<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466543337862585877</id><updated>2009-12-31T01:05:58.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_perceptions of an entity_</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>shella.latte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07090067269419325249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466543337862585877.post-8182985329704129860</id><published>2009-11-23T11:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:56:05.055+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy days'/><title type='text'>PM Sent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just like the old times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I keep on coming back here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Busy in school so I wasn't able to update this blog.&lt;br /&gt;So many downturns in my life happened.&lt;br /&gt;But it makes me stronger.&lt;br /&gt;It enhances my critical thinking in deciding.&lt;br /&gt;I wont regret anything.&lt;br /&gt;Im happy with  my choice.&lt;br /&gt;Opps! No more emotional lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wee. I miss some of my co-bloggers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hope to have a chitchat with you soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lovelots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chai~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466543337862585877-8182985329704129860?l=nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/8182985329704129860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466543337862585877&amp;postID=8182985329704129860&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/8182985329704129860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/8182985329704129860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/2009/11/pm-sent.html' title='PM Sent'/><author><name>shella.latte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07090067269419325249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16638059829129180907'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466543337862585877.post-7120361831257382797</id><published>2009-10-07T00:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T00:39:23.035+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bloggers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogspot'/><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Twenteen'th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466543337862585877-7120361831257382797?l=nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/7120361831257382797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466543337862585877&amp;postID=7120361831257382797&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/7120361831257382797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/7120361831257382797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/2009/10/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>shella.latte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07090067269419325249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16638059829129180907'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466543337862585877.post-7131164522304189714</id><published>2009-10-04T02:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T03:35:26.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>depression strikes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Philippines&lt;/span&gt;: 3:15am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paris, France&lt;/span&gt;: 9:15pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;London, United Kingdom&lt;/span&gt;: 8:15pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Berne, Switzerland: &lt;/span&gt;9:15pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well I don’t &lt;s&gt; want to talk about the title,&lt;/s&gt; honestly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just want it to be there. So that will know what I’m experiencing right now. I’m so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;cast-down&lt;/span&gt; and sort of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;pissed-off&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with my partner. I wanted to focus on other things and dont mind it much yet people, situation, and personal commitments boggle my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nah.. so much for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even my art was affected and was influenced by this &lt;u&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;c&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;y e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Earlier while cleaning the dishes, accidentally one of the plates slipped off. So I put the plate in the plastic trash in front of our sink. But then as I continue on what I’m doing my hand swings back to the plastic trash and my hand got injured by the broken plate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lacerated my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and almost exactly on my hand nerve. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;My sister said that I’m like going to faint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because I cried like a child for the reason that I saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;too much &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blood&lt;/span&gt; rushing down my hand&lt;/span&gt;. Lucky, I was able to manage my emotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I hope I can also manage this depression.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My mother cleaned and put an alcohol and beta-dine then after a band-aid. For me one way of expressing my emotion is through photo editing and here's the result, entitled &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ifeless&lt;/span&gt;. You can rate it anyways. (scale from 1-10) Just for nothing. Opps! No! for improvements. ϋ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/SsehEwCu0hI/AAAAAAAAARk/hY5uyE3mTQA/s1600-h/lifeless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 345px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/SsehEwCu0hI/AAAAAAAAARk/hY5uyE3mTQA/s400/lifeless.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388452582159995410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Waah! So much for it. I don't want to cry anymore. Enough is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With regards to him I know sooner or later we can settle everything. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; think &lt;s&gt;not now&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;So random? Oh! I wish I could run and escape from this crazy world. ö&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;^&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Depression&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is a mental state characterized by a pessimistic sense of inadequacy and a despondent lack of activity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(credits to: http://ardictionary.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466543337862585877-7131164522304189714?l=nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/7131164522304189714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466543337862585877&amp;postID=7131164522304189714&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/7131164522304189714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/7131164522304189714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/2009/10/depression-strikes.html' title='depression strikes.'/><author><name>shella.latte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07090067269419325249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16638059829129180907'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/SsehEwCu0hI/AAAAAAAAARk/hY5uyE3mTQA/s72-c/lifeless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466543337862585877.post-6901276779356272802</id><published>2009-09-29T00:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T01:37:19.107+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life&apos;s realization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>childlike thoughts..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Location: Bedroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Time: 1:10am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Yey! Eight days before my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I remember when my boyfriend asked my plan for this coming event, I just answered “&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I have more than one month to think about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;” but that’s already in the 2nd week of September. He laughed at me and said “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It’s already September, not August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;” and burst I in giggling that &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;I almost forgot my own birthday.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Well, I think it’s because of my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;lazy-busy-sloppy-schedule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I wasn’t able to check the coming event in my life: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Start-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;of-My&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;NO-More&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-TEEN-Years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Yes! I’m turning 20 this October 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A bit sad for my numerical age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy for the past 19 years’ good life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And excited for more experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I can’t say that I could not ask for more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; There are so many things that I want to have and achieve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I love possessing new things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I want a new cellphone. (The one with a TV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I want a new laptop, or even a notebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I want a SLR Camera. (Canon please) etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Those are only few things that I’m craving to have, but now I can’t still have. First, is because I’m yet earning my own money and secondly, I don’t want to &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;add burden to my family&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/s&gt;just to give my luxury. . I need to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;contented on what I have now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So just for my coming birthday I’m planning to give myself a  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;REWARD&lt;/span&gt; for I passed one struggling year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Either the Vanilla Scent Victoria Secret Perfume for my Bath and Body Works and VS perfume is more likely to be empty next month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Or buy new corporate tees and blouse or even a dress for other coming events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Or even buy havs’ slippers to treat my feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Oh, Paulo Coelho book will also do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Small things that can make me smile. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; ϋ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;However, as number of our age grows our way of thinking also develops. One thing for sure that can really makes me smile on birthday is my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;close friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Just sitting and eating with them on the day of my birth will be the best gift for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strike&gt;No material things.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strike&gt;No money.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Just their presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;^countdown..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466543337862585877-6901276779356272802?l=nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/6901276779356272802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466543337862585877&amp;postID=6901276779356272802&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/6901276779356272802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/6901276779356272802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/2009/09/childlike-thoughts.html' title='childlike thoughts..'/><author><name>shella.latte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07090067269419325249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16638059829129180907'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466543337862585877.post-2962828450054860700</id><published>2009-09-28T03:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T23:36:50.943+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bestfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life&apos;s realization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogspot'/><title type='text'>transformation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Location: Bedroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Time: 3:46am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My bestfriend or should I say friend asked me to edit and fix his blog. After I finished it, I’m still not in the mood to do anything for school so I prefer to change my layout too. It’s been a long time since I edit it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I always have the black and sad color background for my blog, so now I transformed it into something more lightly. Yes, the opposite of black. I tried the color &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHITE&lt;/span&gt; which I don’t usually use for my backgrounds. I dunno why I picked this color from the palette but I think this is the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt; right time to try something new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I even alter my favorite picture for my template. Well trying something new for some time is cool and a bit interesting for&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it may reflect something in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Before I always use black for the fact that I always look at my life on its darkest side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I’m absolutely an optimistic person but I can’t help to think that my life really sucks and so pathetic. Maybe that’s the very reason why I end-up loving the color black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But now things change as well as my perceptions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There’s more to LIFE. ϋ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;For my old template: Bye bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/Sr--ebI0ztI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ez9GD42QdM8/s1600-h/old+template.psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/Sr--ebI0ztI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ez9GD42QdM8/s400/old+template.psd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386233109248528082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;^So what else can you suggest for my blog? ϋ&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/466543337862585877-2962828450054860700?l=nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/2962828450054860700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466543337862585877&amp;postID=2962828450054860700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/2962828450054860700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/2962828450054860700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/2009/09/transformation.html' title='transformation'/><author><name>shella.latte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07090067269419325249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16638059829129180907'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/Sr--ebI0ztI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ez9GD42QdM8/s72-c/old+template.psd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466543337862585877.post-4862758184562082503</id><published>2009-09-26T01:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T02:15:35.864+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life&apos;s realization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disappointment'/><title type='text'>Soldier in need, Soldier indeed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: Friday, 28 August, 2009, 10:48 AM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/Srz6Fl0V0jI/AAAAAAAAAQU/XQ4uKfigRUQ/s1600-h/military.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/Srz6Fl0V0jI/AAAAAAAAAQU/XQ4uKfigRUQ/s400/military.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385454228386206258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" A couple of days ago, an embarrasing scene was played on tv when a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flip general was carried on someone else shoulder so he wouldnt get wet when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he stepped on a banka boat . the american officer on the other hand waded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on the water and stepped on the banka without any help. See the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;symbolism on why the philippines have problems?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This was a forwarded message from my Uncle who was residing in Toronto Canada. The subject title is "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hindi Dapat Tularan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was really surprised and sadden as I saw this picture as well as the indicated message elaborating that the soldier that was being carried was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Filipino Citizen&lt;/span&gt; and the other was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;foreign one&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That Filipino soldier's action is a big shame for us. What do you think that foreign soldier thought as he saw that scenario? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What’s happening now a day? Supposedly, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;soldiers should serve us&lt;/span&gt;. Not us, serving them. They have the responsibility to serve and protect the state as well as its countrymen. So if ever there is a flood like that then the soldier should be the one carrying that civilian man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In addition, all soldiers carry out a wide range of duties. From serving their country, prepare for a combat, work in a close-knit team and to discipline other. But&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;they should learn to discipline their selves first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I don’t have the rights to judge this soldier. Like the creator of this Forwarded Message I’m just an observer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But let us use this one as a subject for realization of what really is the current status of our country's governance. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Good&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Bad&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For a while, allow things thy happen and with this let us just wait for the karma (either good or bad) to make its way out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Credits to: (See attached file: BrigGenMarcianoIlagan.jpg) who ever started this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466543337862585877-4862758184562082503?l=nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/4862758184562082503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466543337862585877&amp;postID=4862758184562082503&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/4862758184562082503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/4862758184562082503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/2009/09/soldier-in-need-soldier-indeed.html' title='Soldier in need, Soldier indeed?'/><author><name>shella.latte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07090067269419325249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16638059829129180907'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/Srz6Fl0V0jI/AAAAAAAAAQU/XQ4uKfigRUQ/s72-c/military.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466543337862585877.post-2082044046082292342</id><published>2009-09-14T00:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T00:41:25.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disappointment'/><title type='text'>three points..