bumaba?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;Dan: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ewan ko nga rin e."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Looked like he doesn't want to leave me yet. Hehe. :''&gt; He went down at Tandang Sora and walked to UP instead. Aww, poor him, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;natatameme &lt;/span&gt;kasi e. Hehe. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, he's now at their home in Laguna, eating pizza with his parents while texting me. Hehe. :) I just love this day with him. Of course, I love each day that we spent together. :) And I'm looking forward for more days to come that we will spend with each other. :''&gt; I love him so much. I know I'm cheesy, who cares, I love it anyway! Haha! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;PS: Look at the moon tonight, it's big and bright. It's the brightest for this year according to PAGASA. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://princesah.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SWi@fgoKCpMAAH2s@vc1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.princesah.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SWi@fgoKCpMAAH2s@vc1/CIMG4705.JPG?et=4o1YiAV%2C0Oo3TI8rm%2BTsPw&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Taken at 7:30 PM, January 10, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1718857004618676855-2661177727813576024?l=princesah18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/feeds/2661177727813576024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-lovely-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1718857004618676855/posts/default/2661177727813576024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1718857004618676855/posts/default/2661177727813576024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-lovely-day.html' title='Another lovely day :)'/><author><name>Jean Quiambao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6Cjd7JL7bvE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Fap80kerCfk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zeakwOF0QE/SWjHcm_93jI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ekrMDjKN9BQ/s72-c/CIMG4680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1718857004618676855.post-7996379318093738880</id><published>2009-01-06T00:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T00:51:45.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Libreng Bigas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zeakwOF0QE/SWI3o5jrpYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8GYKMMjt_WE/s1600-h/fr3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zeakwOF0QE/SWI3o5jrpYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8GYKMMjt_WE/s320/fr3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287850088271160706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The rice you donate makes a huge difference to the person who receives it. According to the United Nations, about 25,000 people die each day from hunger or hunger-related causes, most of them children. Though 20 grains of rice may seem like a small amount, it is important to remember that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;while you are playing, so are thousands of other people at the same time. It is everyone together that makes the difference. Thanks to you, FreeRice has generated enough rice to feed more than two million people since it started in October 2007."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;--&lt;a href="http://www.freerice.com/faq.html"&gt;freerice.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got to know this site from Dan. When I saw it, I found it really cool. If you're bored and hooked up in the net, try this site. You're not just getting away from boredom, you're also learning and helping. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zeakwOF0QE/SWI3oNzowsI/AAAAAAAAADw/63LNRUV9O4g/s320/fr1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287850076526920386" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The site offers different subjects (Art, Chemistry, English, Geography, Language Learning, and Math) that suits your interest/forte.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think I'm going to add this up on my New Year's Resolution, I must donate at least 1000 grains of rice a day. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zeakwOF0QE/SWI3opNGdYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/35gnvhOQLd0/s320/fr2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287850083881481602" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;visit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freerice.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;www.freerice.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1718857004618676855-7996379318093738880?l=princesah18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/feeds/7996379318093738880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/2009/01/libreng-bigas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1718857004618676855/posts/default/7996379318093738880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1718857004618676855/posts/default/7996379318093738880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/2009/01/libreng-bigas.html' title='Libreng Bigas'/><author><name>Jean Quiambao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6Cjd7JL7bvE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Fap80kerCfk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zeakwOF0QE/SWI3o5jrpYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8GYKMMjt_WE/s72-c/fr3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1718857004618676855.post-1106668824411023483</id><published>2009-01-04T21:54:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T00:12:27.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zeakwOF0QE/SWDDxtTGmTI/AAAAAAAAACI/hYMqLeVr4cI/s1600-h/CIMG0929.JPG" style=""&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 100px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zeakwOF0QE/SWDDxtTGmTI/AAAAAAAAACI/hYMqLeVr4cI/s200/CIMG0929.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287441221273688370" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zeakwOF0QE/SWDDyBcoV_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Ja72QYIrUWI/s200/CIMG0724.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 100px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287441226682357746" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zeakwOF0QE/SWDDyU9P84I/AAAAAAAAACY/zaXdzvwILrY/s200/CIMG0744.