<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:45:05.368+08:00</updated><category term='Exaggeration'/><category term='Series Mania'/><category term='Extra Challenge'/><category term='Dreamland'/><category term='Toxicity'/><category term='LSS'/><category term='Favoritos'/><category term='LOL'/><category term='Insomnia Attack'/><category term='Updates'/><category term='Asian Madness'/><category term='Friends 4ever'/><category term='Photo ops'/><category term='Family'/><category term='College Blues'/><category term='God&apos;s Word'/><category term='Ultimate Kiligera'/><category term='Random Rants'/><category term='Vague exasperations'/><category term='Cyber chitchat'/><category term='Tag Game'/><category term='Life Lessons'/><category term='Daydreaming'/><category term='Fangirl-ing'/><category term='Project 831'/><category term='Quote'/><category term='Nostalgia'/><category term='Venting out'/><category term='Penguin'/><category term='Family Matters'/><category term='Weirdness'/><category term='First Times'/><category term='Addiction'/><category term='Success'/><category term='Movie Marathon'/><category term='Emo-ness'/><category term='Insanity Strikes'/><category term='Grabbed'/><category term='Events'/><category term='Happy-ness'/><category term='Embarrassment'/><category term='Health'/><category term='Up-to-the-minute'/><category term='Procrastination'/><category term='Daily Musings'/><title type='text'>It feels like... &lt;33</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>305</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-14099759700607748</id><published>2010-02-15T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T00:42:03.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting out'/><title type='text'>You were just a dream that I once knew...</title><content type='html'>I miss my blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the time when blogspot was my punching bag. This is where I always pour out my rantings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of things I want to write in here, but I can't. I just can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, I'm sad right now, real sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-14099759700607748?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/14099759700607748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-were-just-dream-that-i-once-knew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/14099759700607748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/14099759700607748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-were-just-dream-that-i-once-knew.html' title='You were just a dream that I once knew...'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-6328283388240205010</id><published>2010-01-11T02:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T02:31:57.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>Annyeong haseyo!&lt;br /&gt;It's been three months since I my last post. And I really missed blogging. This is the longest time ever that I didn't update my blog. I've been busy for the last three months, or at least the first month. I really miss this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ano bang nangyari sa buhay ko nitong nakaraang mga buwan. &lt;s&gt;This is a great way para ma-evalute ko din yung sarili.&lt;/s&gt; Tinatamad na ako mag-evaluate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-intensive review for the&lt;strong&gt; Nursing Licensure Examination. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pabalik-balik pa rin ako, Manila-Cavite kasi nga dahil sa review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This is the most nerve-wracking mind-blowing and stressful month in my life.&lt;br /&gt;-Continous pa rin yung intensive review ko.&lt;br /&gt;-and of course, the exam itself. &lt;strong&gt;November 29-30&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Para sakin yung ang pinakamahirap na part with the exam, well of course, mahirap talaga yung exam, as in. Pero ang mas nakapagpa-stress sakin... e tuwing iisipin ko yung exam. Lalo na yung mga last 3 days before the exam... sobrang stressing, sa utak. Though physically e hindi naman halata. Anyway, iba yung feeling after nung exam, parang cloud 9... parang nabunutan ako ng tinik. :D Pero nung nagtagal, naisip ko, hindi pa talaga dun nagtatapos ang lahat. Right now, I'm still waiting for the result to arrive... and it's coming soon. Grrrr. Kinakabahan na ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Start na ng BUM life ko. For the whole month 3-5 times lang yata ako lumabas ng bahay. (Siyempre, hindi naman kasama dun yung pagbili-bili ko sa labas ng mga pagkain). Ayun, super tambay talaga ako. Patabaing baboy. Kain-tulog-internet lang gawain ko. At nagbago na rin bigla ang body clock ko. Hindi na ako makatulog ng mas maaga ng 3AM. Grabe, aswang mode. Mas buhay pa ako pag gabi. Ang dami ko ng drama/series na napanood. At lalo pang nadagdagan yung mga addictions ko sa Kpop world. &lt;em&gt;*eeee, fangirl mode*&lt;/em&gt; So ayun, super bum talaga ako at official tigalinis ng bahay (kahit na once a week ko lang naman talaga ginagawa yun.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least nung last days ng 2009 medyo naging active naman ang buhay ko. Buti na lang at umuwi kami ng Batangas nun. Super enjoy talaga ang Christmas vacation. Na-miss ko yung mga pinsan ko. At na-miss ko din yung Batangas. Ang saya talaga pag kasama ang buong angkan. At dahil din dun, &lt;em&gt;*fangril mode ON* &lt;/em&gt;naging full-blown fan na ako ng Dong Bang Shin Ki (DBSK) na dati e, ayaw ko pang tanggapin. :P &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New year!&lt;br /&gt;Hindi pa rin nagbabago yung mga ginagawa ko. Kain-tulog-internet pa rin. Masyado na akong napamahal sa kama ko at sa laptop ko. Nakakulong na ako dito sa bahay. What a lazy ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least na update ko na ulit 'tong blog ko. Ang dami ko ng namimiss. I'll blog it next time. Gusto ko lang malagyan ulit ng bangong post itong blog ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. So random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Tumblr" href="http://mypenguinheart.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Visit me at&lt;strong&gt; tumblr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Mas active ako dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annyeong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-6328283388240205010?