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you consider yourself as a dependent person? Or do you have a person that you think is too much dependent on you? Do you feel disturb when someone asked your companion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a person asks you for something like for an advice, then it means that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she trusts you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It doesn’t show that she doesn’t know how to solve her own problem but she is just asking for your opinion on how you see that problem on your own side. She trust you that you can keep her questions as a secret and she trusts that you can share advice good for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a person asks you for something like helping her in school stuffs, then it means that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;she believes in you&lt;/span&gt;. It doesn’t mean that she is being a parasite. She just asks your help, but not to do everything for her. As well all know being a parasite is a big no-no for us. It means that she believes in your knowledge and talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a person asks you for something like accompanying her in an event, then it means that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;she wants you to be a part of it &lt;/span&gt;too. It is not just for her to have a companion but she also wants to share and make an unforgettable moment with a person who have a space on her hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not just being dependent.&lt;br /&gt;It’s&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt; trusting in your wisdom&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;believing in your knowledge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and most of all&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;sharing her life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now it's up to you if you're going to shun your close friends or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^monday menace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466543337862585877-2082044046082292342?l=nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/2082044046082292342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466543337862585877&amp;postID=2082044046082292342&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/2082044046082292342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/2082044046082292342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/2009/09/three-points.html' title='three points..'/><author><name>shella.latte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07090067269419325249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16638059829129180907'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466543337862585877.post-5461087430955484007</id><published>2009-09-07T23:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T01:45:31.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>life's packages..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Twists and turns in my life are happening every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First is that we (of course especially me) have a problem in our &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;never-ending-Policy-Paper-editing”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. Our professor limited our use of words into 3,000 characters for the Chapter 1 to Chapter 4 of our Policy Paper. Good thing we have the four chapters already but the negative side is that we exceeded the limit. We used 8,779 characters, so that simply implies that we need to rephrase everything, from the Chapter 1 which is the Introduction to Chapter 4, Discussion of Findings to just tag on the 3,000 words limit. Gasp. That’s what you call &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;major editing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Next stop. Another twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My so-called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;best-friend-forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (BFF) is starting to avoid me. Well, he never did much the previous days but he will soon, I think and can vibes it somehow. Yes! He was just my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;“so-called BFF”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; because I just thought of that, I just assumed that he will be my BFF,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; yet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;the bricks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;start&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt; little by little... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;will totally be destroy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. Sad but that’s life.  As the saying goes, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;people come and go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;” we just have to go with the flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;There is a silver lining behind every cloud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, it really shows how optimistic I ‘am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No matter what is happening in my life right now, still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;there is only one person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; whom I always have on my side. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In twist and turns, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;through thick and thin, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and in every storm that tears down my dream, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I always have him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s almost 1 year and 2 months of making &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;happy, cherish-able moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;struggling love quarrels&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;busy schedules conflict &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;with him, but still here we are, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;living in our present and making plans for our future&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Happy 14th Month Jonathan Yap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/SqVGG6MxZ1I/AAAAAAAAAQM/zg-gHvDCysE/s1600-h/us.psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/SqVGG6MxZ1I/AAAAAAAAAQM/zg-gHvDCysE/s400/us.psd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378782414479910738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you for understanding my childish thinking, for the trust, for the looooong patience and of course for the infinite love and care for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you and I always will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit mushy. 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=)&lt;br /&gt;Pretty bored here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just making photo editing again.&lt;br /&gt;Me and my lappy.&lt;br /&gt;This photo was taken last August 22, when my thesis-mates slept in our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/SpTBEiQlg0I/AAAAAAAAAPk/LU997fwllYs/s1600-h/sttuffs_Page_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/SpTBEiQlg0I/AAAAAAAAAPk/LU997fwllYs/s400/sttuffs_Page_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374132539019854658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one.&lt;br /&gt;This are my chums. So childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/SpTyRpBE-aI/AAAAAAAAAPs/FlCTqYrp--c/s1600-h/sruffs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/SpTyRpBE-aI/AAAAAAAAAPs/FlCTqYrp--c/s400/sruffs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374186640241916322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I've said we are so busy in school stuffs and here are the notes on my wall that should be accomplish as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/SpT0JVJGU4I/AAAAAAAAAP0/_TEvTRL2Q24/s1600-h/PICT1037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/SpT0JVJGU4I/AAAAAAAAAP0/_TEvTRL2Q24/s400/PICT1037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374188696491152258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, somekinda picture blog. Hope you enjoyed looking at my stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^chatting with HIM.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466543337862585877-893883000286630912?l=nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/893883000286630912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466543337862585877&amp;postID=893883000286630912&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/893883000286630912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/893883000286630912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/2009/08/frustrated-photo-editor.html' title='frustrated-photo-editor'/><author><name>shella.latte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07090067269419325249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16638059829129180907'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/SpTBEiQlg0I/AAAAAAAAAPk/LU997fwllYs/s72-c/sttuffs_Page_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466543337862585877.post-1789230856995126078</id><published>2009-08-25T17:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T18:57:49.401+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unfinished business'/><title type='text'>so random..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey long time no post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's up people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I missed some many events in life that wasn't post and share with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So here am I, planning to be active again. Even though we are working on our Policy Paper (it's like forever working on it) I will pursue to continue updating my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's new about me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First, is that I'm attending a class. An English class to be specific.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aiepro.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; American Institution for English Proficiency &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;located in Makati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile/pic.php?uid=AAAAAQAQlI1KLT6aoDcTLMrfGSr61QAAAAobzA_B4MCLUIm6SQRzT0oL"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 84px;" src="http://www.facebook.com/profile/pic.php?uid=AAAAAQAQlI1KLT6aoDcTLMrfGSr61QAAAAobzA_B4MCLUIm6SQRzT0oL" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I already mentioned it before but I want to share it again to you (specially those who are in the Philippines)  because their specialist are really good (like Mia and Chris!)  