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 100px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287441231919444866" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zeakwOF0QE/SWDEmZEgpvI/AAAAAAAAACw/boIzpZ9LrlA/s200/CIMG0795.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 100px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287442126376838898" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zeakwOF0QE/SWDDzL28ykI/AAAAAAAAACo/L_kwDZpXQzQ/s200/CIMG0793.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 100px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287441246656973378" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zeakwOF0QE/SWDDy3sxmDI/AAAAAAAAACg/hXluwNc57og/s200/CIMG0790.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 100px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287441241245587506" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We spend our Christmas in Pampanga every year and New Year here in QC. But this holiday vacation, we got to spend both only in Pampanga. It was our (me and my sibs) first time to celebrate our New Year there. I must admit, it's better there. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I almost thought that we won't spend our holiday there, kamusta naman kasi, 23 na noon, di pa kami nakakaalis. We left at around 4pm on the 24th, and yes of course, it's traffic. Before we left, I texted my dad that we won't be able to come for some reasons. It's obvious in his text messages that he's very sad. On our way there, we're still texting him, that we'll be spending our Christmas at my aunt's house, that they can't also come, that we promise to spend our next Christmas there, blah blah blah. We got there by 9pm, and my tita texted him that she's already there (alone) and she needs them to fetch her by boat. We hid in his store and surprised him! Hehe. Hmm, that's almost what he/they did to me on my 18th birthday. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am so happy that we spent our Christmas altogether (of course, we are all). :) It was fun as always. 2007's Christmas was different, not better, just different. Last year's was missing something that I can't figure out what and I'm sure, almost everyone in the world, or at least in the country, felt the same way too. But then again, happiness is an option and we opted for it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zeakwOF0QE/SWDG_Qk9yDI/AAAAAAAAADI/-JkFZ6beR94/s200/CIMG1784.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 100px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287444752617031730" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zeakwOF0QE/SWDHAB-BLII/AAAAAAAAADQ/ocseQx9mm_Q/s200/CIMG1785.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 100px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287444765875448962" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zeakwOF0QE/SWDIIWkA_9I/AAAAAAAAADo/_E2SBEyMOiM/s200/CIMG1823.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 100px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287446008354111442" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zeakwOF0QE/SWDIIIn78yI/AAAAAAAAADg/kdvXmvyn4Rk/s200/CIMG1806.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 100px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287446004612461346" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We were supposed to go back home on the 26th but they insisted that we should stay there to celebrate our New Year with them and our dad since mom's not yet home. i just can't do anything but to stay, of course, I also want to. Hehe. I texted my mom if we could spend our New Year in Pampanga and she allowed us. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This new year's eve is better than last year's. Last year, we're not with our mom nor with our dad. Sure we have lots of food for media noche and fireworks/firecrackers, but we're not that happy because we were not with those we love the most (our parents). Kahit may krisis, kapag kasama mo ang mga mahal mo sa buhay, magiging masaya pa rin kayo. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This holiday vacation brought me lots of realizations, fun times, and bonding moments with my dad, my sibs and my relatives. I'm glad we've stayed there for the whole vacation. I've missed a lot here in QC and surely, I'll be missing a lot there in Pampanga. Vacation's really over and I have to face my life here again. But I'm looking forward to Valentine's day because we'll be visiting there again to celebrate my Lola's birthday. Yay! I'm excited! :D&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/1718857004618676855-1106668824411023483?l=princesah18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/feeds/1106668824411023483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/2009/01/holiday-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1718857004618676855/posts/default/1106668824411023483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1718857004618676855/posts/default/1106668824411023483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/2009/01/holiday-vacation.html' title='Holiday Vacation'/><author><name>Jean Quiambao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6Cjd7JL7bvE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Fap80kerCfk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zeakwOF0QE/SWDDxtTGmTI/AAAAAAAAACI/hYMqLeVr4cI/s72-c/CIMG0929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1718857004618676855.post-4015940834271043574</id><published>2008-12-23T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:51:34.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ace. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At last! One of my wish was granted. I'm going to celebrate this year's Christmas with Ace. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not being in Pampanga early really pisses me off. The longer I stay here means the shorter I'll stay there. Sad. :( After lantern parade last week and a date with Dan last Thursday, I wasn't able to go out again. I got sick last Friday due to over fatigue (I guess). Darn. Saturday, I stayed home the whole day waiting for my mom's co-worker who got home last week from Saipan. But I've only waited for nothing, which means I still can't go out until he remembered that he should pay us a visit. Ugh. Monday, I called him and asked if he could come and thank God, he did. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He brought my mom's Christmas gifts to us. Yay! And guess what I have this Christmas. A new laptop! Woohoo! :D I'm so happy that I finally got one. Actually, I asked one on my 18th birthday but she said she can't afford to buy one yet. And because I'm a good and understanding daughter, I said it's just fine with me. Haha! :P But look, I've got one now! Yey! Thanks mom! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;BTW, meet Ace, my new lappie. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zeakwOF0QE/SVEHl0MsvbI/AAAAAAAAABw/IZsPy8q7pw8/s320/CIMG0373.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283012184130764210" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zeakwOF0QE/SVEIBEegftI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5cEMRF3_FGM/s320/CIMG0364.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283012652356894418" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zeakwOF0QE/SVEIBVkyfKI/AAAAAAAAACA/ptj9DQ0-5ak/s320/CIMG0476.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283012656946642082" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acer Extensa 5620-4025&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/1718857004618676855-4015940834271043574?l=princesah18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/feeds/4015940834271043574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/2008/12/ace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1718857004618676855/posts/default/4015940834271043574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1718857004618676855/posts/default/4015940834271043574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/2008/12/ace.html' title='Ace. :)'/><author><name>Jean Quiambao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6Cjd7JL7bvE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Fap80kerCfk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zeakwOF0QE/SVEHl0MsvbI/AAAAAAAAABw/IZsPy8q7pw8/s72-c/CIMG0373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1718857004618676855.post-2923289902673784754</id><published>2008-12-01T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:24:15.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kagandahan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Disclaimer: Ito ay batay sa obserbasyon, napag-aralan, pananaw at opinyon ng may akda. Hindi layunin ng sanaysay na ito ang mangutya ng tao at iparamdam sa kanila ang pagiging mababang uri. Layunin nito na buksan ang inyong isipan sa mga bagay sa paligid na marahil ay ating naiisantabi. Maaaring may mga kakulangan ang sanaysay na ito ngunit naniniwala ang may akda na sapat na ang nilalaman nito upang matalakay ang kalinawan ng paksa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kagandahan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ni &lt;a href="http://princesah.multiply.com/"&gt;princesah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ang hirap sa salitang "kagandahan" ay masyado syang &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;subjective&lt;/span&gt;. Depende 'yan sa gumagamit ng salitang 'yan at sa pananaw nya sa salitang 'yan. Noong kumuha ako ng Art Studies 1 (Art and Society) under Prof. Herrera, mag-ingat ka sa pagsasabi na maganda ang isang bagay lalo na kung di mo kayang i-defend ang sinabi mo. Dahil nga hindi sapat na sabihing maganda ang isang bagay. Kailangan mong ipaliwanag kung bakit sya naging maganda, ano ang mga katangian at elemento ang nagpapaganda sa kanya? Minsan, kung ayaw mong mag-isip, nakakaasar magpaliwanag, e sa feel mong maganda sya e, wala ka nang maisip na dahilan. Pero tama nga naman, kailangan mo munang kilatisin ang isang bagay bago sabihing maganda ito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gayunpaman, walang bagay sa mundo ang perpekto. Kumbaga, lahat ng bagay, gaano man kaganda sa iyong pananaw ay may natatago ring "kapangitan". Ngunit tandaan na ang salitang "pangit" ay tulad lamang ng salitang "maganda", parehas silang &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;subjective&lt;/span&gt;. At mapapansin mo lang ang imperpekto sa isang bagay kung susuriin mo itong mabuti. Halimbawa, ang isang damit ay mukhang maganda sa malayo, ngunit pag iyong nilapitan at tinignan ng mabuti, maaaring masyadong manipis ang tela nito o kaya nama'y may butas ito; kapag nakakita ka ng isang katangian na hindi mo gusto, ituturing mo ng pangit ang bagay na iyon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ngunit hindi ibig sabihin nito, hindi na maganda ang isang bagay. Lahat naman ng bagay ay may taglay na kagandahan. Minsan ayaw lang talaga nating pag-ukulan ng pansin ang kagandahang taglay nito. Madalas, mas pinupuna natin ang katangiang itinuturing nating "pangit". Minsan akala natin, kapag may hindi tayo gusto, pangit na; kapag pangit na, hindi na maganda. Nakakalimutan natin na walang perpekto sa mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Parang tao lang 'yan, may maganda at pangit sa paningin ng bawat isa. Madalas, nalilinlang tayo ng panlabas na kaanyuan. Kaya mayroon tayong tinatawag na kagandahang panlabas at kagandahang panloob. Minsan pa nga, binabalewala na natin ang kagandahang panloob; madalas, kagandahang panlabas lang ang ating kinikilatis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Isang bagay na natutunan ko sa Filipino 40 (Wika, Kultura at Lipunan) under Prof. Peregrino at Linggwistika 1 (Ikaw at Wika Mo) under Prof. Cruz, ay karamihan sa mga Pilipino, kung ano pa ang pangit, 'yun ang tinatandaan nila. Halimbawa, sa pangalan o bansag sa isang tao, nariyan si pipi, si bingi, si pilay, si kuba, si pangit, atbp. At kung papansinin, ang mga salitang ito ay maaaraing nakakasakit sa mga pinauukulang tao. May mga taong sobra kung makapanglait, akala nila perpekto sila; minsan, gusto lang talaga nila 'yung pakiramdam na mas mataas sila sa ibang tao. Ang hindi rin nila alam ay may mga taong pangit at mababa rin ang tingin sa kanila. Isa pang ugali ng mga tao ay ang makipag-pataasan ng ihi. May mga tao kasing masyadong mataas ang &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pride&lt;/span&gt; o ang pagtingin sa sarili; hindi nila kayang tumanggap ng kritisismo ng iba; pakiramdam nila, sila lang ang laging tama, sila lang ang may alam; hindi marunong tumanggap ng pagkakamali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At ang pinaka-paborito ko sa lahat ng natutunan ko sa Fil 40, karamihan sa ating mga Pilipino, masyadong mataas ang pagtingin natin sa mga Amerikano, sa Amerika, at sa wikang Ingles. Akala natin pag mahusay tayong mag-Ingles, napaka-galing o napaka-talino na natin. Kung ganun ang