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/6328283388240205010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/6328283388240205010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/6328283388240205010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-8052566805364100477</id><published>2009-10-15T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:40:28.994+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Wazzup! Wazzup!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Okay, ano ba ang pinagkakaabalahan ko ngayon?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Still in review. &lt;em&gt;Oh Lord, please help me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/sweatdrop.gif" alt="" /&gt; Intensive review na namin, but still.. hindi pa rin &lt;em&gt;sobrang nagsi-sink-in&lt;/em&gt; sakin na sa &lt;strong&gt;November 29-30&lt;/strong&gt; na yung board exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Discipline.. where are you?!&lt;/strong&gt; Kailangang-kailangan kita ngayon. Kailangan ko ng disiplina sa pag-aaral at disiplina na huwag muna mag-aksaya ng oras sa mga bagay na hindi naman importante sa ngayon&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/boo.gif" alt="" /&gt; (example: panonood ng mga variety show at drama series)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Double T. Tumblr &amp;amp; Twitter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil nga review mode ako ngayon (really&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/what.gif" alt="" /&gt;) medyo nag li-lo ako sa pag-iinternet. &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/00da86b0.gif" alt="" /&gt; As in. dahil hindi ko naman talaga kaya ng walang interent. And thankfully I’m no &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; into &lt;a fancytooltip="Facebook" href="http://www.facebook.com/marjyeneth/"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a fancytooltip="Multiply" href="http://marjyeneth.multiply.com/"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a fancytooltip="Plurk" href="http://plurk.com/xyzmarj/invite"&gt;Plurk&lt;/a&gt; anymore.&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/c895cdab.gif" alt="" /&gt; Idagdag mo pa yung blogging, di na ako masyado nakakapag-post ng mga entries. Ang tanging pinagkakaabalahan ko sa net ay ang &lt;a fancytooltip="Tumblr" href="http://marjyeneth.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a fancytooltip="Twitter" href="http://twitter.com/marjyeneth"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, what’s with &lt;a fancytooltip="Tumblr" href="http://marjyeneth.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/awe.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to their “about” page:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Tumblr lets you effortlessly share anything. Post text, photos, quotes, links, music, and videos, from your browser, phone, desktop, email, or wherever you happen to be.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;Para sakin, this is the easiest way to blog.. Parang &lt;strong&gt;pinagsama-samang blogger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, plurk, twitter at multiply. &lt;/strong&gt;Pero mas madaling gamitin. Oh well, na-mention ko na &lt;a fancytooltip="Tumblr &amp;amp; Fangirl" href="http://yskee.zpepr.com/2009/08/tumblr-fangirl/"&gt;dito&lt;/a&gt; na ginawa ko ng fangirl site ko yun.. So karamihan sa mga post ko e about fangirling.&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/2hearts.gif" alt="" /&gt; Madami rin akong nakikilala na adik sa mga Asian Stars. &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/awe.gif" alt="" /&gt; At dahil ang daming mga &lt;em&gt;artistic, creative and bright minds&lt;/em&gt; na nagkalat sa Tumblr, marami talaga kong nakukuhang kung anu-ano.. It’s like: &lt;strong&gt;“Microblogging at its best!” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/24f0dac9.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Twitter?&lt;/strong&gt; Do I need to say more?!?!&lt;br /&gt;I used to be a loyal plurker, pero dahil sa nakaka-frustrate na karma points,&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/shocked.gif" alt="" /&gt; nawalan na ko ng gana mag-plurk. I’m just keeping it kasi kahit papano mahal ko pa rin ang plurk.. But now, &lt;strong&gt;I’m more active in Twitter&lt;/strong&gt;. Plus the fact na mas madali siya i-access via mobile web, mas nakakapag-update ako kahit papano.. at higit sa lahat, wala akong aalalahaning karma points.&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Just tweet!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/324b5bd3.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ukay-ukay afficionado!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Mama ang nagsimula nito, nung mga March pa.. Nag-eenjoy siya mag ukay-ukay ng mga palda, at dahil hindi ko naman hilig magpalda, hindi ko feel sumama pag mag-u-UK siya.. Tapos one time, sumama ako.. and the rest is history..&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/hkheart.gif" alt="" /&gt; Hahaha! The best mamili sa UK, mura lang talaga. &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/moneybag.gif" alt="" /&gt;Hindi naman second hand yung mga tinda nila, yun yung mga factory defects at saka surplus from the other countries.. And superrrrrr nag-eenjoy talaga ako&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/7b8e63ac.gif" alt="" /&gt;. &lt;em&gt;And because I started loving &lt;strong&gt;vintage stuff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, sobrang swak sakin ang UK. At ako kasi yung type ng girl na hindi bumibili ng mga mamahalin na damit, kasi madali ako magsawa, so nakakapanghinayang kung bibili ako ng medyo mahal. At saka, &lt;strong&gt;ayoko na mag-suot ng USO na damit… &lt;em&gt;’cause everyone’s wearing it..