and their office is open for everyone. I received a very warming welcome when I had my first day class. As well as the staffs and old students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We don't have dsl-connection! Too bad. The PLDT said that there's an international problem with regards to that but I wonder why my cousin on our next block can do internet surfing? Well their operators will be a shock-absorber for my brother's anger if they won't fix it as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank God I don't need to rent on a computer shop. Why? Simply because I'm the one who's in-charge of watching over my relatives computer shop here near our house so I can do the internet surfing the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss my chums online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-ate cathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-karen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-teacher makis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-kring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-cousin rem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-tepai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-rainne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-demi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and many many more. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think that's enough as of now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll post pictures soon. Many pictures! For a better update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^now playing: time of your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466543337862585877-1789230856995126078?l=nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/1789230856995126078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466543337862585877&amp;postID=1789230856995126078&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/1789230856995126078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/1789230856995126078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-random.html' title='so random..'/><author><name>shella.latte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07090067269419325249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16638059829129180907'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466543337862585877.post-7894560296214177795</id><published>2009-07-23T12:00:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T14:25:57.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photogallery'/><title type='text'>Nightmare-Twist-Plus-Creative Stuffs..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheese cake plus softdrinks.. yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm an early bird today.&lt;br /&gt;I had two nightmares. Whoah. I wished those dreams won't happen this soon. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;xXx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Getting preggy?-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xXx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Haha!&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;. Never been in that process of getting preggy. Honestly. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, change that absurd topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Newspaper Thingy? We planned print it out on Saturday and launch it on the first Monday of August. I hope things will work out according to the plan.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *cross-fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the copy of the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Front page of the Newpaper-slash-Magazine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;that I (proudly?) layout&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is from the publishers so some lines that are invisible in printing are still seen here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/SmfjWasSwwI/AAAAAAAAAPU/a5s27WU-J80/s1600-h/cefp.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 429px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/SmfjWasSwwI/AAAAAAAAAPU/a5s27WU-J80/s400/cefp.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361503855669592834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Picture, I made this the other night when I can't feel any sleepiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I learned how to change the color of my eyes&lt;/span&gt;. Photoshop! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somekinda color green? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Opps! I just changed the color of my eyes, and the side background, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cheeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are for real&lt;/span&gt;. Haha! No zits! No nothing. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry can't stop posting it. Haha! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;s&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;es &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;g&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/Smf54LxdcJI/AAAAAAAAAPc/NG48YtS009U/s1600-h/green+eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/Smf54LxdcJI/AAAAAAAAAPc/NG48YtS009U/s400/green+eyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361528625036095634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I'm gonna share you our &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Acquaintance Party pictures &lt;/span&gt;in The Prince of Jaipur and our after gimik in White Ave in Timog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So see yah later guys!&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and kisses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^i gotta a feeling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466543337862585877-7894560296214177795?l=nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/7894560296214177795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466543337862585877&amp;postID=7894560296214177795&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/7894560296214177795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/7894560296214177795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/2009/07/cheese-cake-plus-softdrinks.html' title='Nightmare-Twist-Plus-Creative Stuffs..'/><author><name>shella.latte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07090067269419325249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16638059829129180907'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/SmfjWasSwwI/AAAAAAAAAPU/a5s27WU-J80/s72-c/cefp.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466543337862585877.post-3606457686352174662</id><published>2009-07-21T23:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T00:37:51.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bestfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy days'/><title type='text'>grumble but will not tumble..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;listening to Hillsong's Music..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Never been here for a long time huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well I'm not totally busy but I have a class from 6 in the evening to 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's &lt;a href="http://aiepro.org/index.php"&gt;American Institute for English Proficiency&lt;/a&gt; and my bestfriend was the one who invited me there to enroll. It is in Makati so basically I'm tired of my daily trip (I live in Pasig). Yet, being part of that class is worthy. I gained new friends and learned so much with the lively conversations, modules and activities. It's really fun learning American accent. Surely I will learn more in the coming days. Karma for the AIEP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Usually I do my computer stuff in the evening but now I prefer to sleep early. I know some of my friends will react if they can read this of course, because they know that I'm a computer addict and somekinda insomiac. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lately I'm doing our &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Department's newspaper layout&lt;/span&gt;. Damn I think we can't finish and produce it. First is due to the lack of budget and the second thing is the lack of time and cooperation of the other members. Sometimes I become regretful of handling and saying yes to our editor-in-chief when he gave me that position because now (not to be haughty) I think I'm the only person who's concern and very problematic with regards to this. But I should not be lament that this things happened to me. I know in the end things will be settle down and we can finish this project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another dilemma? Our&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; Policy Paper-slash-Thesis&lt;/span&gt; since we are Political Economy student we are working on a policy. We already have the proposal but the interview part is not yet planned. If no one shows his or her interest in making the paper, or doing the first move, no one will follow and I'm tired kicking off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since I'm on my fourth year in college &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;professors now expect too much&lt;/span&gt;. They demanded too much, for example the reports and the quizzes. In our International Politics we always have a right-minus-wrong quiz which was really, truly difficult. Err. Some of us got a negative grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Opps! I think I messed up this post with so much raves and rants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well this is my blog so just go on the flow. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Patrick the Starfish said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.korrekt.com/sponge_bob/patrick_star_fish.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 126px;" src="http://www.korrekt.com/sponge_bob/patrick_star_fish.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;"Everything will be ok in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;If it is not ok, then it is not yet the end."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very inspiring quote from a not so intelligent but cute creature. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight Guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre   style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;^Jesus we’re living for Your Name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We’ll never be ashamed of You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whoa o oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our praise and all we are today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take take take it all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take take take it all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466543337862585877-3606457686352174662?l=nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/3606457686352174662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466543337862585877&amp;postID=3606457686352174662&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/3606457686352174662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/3606457686352174662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/2009/07/grumble-but-will-not-tumble.html' title='grumble but will not tumble..'/><author><name>shella.latte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07090067269419325249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16638059829129180907'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466543337862585877.post-4538117776733265085</id><published>2009-07-08T23:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T00:42:51.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily thought'/><title type='text'>flowers bloom..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/SlS-KsjkDVI/AAAAAAAAAPE/vtNF1aSw4QE/s1600-h/awoo%28443%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 324px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/SlS-KsjkDVI/AAAAAAAAAPE/vtNF1aSw4QE/s320/awoo%28443%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356114947818655058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Happy with him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;though we weren't able to have that perfect and smooth sailing relationship..&lt;br /&gt;the ups and downs of life makes us unite again and promised to make things better&lt;br /&gt; and try once more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;magic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iloveyou honey.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466543337862585877-4538117776733265085?l=nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/4538117776733265085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466543337862585877&amp;postID=4538117776733265085&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/4538117776733265085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/4538117776733265085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/2009/07/flowers-bloom.html' title='flowers bloom..'/><author><name>shella.latte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07090067269419325249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16638059829129180907'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/SlS-KsjkDVI/AAAAAAAAAPE/vtNF1aSw4QE/s72-c/awoo%28443%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466543337862585877.post-5757548424544766537</id><published>2009-06-13T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T00:39:27.909+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily thought'/><title type='text'>what's inside Shella?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Howdy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Browsing on my wall in FaceBook I got curios with my friend Janine’s post. It was quiz entitled “What’s Your Inner Self” immediately I started the quiz. And here’s the result.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/Si0mE2OQs2I/AAAAAAAAAN8/Sao7DEmAiyY/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 106px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/Si0mE2OQs2I/AAAAAAAAAN8/Sao7DEmAiyY/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344970197475308386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You a perfect balance of everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You've gone through a fair share of things to be able to put yourself in people’s shoes. You are caring and understanding. You are fun and warm to be around with. You tend to help people. You know what’s it is like to be at in all time low and you know how to deal with things lot. And you are good friends with all of your friends. You are kinda like the goldie locks of personalities. The things you do are practical, but sensitive to whom it would affect. You are at ease with yourself, and have spent a good deal of time finding yourself, and now that you have, you've finally bloomed into something beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahuh! I was shocked with the results because I think it’s true. Every time I did some quiz on the net I always got the same answers. And hey I’m a Libra. The connotation that we try to balance everything sprouts from nowhere in I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So for those interested go get this quiz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here’s the &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/whatisyourinners/?ref=mf"&gt;LINK.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;^credits to Face Book and their apps!&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/466543337862585877-5757548424544766537?l=nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/5757548424544766537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466543337862585877&amp;postID=5757548424544766537&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/5757548424544766537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/5757548424544766537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/2009/06/whats-inside-shella_13.html' title='what&apos;s inside Shella?'/><author><name>shella.latte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07090067269419325249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16638059829129180907'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/Si0mE2OQs2I/AAAAAAAAAN8/Sao7DEmAiyY/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466543337862585877.post-2414292744562413599</id><published>2009-06-11T22:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T00:00:28.195+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unfinished business'/><title type='text'>First Tagged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Totally tired but whoah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;I GOT A JOB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For the first time ever in my life, i got a gob. Words are not enough to show my excitement for the coming contract signing. I was hired in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Pacific Hub Corporation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; located at Robinson's Equitable Tower near Robinson's Mall in Ortigas. It's a call center and I applied as a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Customer's Service Representative (International).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Schedules, training period as well as the salary is not yet discussed, we'll see on Saturday. Yet I'm still excited and ecstatic. I hope it wont have any conflict with my school's schedule. Err.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But as of now I need to finish our policy paper for some revisions. So still work, work, work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;^light a lamp..&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/466543337862585877-2414292744562413599?l=nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/2414292744562413599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466543337862585877&amp;postID=2414292744562413599&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/2414292744562413599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/2414292744562413599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-tagged.html' title='First Tagged!'/><author><name>shella.latte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07090067269419325249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16638059829129180907'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466543337862585877.post-1990748526851555717</id><published>2009-06-08T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T22:12:59.618+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrated writer'/><title type='text'>Literature Article</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna share you my article to be publish in our department magazine. For the fact that I'm like Garfield that is too lazy to do anything I just edited my previous blog post and turned it into a more favorable and life-learning story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun reading and enjoy! Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MY-LIFELESS-SO-CALLED-COMPANION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A companion means a friend. Sometimes, that can mean a buddy. And other times, they can be an accompanying person—someone that you can trust. That person is one who you can share your secrets too, and to keep them. But then, not all our companions are trustworthy. Some become our foes, for they spilled our secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered when I first saw Dhan. He sat quietly at the corner of the room. I saw in his eyes the bright side of life. It’s his charm and his positive look that made me sit beside him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held his hand. It was so soft and warm. I quickly hugged and kissed him. I smelled his watermelon perfume that made me hug him so tightly. He didn't react. Then suddenly, my cousin entered the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said he was a gift when she turned 18. Oh, I forget to tell you, Dhan is a teddy bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fascinated and loved his cuddliness from the day that I saw him. And whenever I went to sleep over at my cousin’s house, I always looked for him and hugged him until I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essentially that's the reason why my cousin ended up giving him to me. She said that Dhan can make me feel warm and comfortable especially during my trips to Tagaytay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s how our friendship started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the present time it’s really hard to find a real friend. Even though I have my other 3 cousins to listen to my raves and rants in life, they all get busy at some point, and only Dhan is available. That’s why now, he's my number one companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I talk to him. (Sounds a bit psychotic but yes it’s true, except I don’t do it in front of other people.) Most of the time however, whenever I feel sad, depressed or stressed, I just hug him tight. In times of tears and laughter I have him on my side. Yes, he may not give me advices and such, but he can be considered as a loyal friend too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though he can't respond to what I'm saying to him at least, at some point he makes me feel better. They say pains are eased through sharing it to others and Dhan has shared a lot of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it’s enough that you have that someone who will listen to you no matter what your sentiments are—someone whom you can share your secrets to and have a hundred percent assurance that they won't spill it to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is always there for you not just because he said so, but because that was what he showed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can make you smile by just looking onto his face and someone whom you can hug anytime for a much better feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he can't move or whatnot. Atleast he didn't promise me anything. That's why though he can't hug me back, I’m still I'm so happy having a companion like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^comments please!