sistema sa mundo, ibig bang sabihin nito, magagaling at matatalino ang &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lahat&lt;/span&gt; ng Amerikano? Ikaw, kaya mo bang tanggapin sa sarili mo na mas magaling sila sa mga Pilipino? Matatanggap mo ba na mas matalino sila sa iyo? Pairalin mo minsan ang &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pride&lt;/span&gt; mo at masasabing hindi tama iyon; baka sakaling mahalin mo rin ang wika at lahi mo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Isa pa, pagdating sa panlabas na anyo, kung sa tingin mo maputi lang ang maaaring ituring na maganda, sasang-ayon ka ba na &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lahat&lt;/span&gt; ng Amerikana, Intsik, Koreana, Hapon, etc. ay maganda? Kung hindi ka maputi, iisipin mo bang pangit ka? Iisipin mo bang mas maganda ang mapuputi? Sa tingin mo ba pangit si Rihanna dahil maitim sya? Sa tingin mo ba maganda si Pokwang dahil maputi sya? Ibig bang sabihin nito ay pangit ang mga Aprikano at ang ating mga kababayang Igorot? Kung ano man 'yang naglalaro sa isipan mo, 'wag mo nang dayain pa; 'wag ka nang magmalinis. Mag-ingat ka lamang sa sasabihin mo kung ayaw mong mabansagang &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;racist&lt;/span&gt;. Gaano mo nga ba pinapahalagahan ang sarili mo? Gaano nga ba kataas ang tingin mo sa sarili mo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sabi nga ni Betty, "hoy! hoy! tandaan nyo, ganda ay kumukupas..."; bakit hindi kaya natin tignan ang kagandahang panloob ng isang tao? Minsan magugulat ka na lang, kung gaano sya kapangit (panlabas) sa paningin mo, ganun naman kadalisay ang kalooban nya. Pero sadyang may mga taong ayaw magpalamang kaya ayaw na nilang kilalanin ang isang tao. Minsan, mas gusto talaga ng iba 'yung may naaasar at napagkakatuwaan. Minsan, pakiramdam lang talaga ng iba na mas mataas at mas maganda sila sa ibang tao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;May mga taong hindi naniniwala na maganda sila. May mga taong malakas ang tiwala sa sarili na maganda sila. May mga taong pakiramdam nila, sila lang ang maganda sa mundo. Kung bakit ganito, maraming dahilan. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Self-confidence&lt;/span&gt;: may mga taong mababa ang kompiyansa sa sarili at mayroon namang nag-uumapaw sa kompiyansa sa sarili. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Society and Culture&lt;/span&gt;: may mga lipunang masyadong imposing; minsan may mga &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;implied standards of beauty&lt;/span&gt; rin. Minsan, mahilig ang mga tao na ikumpara ang sariling kultura sa kultura ng iba. Gayundin, mahilig tayong magkumpara ng lahi natin sa ibang lahi. Madalas, ikinukumpara natin ang ating sarili sa ibang tao. Wala namang masama sa pagkukumpara, ang nagiging problema lang ay minsan, 'pag nagkumpara tayo, hahanapin natin 'yung mas magaling at mas palpak, 'yung mas matalino at mas "bobo", 'yung mas malakas at mas mahina, 'yung mas maganda at mas pangit; lahat na ng "mas"; lahat na ng &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;subjective&lt;/span&gt;. Minsan, kahit hindi tayo aware tayo na rin ang nagpapababa ng pagtingin natin sa ating sarili. Minsan, kahit aware tayo, gumagawa tayo ng mga bagay na makakapagpababa ng &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;self-confidence&lt;/span&gt; ng ibang tao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Minsan hindi natin nakikita ang imperpekto sa isang bagay dahil ayaw natin itong lapitan. Minsan huli na bago natin makita ang depekto nito. Minsan hindi natin makita ang kagandahan ng isang tao dahil ayaw natin siyang kilalanin. Aminin man natin o hindi, minsan, ayaw nating makita ang kagandahan nya dahil ayaw nating maging kapantay siya; minsan takot tayo sa katotohanan dahil masasaktan nito ang ating pride. At tulad ng mga bagay sa mundo, hindi rin tayo perpekto dahil tayo ay &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;TAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ikaw, pakiramdam mo ba maganda ka? Paano mo nasabi? Napatunayan mo na ba ito?&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/1718857004618676855-2923289902673784754?l=princesah18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/feeds/2923289902673784754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/2008/12/kagandahan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1718857004618676855/posts/default/2923289902673784754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1718857004618676855/posts/default/2923289902673784754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/2008/12/kagandahan.html' title='Kagandahan.'/><author><name>Jean Quiambao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6Cjd7JL7bvE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Fap80kerCfk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1718857004618676855.post-9068424937575705102</id><published>2008-12-01T20:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:31:40.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a smiley in the sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="   ;font-family:century gothic;font-size:10px;color:black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Kagabi, nag-eemo nanaman ako dahil mag-de-December na. Like, ang bilis lumipas ng araw, Pasko nanaman. Di ko pa nga ma-feel ang Christmas season e. Emokid talaga. Pfft. Hindi ako natulog kagabi, oh well, hindi lang talaga ako makatulog. Pagsabayin mo na ang insomnia at pag-ka-cram sa sigsheet. O diba, kinakarir ko kasi. Hehe :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Past 4am na ako natulog at syempre tanghali na nagising. Haaaay December na nga. Tapos nagtext sakin ang friend/orgmate/classmate ko na si Karen, "Guys, share ko lang. Maganda mag-observe mamaya. Didikit ang cresent moon kina Jupiter at Venus. Tignan natin mamaya." Yan naman ang maganda pag may friend kang member ng AstroSoc! Hehe. Hi Karen! Salamat sa info! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Ayun, at inabangan ko talaga. Hehe. 6pm, dahil nasa kwarto ako't gumagawa nanaman ng sigsheet at nag-p-plurk, dumungaw lang ako sa bintana upang silipin ang langit, ngunit, waaah, wala, hindi ko sya makita! Ang sad. :( Tapos ka-chat ko pa si mommy at sabi nya ang ganda nga raw, kitang-kita nya sa kanila. Tama yan mommy, mang-inggit ka. Hehe. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;At dahil naiinggit naman talaga ako at gusto ko talagang makita yun, lumabas ako ng bahay, tumingala, walang makita, umikot-ikot, wala pa rin makita, pumunta sa katapat-bahay, tumingala, ayun, nakita ko na yung dalawang planet, pero nasan ang moon? Tumingala pa lalo, wala pa rin, tumingkayad, ayun, nakita ko na! Yey! Ang cute! Ang ganda! Nakangiti! Napangiti rin ako. :) At tinitigan ko muna ng ilang saglit pa bago sya bumaba/mag-iba ng pwesto. Haaay. Ang ganda talaga, nakakatuwa. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;It's not for the sake of seeing it. It's for the happiness it brings upon seeing it. God is so great for making these wonderful things. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zeakwOF0QE/STPXnf5tprI/AAAAAAAAABo/OHV9nEjoCNI/s1600-h/moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zeakwOF0QE/STPXnf5tprI/AAAAAAAAABo/OHV9nEjoCNI/s320/moon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274796662159419058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Photo courtesy of &lt;a href="http://tonzkee08.multiply.com/photos/album/88/The_sky_is_smiling."&gt;Cate&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1718857004618676855-9068424937575705102?l=princesah18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/feeds/9068424937575705102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/2008/12/smiley-in-sky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1718857004618676855/posts/default/9068424937575705102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1718857004618676855/posts/default/9068424937575705102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/2008/12/smiley-in-sky.html' title='a smiley in the sky'/><author><name>Jean Quiambao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6Cjd7JL7bvE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Fap80kerCfk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zeakwOF0QE/STPXnf5tprI/AAAAAAAAABo/OHV9nEjoCNI/s72-c/moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1718857004618676855.post-8314015689927826945</id><published>2008-11-30T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:12:11.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>people are people</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Bakit may mga taong insensitive?&lt;div&gt;Bakit may mga taong unfair?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bakit may mga taong alam na naman nilang makakasakit sila and yet ginagawa pa rin nila yung bagay na makakasakit sa isang tao?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bakit may mga taong ipinipilit pang ibalik ang isang bagay na wala na at di na pwedeng ibalik pa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bakit may mga taong di matanggap ang katotohanan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bakit may mga taong hindi na lang maging masaya para sa iba?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bakit may mga taong mag-so-sorry pero di naman magbabago?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bakit may mga taong plastik?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bakit may mga taong walang pakialam kung nakakasakit na sila?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bakit may mga taong immature?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bakit may mga taong ipinipilit yung gusto nila kahit may nasasagasaan/nasasaktan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bakit nga ba?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oo nga pala, kasi TAO sila.&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/1718857004618676855-8314015689927826945?l=princesah18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/feeds/8314015689927826945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/2008/11/people-are-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1718857004618676855/posts/default/8314015689927826945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1718857004618676855/posts/default/8314015689927826945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/2008/11/people-are-people.html' title='people are people'/><author><name>Jean Quiambao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6Cjd7JL7bvE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Fap80kerCfk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1718857004618676855.post-2030830338093582735</id><published>2008-11-24T19:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:09:06.000+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Just another malas Monday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ewan pero lately, sunud-sunod ata ang kamalasan ko...tulad ngayon. Hindi pa ako nakakapag-start ng OJT ko for this sem dahil sobrang hectic ng sched ko last week. At dahil I have a super free day today, nag-decide ako na pumunta na sa SEAMEO INNOTECH--ang target kong pag-OJT-han. Ayun, at dahil hindi ako nagising ng maaga, dahil hindi ako makatulog kagabi, after lunch na lang ako pumunta run. Unfortunately, wala akong napala. Ouch. Na-fill-out na raw kasi yung slots for OJT. Sad. Nag-text naman ako kay Sir Jelo before ako pumunta dun, asking if pwede pa ako dun, kaso di sya nagreply, busy raw kasi sya. After hearing those tear-jerking lines from him, nag-moment muna ako sa restroom. Haha! Syempre, JOKE lang yun! :P Next year/sem naman daw, priority na nila ako run. Yey! Hehe. Ayun nga, totoong nag-palipas muna ako ng oras sa restroom (yes, dun pa talaga e noh? haha), nag-isip muna ako kung saan ako mag-aapply for OJT. Sayang naman kasi yung pinunta ko run kung aalis agad ako, wala pa ngang five minutes ang experience ko sa SEAMEO INNOTECH e. Hehe. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lesson Learned:&lt;/span&gt; Mag-pass agad ng Recommendation Letter at CV para di maunahan ng iba! At tumawag na sa office kapag hindi nagrereply ang lahat ng taong tinext mo. Pag tinatamad, wag nang tumuloy. Haha! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ayun, naisip kong dumiretso na ng UP dahil magkatapat naman yun para sana mag-request ng bagong RL. Pero buti na lang naisipan kong magtanong kay Thel, wala nga pala ang mga faculty ng SLIS ngayon dahil nasa LIS Wizard sila. Malas. Ayun, paglabas ko ng building, huwaw pare, ang solid ng ulan! Parang ayaw magpauwi e. Pero dahil ako si batang "gusto-ko-nang-umuwi," sinugod ko ang malakas na ulan gamit ang aking beloved pink umbrella-ella-ella-e. Pero ang yabang ko, sira naman siya. Ugh. Well, di naman masyado, nagamit ko pa naman. Hehe. Kailangan ko na talaga syang ipaayos. Ayokong bumili ng bagong payong, ang mahal kaya nung payong ko na yun! O yes, I'm so kuripot. Haha! At grabe, basang-basa ako, as in define wet look! O_o;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lesson Learned:&lt;/span&gt; Sumama na rin sa LIS Wizard. Wag masyadong excited umuwi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Naisipang pumasok sa Ever Gotesco. Naglakad-lakad. Nagpatuyo sa aircon ng "mall". Kumain sa McDo ng Cheeseburger Deluxe Meal, Go Big Time, at isang Hot Caramel Sundae. Ewan ko ba kung ano nanaman ang pumasok sa utak ko at kumain ako kahit di naman ako nagugutom. Sayang tuloy ang pera ko. &lt;insert&gt; Na-realize ko na lang na nag-da-diet pala ako nung kumakain na ako. Pak! Pero syempre, bawal magsayang ng pagkain ngayon dahil mahal na ang gasolina. Inubos ko at sobrang busog ako. Pero nanghihinayang pa rin ako. Haha! :P&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lesson Learned:&lt;/span&gt; Iwasan ang emotional eating kahit stressed ka pa. Magdikit ng note sa wallet: "you and your wallet are on diet!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At ngayon, nandito na ako sa bahay. Actually, kanina pa. :P At awa ng Diyos, wala pa namang kamalasan ang nangyayari sakin ngayon dito. Hehe. Sana wala nang dumating! *crossed fingers*&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/1718857004618676855-2030830338093582735?l=princesah18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/feeds/2030830338093582735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-another-malas-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1718857004618676855/posts/default/2030830338093582735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1718857004618676855/posts/default/2030830338093582735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-another-malas-monday.html' title='Just another malas Monday.'/><author><name>Jean Quiambao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6Cjd7JL7bvE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Fap80kerCfk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1718857004618676855.post-651492084018066490</id><published>2008-11-22T17:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T17:45:06.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry, i wasn't able to give you a happy birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ang dami kong naging plano para sa araw na ito. Pero walang natuloy kahit isa. Oo, pwede ko naman ituloy yun sa ibang araw, pero di mo na birthday yun. Wala na ring sense. May usapan tayong breakfast ngayon pero di ako nagising ng maaga. Wala akong load kaya di makatawag o makapag-text man lang. Kapag minamalas nga naman. Alas-10 ng umaga ang alis mo kaya wala na talagang pag-asang makita ka man lang sa araw na ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kagabi, nagbabalak na huwag nang matulog para tapusin ang isang bagay at para makaalis din ng maaga. Pero di ka pumayag, pinilit mo akong matulog. Kung sabagay, pagod na rin ako kagabi, bagsak na rin naman ang katawan at utak ko, sumunod ako sa utos mo. Pero nasobrahan naman sa tulog, di ako nagising ng maaga. Sana hindi na lang talaga ako natulog kagabi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kung pwede nga lang talaga akong umalis ngayon; kung may pera lang talaga; siguro pinuntuhan na kita sa Laguna. Pero wala talaga e. Sinira ko na ang araw mo. Napaka walang kwenta kong tao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pagkasing kaninang umaga, matapos kang kausapin sa cellphone, natulog na lang ulit ako. Idinaan na lang sa tulog ang pagka-frustrate na makasama ka. Pag tulog ako, di ko maaalalang dapat kasama mo ako ngayong araw na ito. Sa panaginip, kasama kita. Di na rin kumain ng agahan at tanghalian; wala rin naman akong gana. Nagugutom na pero parang bale wala ang nararamdaman; wala na ring balak kumain ng hapunan. Di lumalabas ng kwarto; isang beses lang, upang maligo. Nangangarap na kasama ka ngayon. Naghahangad na napapasaya ka ngayon. Lutang ang isip, hinahanap-hanap ka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gayunpaman, sana ay naging at maging masaya ka sa araw na ito kasama ang pamilya mo at ang mga batang napapasaya mo tuwing kaarawan mo. Sana sa susunod na taon tayo pa, para pwede ko pang ituloy ang mga naudlot kong plano. Happy birthday mahal ko.&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/1718857004618676855-651492084018066490?l=princesah18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/feeds/651492084018066490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/2008/11/sorry-i-wasnt-able-to-give-you-happy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1718857004618676855/posts/default/651492084018066490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1718857004618676855/posts/default/651492084018066490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/2008/11/sorry-i-wasnt-able-to-give-you-happy.html' title='sorry, i wasn&apos;t able to give you a happy birthday'/><author><name>Jean Quiambao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6Cjd7JL7bvE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Fap80kerCfk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1718857004618676855.post-7308627363905969317</id><published>2008-11-20T01:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T01:51:47.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>type.edit.re-type.delete.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:24px;"&gt;Sometimes, it's hard to put up in words what you really feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;For the simple fact that they will &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; be enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1718857004618676855-7308627363905969317?l=princesah18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/feeds/7308627363905969317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/2008/11/typeeditdelete.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1718857004618676855/posts/default/7308627363905969317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1718857004618676855/posts/default/7308627363905969317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/2008/11/typeeditdelete.html' title='type.edit.re-type.delete.'/><author><name>Jean Quiambao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6Cjd7JL7bvE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Fap80kerCfk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1718857004618676855.post-1090174840502824623</id><published>2008-11-14T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:16:51.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>but still...