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466543337862585877-1990748526851555717?l=nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/1990748526851555717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466543337862585877&amp;postID=1990748526851555717&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/1990748526851555717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/1990748526851555717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/2009/06/literature-article.html' title='Literature Article'/><author><name>shella.latte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07090067269419325249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16638059829129180907'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466543337862585877.post-8967889536500453745</id><published>2009-06-04T20:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T23:28:34.950+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily thought'/><title type='text'>and the blame goes to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Weather: Heavy Rain Pouring Outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Location: Bedroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What a remorse night I have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What will I do? Waah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have this friend-slash-former suitor-slash-material boyfriend who’s making crazy things by wearing himself through walking from school to their house which was really not a joke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The story goes like this. After me and boyfriend broke up he was the one who acted like my “knight in shining armor” that’s why in a short period of time I thought that I already overcome and moved on with my ex. I think the way I entertained and treated him made him think too that he will be my boyfriend-to-be which I also thought at first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But then I realized something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I realized that what I’m did is wrong. I should not let him enter my ward not until that ward is totally prepared to be use by others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I told him my decision and after that we never talked again. Even a casual nod and a smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And now my bestfriend told me that thing. That he’s walking rain or shine from school to their home. For those here in the Philippines, imagine he’s walking from Sta. Mesa Manila to Caloocan (near Navotas).  Damn. I was shocked after hearing that half gossip half true story from my bestfriend (because he’s not that sure). But still my mind’s engine goes up and starts running. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Was that my fault?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes! Pity on me. But yes I admit, absolutely that’s my fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I FEEL SO BAD, SO MEAN AND I POSSESS ALL THE GUILT RIGHT NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What will I do? I can’t even ask him for a coffee to make things up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need to be strong to face the trouble I made. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;^Feels so shitty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466543337862585877-8967889536500453745?l=nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/8967889536500453745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466543337862585877&amp;postID=8967889536500453745&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/8967889536500453745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/8967889536500453745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-blame-goes-to.html' title='and the blame goes to...'/><author><name>shella.latte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07090067269419325249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16638059829129180907'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466543337862585877.post-4954042135911395799</id><published>2009-06-03T13:03:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T14:00:31.326+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy days'/><title type='text'>Summer's Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howdy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everyone.&lt;br /&gt;The OJT thingy makes me busy. And in the past 2months so many things happened and i can't mention it all. So i think i better hopped those stories and just cherish them, whether good or bad, reminisce them whenever I wanted. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures!&lt;br /&gt;They can tell a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/SiYFtg4KMLI/AAAAAAAAAM8/cnAdmTbVWc8/s1600-h/PICT0585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/SiYFtg4KMLI/AAAAAAAAAM8/cnAdmTbVWc8/s320/PICT0585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342964287399407794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[These are our time card. My two close friends during our OJT and even in classroom: Jejomar and Gandhi.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/SiYKDcMO3ZI/AAAAAAAAANs/A6Cu5EWBsEA/s1600-h/PICT0614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/SiYKDcMO3ZI/AAAAAAAAANs/A6Cu5EWBsEA/s400/PICT0614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342969062145056146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[with the boss': starting on your left: Ma'am Joy, Ren, Gandhi, me, Jejomar, Reniel, the chief, Ma'am Rosie and Ma'am Karen]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/SiYJznq6q3I/AAAAAAAAANk/kzPlBhataCI/s1600-h/PICT0617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/SiYJznq6q3I/AAAAAAAAANk/kzPlBhataCI/s400/PICT0617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342968790348639090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[together with the other statisticians]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/SiYJi1jhd4I/AAAAAAAAANc/tZaBnHOLIHs/s1600-h/PICT0465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/SiYJi1jhd4I/AAAAAAAAANc/tZaBnHOLIHs/s400/PICT0465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342968502017947522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[with Sir Francis, my favorite? nah my close statistician..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see my other picture? Just visit my &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/viewphotos.php?a=919693569"&gt;friendster account.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. so gotta go..&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^closer and closer..&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466543337862585877-4954042135911395799?l=nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/4954042135911395799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466543337862585877&amp;postID=4954042135911395799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/4954042135911395799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/4954042135911395799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/2009/06/summers-over.html' title='Summer&apos;s Over'/><author><name>shella.latte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07090067269419325249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16638059829129180907'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/SiYFtg4KMLI/AAAAAAAAAM8/cnAdmTbVWc8/s72-c/PICT0585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466543337862585877.post-5008152016075380367</id><published>2009-04-27T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:43:53.777+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anything under the sun'/><title type='text'>BlogRoll Please..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chai is: Eating doughnuts.&lt;br /&gt;Location: Bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer’s over!&lt;br /&gt;Ohh! Rainy season-no-no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I will make this post a way of showing my gratitude to my co-bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;Somekinda advertisement too for them. Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tacit-mind.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My BestFriend aka Jerome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~He told me that he didn’t want others to read his post. So why put it in a blog? Ahaha! Invaders go, go, go! He’s a good writer, I assure you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://paurong.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Schoolmate aka Jonel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~He’s blog was fantastic. I dunno where he gets all those stuff, but I don’t care much as long as I enjoy his genuine literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tsokolateng--tunaw.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lunatic and Candymag Talker aka Istepanyak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~The hot babe! Aha! I enjoy reading here post. Somekinda girly, but a hundred percent a really lokaret gurl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://unscripted-memories.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lunatic Talker aka Sister Cath. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~Aha! I hope she won’t freak-out because of the word sister. Honestly I like her. The way she post about her life: so down to earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Co-blogger aka Kring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~I barely know her, but I can sense that being her friend is like a lifetime blessing. I can see and read on her blog how she treasure and keep her friends close with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five-down.&lt;br /&gt;Meet my new and old friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m thinking if  I will post another batch. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;So for now Policy Paper again. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;^i want a caramel kreme krunch!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466543337862585877-5008152016075380367?l=nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/5008152016075380367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466543337862585877&amp;postID=5008152016075380367&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/5008152016075380367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/5008152016075380367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/2009/04/blogroll-please.html' title='BlogRoll Please..'/><author><name>shella.latte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07090067269419325249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16638059829129180907'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466543337862585877.post-7025433297608622774</id><published>2009-04-26T12:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T13:07:07.115+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily thought'/><title type='text'>small dilemas in life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mood: Sluggish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now Playing: Poker Face (party? ;p)&lt;br /&gt;Location: Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;nahulog ako sa hagdan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;! Stupidity Strikes. That happened on my friend's apartment. It's because the way down her apartment was so dark and for the fact that my eyes are weak specially in dark, bruggsh! I got a ankle sprain. I missed one or two steps. Take note I'm in my high heels pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last Friday I stayed at home to rest. Two days with bandage and two days of struggle in walking. Now nothing to worry, I fell much better.  I'm doing good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side of my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm practicing my baking skill. Whoah! After some days of cooking different Filipino delicacies and breads. I can conclude that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;baking is not my forté.&lt;/span&gt; My sister-in-law told me that I'm good in cooking pasta and main dishes (they said that they loved my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baked tahong&lt;/span&gt;!). Yet, I'm won't give up. I badly want to learn. That's why I'm here at our kitchen. I'm planning to bake banana bread. Aha! Wish me luck guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^miiix together!&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/466543337862585877-7025433297608622774?l=nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/7025433297608622774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466543337862585877&amp;postID=7025433297608622774&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/7025433297608622774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/7025433297608622774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/2009/04/small-dilemas-in-life.html' title='small dilemas in life..'/><author><name>shella.latte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07090067269419325249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16638059829129180907'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466543337862585877.post-8357712546705240952</id><published>2009-04-21T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:07:05.395+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily thought'/><title type='text'>so bad..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tired.&lt;br /&gt;Badtrip.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to Cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it! I hate my brother this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though he was the one who bought this laptop I hate him for not taking good care of it. Just after 3days that i didn't use it now I was shocked to see a line on the LCD. A straight blue line that whatever program I open it appears right in front of it.  Waah! What happened to the LCD of this laptop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who can help/suggest me what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate him! &gt;,&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466543337862585877-8357712546705240952?l=nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/8357712546705240952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466543337862585877&amp;postID=8357712546705240952&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/8357712546705240952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/8357712546705240952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-bad.html' title='so bad..'/><author><name>shella.latte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07090067269419325249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16638059829129180907'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466543337862585877.post-5371246336322445559</id><published>2009-04-16T01:02:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T01:47:10.640+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily thought'/><title type='text'>to my special TWIN..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/SeYbU87tQ5I/AAAAAAAAAMU/WC8TeiWnOXE/s1600-h/oma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 430px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/SeYbU87tQ5I/AAAAAAAAAMU/WC8TeiWnOXE/s320/oma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324973656180081554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/SeYbF2ATl8I/AAAAAAAAAMM/U_FgqbCCEFQ/s1600-h/1_577734919l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/SeYbF2ATl8I/AAAAAAAAAMM/U_FgqbCCEFQ/s200/1_577734919l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324973396622284738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/SeYa7r3d_EI/AAAAAAAAAL8/9beIoPStEog/s1600-h/yea%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/SeYa7r3d_EI/AAAAAAAAAL8/9beIoPStEog/s200/yea%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324973222102170690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/SeYaYnYrdMI/AAAAAAAAALs/xKNouXIT0Vc/s1600-h/1_178332291l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/SeYaYnYrdMI/AAAAAAAAALs/xKNouXIT0Vc/s200/1_178332291l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324972619603866818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/SeYaLvVppyI/AAAAAAAAALk/8SqhtWQzpZw/s1600-h/1_941370459l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/SeYaLvVppyI/AAAAAAAAALk/8SqhtWQzpZw/s200/1_941370459l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324972398400349986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/SeYZ4IoMlTI/AAAAAAAAALU/xYxsUSpUXmE/s1600-h/1_656645026l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/SeYZ4IoMlTI/AAAAAAAAALU/xYxsUSpUXmE/s200/1_656645026l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324972061591639346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/SeYaoHpixbI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Emct5Fl1TcI/s1600-h/1_505712518l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/SeYaoHpixbI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Emct5Fl1TcI/s200/1_505712518l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324972885962573234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Vanity Always Strikes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;howdy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's my twin sister. Romalyn. Oma. Though not by blood but&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; by heart&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love her like a real sister because she treats me like one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's always at my side. A hundred percent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks to our Parliamentary Class and Youth Congress I meet her last October 2008. Honestly, I really don't know everything about her but when we're together it's just like we've meet long long time ago. Like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;long-lost-sister&lt;/span&gt;? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Both chinky eyes. Both pretty. Both STRONG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can say that I'm really blessed having her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's one of the brick on my wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To my twin:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I miss you and I hope to have a bonding moment with you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Thank you for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Iloveyou so much twin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;^mushy me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466543337862585877-5371246336322445559?l=nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/5371246336322445559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466543337862585877&amp;postID=5371246336322445559&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/5371246336322445559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/5371246336322445559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-special-twin.html' title='to my special TWIN..'/><author><name>shella.latte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07090067269419325249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16638059829129180907'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/SeYbU87tQ5I/AAAAAAAAAMU/WC8TeiWnOXE/s72-c/oma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466543337862585877.post-4988782722475480362</id><published>2009-04-14T23:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T00:25:43.782+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily thought'/><title type='text'>mahalaga ka alam mo ba?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pagod si Chai.&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang pagod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa buhay minsan kailangan mong magsakripisyo. Minsan kailangan mong magparaya. Minsan kailangan mong isipin na ikaw lang mag-isa sa mundo para hindi ka umasa sa iba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero dahil sa ginagawang mong yon may mga taong natutuwa at hindi natututo. Hindi natututo at kapalit ng mga bagay na nagpahirap sayo ay ang kaligayahan at kaginhawahan nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung tutuusin maganda sa pandinig. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ginawa mo ang bagay na yon para sa kanya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;O kaya naman ay..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ginawa mo ang bagay na yon para sa kanila&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang bayani ang dating. Nakakabango ng pangalan at nakakataas  ng pagkatao. Subalit sa likod ng mga papuri, natanung mo ba ang sarili mo kung naging masaya ka at para saan ginagawa mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa araw araw na ginawa ng Diyos ang mundo, nakatuon lang talaga ang atensyon ko sa pamilya ko. Sa buhay ko. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Limitadong paki-alaman ko ang buhay ng iba, depende na lang kung mahalaga din sya sa buhay ko.&lt;/span&gt; Wula naman sigurong masama sa pagpapakita na nag-aalala ka, ganoon pa man alam nya na wula kang hinihinging kapalit sa pinapakita at pinaparamdam mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yong tipong nagpapaalala dahil ayaw mo syang mapasama? Pwede rin ang ung tipong minumulat mo ang mata nya sa pwedeng mei hindi magandang mangyari kapag hindi nya ginawa yon at inuna ang ibang bagay. O kaya naman ay ang madalas na pagsasabi at pagpapaalala na gawin mo yan dahil para din naman yan sa ikabubuti mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero bakit minsan may mga tao yatang sadyang ang tingin sa ginagawa mo ay mali. Kahit sabihin mo ng paulit ulit ang dahilan. Parang isang puting papel. Tuldukan mo. Ano ang unang mapapansin? Ang dumi. And tuldok. Pero ang malinis na parte ay parang wula lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masarap sa pakiramdam na napapasaya mo ang taong mahal mo. Masarap din sa pakiramdam na natutulungan mo ang mahalagang tao sa buhay. Pero syempre ang pinakamasarap sa pakiramdam ay kapag nakikita at nararamdaman mo na pinapahalagahan ng taong iyon ang mga bagay na ginagawa mo para sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masakit isipin na minsan ang tingin nya ginagawa mo lang iyon para sa sarili mo. Para lang sa ikabubuti mo. Pero, madalas yata ay nangyayari na yon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas mabuti pa tuloy na manahimik ka na lang. Huwag ng maki-alam sa iba. Sino ka nga ba? Kahit paulit-ulit mong sabihin na "para din naman sa atin to" wala din. Parang nagsalita ka sa hangin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya bago pa sumama ang loob mo tigilan mo na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magtatanong sya : Sumagot ka&lt;br /&gt;Ngingiti sya : Ngumiti ka&lt;br /&gt;Makikipagusap : Makisama, makipagusap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero kung wula? Di wula.&lt;br /&gt;Magulo. Ang gulo ng mundo. Wag ng gawing kumplekado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^itutulog ko na lang to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466543337862585877-4988782722475480362?l=nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/4988782722475480362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466543337862585877&amp;postID=4988782722475480362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/4988782722475480362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/4988782722475480362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/2009/04/mahalaga-ka-alam-mo-ba.html' title='mahalaga ka alam mo ba?'/><author><name>shella.latte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07090067269419325249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16638059829129180907'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466543337862585877.post-3344616769282264203</id><published>2009-04-12T21:59:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T01:49:58.013+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>hypocrite yet the best..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/SeH9jLge5lI/AAAAAAAAAKM/NR74xie2y7Y/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/SeH9jLge5lI/AAAAAAAAAKM/NR74xie2y7Y/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323815015354918482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(how far would you go to keep the hope of love alive?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Nostalgic Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;a girl is crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;she screams for a piece of  mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;people came then stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly it rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say raining means blessing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;now tears are falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;nights are getting cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;frustration and depression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;it reaches it's peak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;chop her stubborn heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;useless since can’t decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;don't know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;she's a doomed  princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;if someone ask you just smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;it’s a perfect answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes I wish to run out of this insane situation. I can focus on other things. They aren't the one who makes my world revolves. But, yet, until now, it triggers my mind. Sorry, I think I made you confused. Err. Let me just share you the scenario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I broke-up with my guy then this old suitor of mine got into the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, now they craft my mind. The first guy is asking for a new beginning so that he can prove that he'd learned his lessons. The second man was my former suitor. Before, I told him that I not ready (somekinda like that for him to leave me) however as years passed (take note years) I've learned to like him and now we're too close with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't have then both so I'm trying to balance everything. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, whenever someone asked me about my situation with this guy or that. The safest answer is just to SMILE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Am I torn between two lovers? Err.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my poem is not that good, IM NOT A WRITER, Just a blogger? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466543337862585877-3344616769282264203?l=nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/3344616769282264203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466543337862585877&amp;postID=3344616769282264203&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/3344616769282264203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/3344616769282264203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/2009/04/hypocrite-yet-best.html' title='hypocrite yet the best..'/><author><name>shella.latte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07090067269419325249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16638059829129180907'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oVpT6_qxLqc/SeH9jLge5lI/AAAAAAAAAKM/NR74xie2y7Y/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466543337862585877.post-3377026174714192698</id><published>2009-04-09T02:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T02:43:53.163+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maundy thursday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='affection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='early bird'/><title type='text'>Early Maundy Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Time: 2:06AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got home!&lt;br /&gt;Early bird huh? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a play in our baranggay hall court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The traditional "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sinakulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;". A re-enactment of the life of our Lord, Jesus Christ. Young amateur actors and actresses but still they were able to produce a good play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some actors are friends.&lt;br /&gt;Others are may cousins.&lt;br /&gt;Few are my admirers? Lol. Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The props head committee was my cousin. And most of the technical and props committee are my close boy friends. (As usual, I'm one-of-the-boys.) So I went there to show my support and to entertain my self too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I mean this evening they will continue the half-part of the play together with what they told me the Last Supper and on Friday the "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Syete-Palabra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" which was honestly I really don't know. (Pity on me? ahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I badly needed to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say.&lt;br /&gt;Good Night Guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^time for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;nilaynilay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Trivia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;On this day (Maundy Thursday) four events are commemorated: the washing of the Disciples' Feet by Jesus Christ, the institution of the Mystery of the Holy Eucharist at the Last Supper, the agony of Christ in the Garden of Gethsemane, and the betrayal of Christ byJudas Iscariot.&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/466543337862585877-3377026174714192698?l=nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/3377026174714192698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466543337862585877&amp;postID=3377026174714192698&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/3377026174714192698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466543337862585877/posts/default/3377026174714192698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicdamsel.blogspot.com/2009/04/early-maundy-thursday.html' title='Early Maundy Thursday'/><author><name>shella.latte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07090067269419325249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16638059829129180907'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry></feed>