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;          Normally, I don't care if someone doesn't like me. I know I can't please everybody and I just can't do anything with that. I just don't get the point why on earth do some people hate me when I'm doing nothing on them. Oh yeah, hating can be a reflex, you may not know why you hate someone, you just feel it. I hate some people too of reasons I can't figure out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         As I've said earlier, I don't care if you don't like me. But if you are hurting other people just because you don't want me, I think that's just not fair. Not that I don't want to be the reason for your disagreements; but there's no need for those stuff because in the first place, you don't have to worry on anything. I am NOT doing and/or imposing anything on anyone. You should NOT worry about me. It will get you NOWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Well, I can tolerate those things at first. Sensibly, I think I shouldn't be involved on that matter. I suppose you are mature enough to think things over and realize that there's really nothing to be troubled of. I think it just sprang up from a misunderstanding and/or miscommunication and was aggravated with ego and doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         I don't want to ruin a relationship that was developed long before. In all honesty, I don't want anything but the best for both of you. And if my presence would still trouble you, I'll be the one to give you a leeway. Yes, I've been hurt but I understand you more than you think I do. May you see the good part in me. Someday you will, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1718857004618676855-1090174840502824623?l=princesah18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/feeds/1090174840502824623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/2008/11/but-still.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1718857004618676855/posts/default/1090174840502824623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1718857004618676855/posts/default/1090174840502824623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/2008/11/but-still.html' title='but still...'/><author><name>Jean Quiambao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6Cjd7JL7bvE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Fap80kerCfk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1718857004618676855.post-7517837386813165059</id><published>2008-11-09T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T19:42:05.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the PIRATE who captured a PRINCESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.mp3asset.com/swf/widgets/emolove.swf" menu="false" flashvars="d=18&amp;amp;m=7&amp;amp;y=2008&amp;amp;mycolor=DB0044&amp;amp;mycolor2=F8F7FF" quality="best" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#ffffff" wmode="transparent" name="MyFlashFetish.com" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="350" align="middle" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.4NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMjYyMjg1NzI5NjgmcHQ9MTIyNjIyOTY4NDQ2OCZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PSZvPWY5MDc*NWQ4OWI5NDQ4NGE5NDNhMzY4ZjBiZjE*ZGM*.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i'm still in love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://jiayun.org/imgs/animated/045.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zeakwOF0QE/SRbK9RhIt2I/AAAAAAAAABg/OTtx50hiI90/s1600-h/Y4ITday4-Misc-012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zeakwOF0QE/SRbK9RhIt2I/AAAAAAAAABg/OTtx50hiI90/s320/Y4ITday4-Misc-012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266619968279590754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE YOU DAN ANTHONY DORADO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks for everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll stay to spend the rest of my life with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://jiayun.org/imgs/animated/018.gif" border="0" /&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/1718857004618676855-7517837386813165059?l=princesah18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/feeds/7517837386813165059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/2008/11/pirate-who-captured-princess.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1718857004618676855/posts/default/7517837386813165059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1718857004618676855/posts/default/7517837386813165059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/2008/11/pirate-who-captured-princess.html' title='the PIRATE who captured a PRINCESS'/><author><name>Jean Quiambao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6Cjd7JL7bvE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Fap80kerCfk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zeakwOF0QE/SRbK9RhIt2I/AAAAAAAAABg/OTtx50hiI90/s72-c/Y4ITday4-Misc-012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1718857004618676855.post-7727937055687344658</id><published>2008-11-06T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T10:11:51.543+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Recycle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When you've given something wonderful, something special, something unique, something romantic; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never ever &lt;/span&gt;think that it's the first time he did something like that. Because you're going to be disappointed that IT IS NOT. He might have done that before for quite a number of times. Maybe he's just recycling an old trick that magically worked for others in his past. And maybe you're not that very special to be put on a pedestal and to be treated in a totally different way the way he treats others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't assume. NEVER. If you really want to know if that's his first time to do that, ask him. Well, only if you have some guts to ask. And be ready for what you are about to be heard. You might be disappointed. If not, then you're lucky. Once again, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't expect&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't you ever dare &lt;/span&gt;assume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you are different. &lt;/span&gt;You must not be treated just like anybody else. You must be seen in a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;totally different light. &lt;/span&gt;You must be appreciated like no other. That's just because you are &lt;u&gt;unique&lt;/u&gt; and you are &lt;u&gt;wonderful&lt;/u&gt;. Now, CUT THAT OFF. Stop expecting that you'll be treated and seen differently. You're just like the other flowers in the garden, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;different, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but still a flower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect. Never assume. In this case, you won't get hurt. It's just safest thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1718857004618676855-7727937055687344658?l=princesah18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/feeds/7727937055687344658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/2008/11/recycle.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1718857004618676855/posts/default/7727937055687344658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1718857004618676855/posts/default/7727937055687344658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/2008/11/recycle.html' title='Recycle.'/><author><name>Jean Quiambao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6Cjd7JL7bvE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Fap80kerCfk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1718857004618676855.post-6217251883464535069</id><published>2008-11-05T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T23:06:21.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>04-Nov-08</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="century gothic"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gusto ko lang mag-kwento. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early, like, 4:30am, from a bad dream. *Sigh* So malamang di talaga maganda ang start ng araw ko. :( Ayun, dahil di na rin naman ako makatulog ulit, nag-OL na lang ako, tapos tumunganga hanggang 10am. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero birthday ng mommy ko ngayon kaya hindi dapat ako malungkot. At may usapan rin kami ni Dan na pupunta sya dito today. So ayun, 10am, naligo at kumain na ako ng lunch. After that nanood kami ng Wowowee. Hehe. Lola ko kasi talaga ang laging nanonood nun, pero aliw naman talaga siya minsan kaya nanood na rin ako. :D Grabe, super laugh trip. LOL. Natuwa naman ako at kahit papaano ay nawala na ang lumbay ko. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumating si Dan dito ng 2pm. Ayun, kwentuhan, parang di kami magkasama kahapon. Haha! :P Kaso naasar ako sa isang bagay. Tapos biglang di kami na nag-usap, di na nagpansinan, di nagtitinginan. Pero syempre, di naman namin kayang tiisin ang isa't isa at ayaw rin naman naming matapos ang araw na may "tampuhan" kami; ayun, nag-usap na rin kami. :) May mga bagay lang talaga na kahit naiintidihan mo, di mo pa rin maiwasan ang maasar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 6pm, OL na si mommy. Ayun, nag-chat kami, tapos pinakita namin sa kanya, thru webcam, yung cake nya. :) At kami na rin ang nag-blow ng candle for her. Hehe. :P Tapos ayun, sinumbong na naman nila ako kay mommy. Haaay, that's life and I'm so used to it. Kaasar lang minsan kasi yung mga bagay na ayaw nila ibigay sakin ay yung mga bagay na nakapagpapasaya sakin. Ayun, parang "ano ba, hindi ba ako pwedeng maging masaya kahit minsan lang? Hindi ko ba pwedeng i-enjoy ang buhay ko? Minsan lang naman e. Nililimitahan ko naman lahat e." *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At syempre umuwi si Dan, 10pm; oo, late na. Dan, sorry, ginabi ka na naman. Ang daldal ko kasi e noh? Haha! :P Salamat. Salamat sa lahat! Makita lang kita, gumagaan na ang loob ko. And I'm so happy again today because of you! :) *Mushy*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1718857004618676855-6217251883464535069?l=princesah18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/feeds/6217251883464535069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/2008/11/gusto-ko-lang-mag-kwento.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1718857004618676855/posts/default/6217251883464535069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1718857004618676855/posts/default/6217251883464535069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/2008/11/gusto-ko-lang-mag-kwento.html' title='04-Nov-08'/><author><name>Jean Quiambao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6Cjd7JL7bvE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Fap80kerCfk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1718857004618676855.post-2547570239436314174</id><published>2008-11-04T08:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T08:40:07.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinto.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nasaan na nga ba ako?&lt;br /&gt;Nasaan na ang mga pangarap ko?&lt;br /&gt;Nasaan na ang aking palasyo?&lt;br /&gt;Nasaan na kayo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malayo.&lt;br /&gt;Ang layo.&lt;br /&gt;Malayo na talaga.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko na matanaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dapat na nga ba akong bumalik?&lt;br /&gt;Dapat na bang hanapin ang pinagmulan?&lt;br /&gt;O dapat lang na ako'y magpatuloy?&lt;br /&gt;Dapat bang magpatuloy sa mahamog na landas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saan?&lt;br /&gt;Paano?&lt;br /&gt;Kailan?&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lumulutang na naman ang aking isipan at hinahayaan ko lang ito. Hindi ko alam kung kailan siya babalik. Di ko mawari kung saan siya patutungo. Marahil mamaya lang. Siguro doon lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaay. Ano nga ba ito? Bakit ganito? Bahala na. Magpapalutang-lutang na lang pansamantala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pagpasensyahan na. Magulo lamang ang utak ng batang sumulat nito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1718857004618676855-2547570239436314174?l=princesah18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/feeds/2547570239436314174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/2008/11/pinto.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1718857004618676855/posts/default/2547570239436314174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1718857004618676855/posts/default/2547570239436314174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesah18.blogspot.com/2008/11/pinto.html' title='Pinto.'/><author><name>Jean Quiambao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6Cjd7JL7bvE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Fap80kerCfk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