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ayoko ng maraming kapareho.. Well anyway.. ang latest kong addiction ngayon sa UK ay mga&lt;strong&gt; jackets and coats&lt;/strong&gt;. Kahit wala namang winter dito sa Pinas,&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/6f786f99.gif" alt="" /&gt; feel na feel ko pa rin mag-jacket kasi madali akong lamigin&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/happy.gif" alt="" /&gt;. At saka they are so fashionable.. it never get s old. The last time, bumili kami ng dalawang jacket. which is worth around 3K kung sa mall ko bibilhin, [I swear, I saw that (almost the) same style in Glorietta/Trinoma], I only got if for only&lt;strong&gt; P80.00, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/d460c933.gif" alt="" /&gt;yung dalawang jacket na yun ha! the best talaga.. I’m gonna post a picture of that jacket pag naayos na yung camera ko…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And speaking of camera, &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/depressed.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;namimiss ko na talaga yung camera ko&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/dlsr.gif" alt="" /&gt;. Three months na siyang sira at parang matagal pa bago ko maipagawa yun. Wala pa kasi akong pera.. (so matatagalan pa bago ako makapag-post ng pictures dito &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/cry.gif" alt="" /&gt;)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yan na muna.. This is overrated but I’ll try to post more, as much as possible.. Bye!&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/5db75149.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-8052566805364100477?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/8052566805364100477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/10/wazzup-wazzup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/8052566805364100477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/8052566805364100477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/10/wazzup-wazzup.html' title='Wazzup! Wazzup!'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/th_sweatdrop.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-3570380244538604354</id><published>2009-09-21T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:40:50.228+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fangirl-ing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>New's overload</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’ve got a lot of NEW’s today. I’ve been discovering and doing a lot of new things. The best thing about NEW’s.. it’s always exciting.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;NEW&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;found word&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;SMEXY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the countless words I’ve encountered on comments and forums. I just love it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smexy &lt;/strong&gt; [s-mex-y] &lt;em&gt;adj.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. smart and sexy&lt;br /&gt;2. used to describe someone, something that is super sexy&lt;br /&gt;3. sexy but at a greater magnitude&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;NEW&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Korean Female Artist I admire&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;Lee Hyo Ri&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the hundreds of Female Artists in Korea, though I like some, there are only two of them that I really admire: &lt;strong&gt;Jung Ryu Won&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Hwang Bo&lt;/strong&gt;. Now there’s three of them, and the latest addition was &lt;strong&gt;Lee Hyo Ri&lt;/strong&gt;. She’s famous in the Kpop industry but I never got interested on her ’cause I thought she was one of those &lt;em&gt;spoiled-stars-who-only-cares-about-shopping-and-their-image&lt;/em&gt;. But I was very wrong… very, very wrong.&lt;a href="http://i35.tinypic.com/qyiooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Lee Hyori" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/qyiooo.jpg" alt="" align="center" height="243" width="483" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching Family Outing, I found out that she was the exact opposite of my first impression of her. I love the way she carries herself, even on embarrassing moments. She doesn’t care if she falls over on the mud or trip on the stream while carrying a man on his back. I love that she’s straightforward, she’s funny, she’s witty, and she’s sexy.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely, &lt;strong&gt;not your ordinary diva… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;walang kyeme!&lt;/em&gt; I just love her.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw her, she reminds me of &lt;strong&gt;Alicia Keys&lt;/strong&gt;. Well, in some ways, she kinda looks like Alicia Keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i34.tinypic.com/2dma5bm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Lee Hyori and Alicia Keys" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/2dma5bm.jpg" alt="" align="center" height="138" width="363" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;NEW&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;dyed hair&lt;/em&gt;: My hair has a &lt;strong&gt;Celtic Copper&lt;/strong&gt; color. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I’m not in school anymore.. it means there are no restriction for dyed hair anymore. Yay! I love the color. Thanks to my hair stylist… my mother dear. She’s the one who paid for the hair coloring mix and she also the one who applied it. Big thanks to her! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i34.tinypic.com/ih1wlu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Celtic copper" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/ih1wlu.jpg" alt="" align="center" height="214" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture on each side are both overexposed so the color is also a bit “over”. But if I’m going to choose what hair color I want.. it’s still &lt;strong&gt;black but with blue highlights&lt;/strong&gt;. That’s what I wanted ever since… &lt;img src="http://yskee.zpepr.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;  Someday…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. NEW &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sweet tooth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;: Ice cream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t remember when I started to have a strong urge for ice cream. Well, since I was a kid, I really love everything that’s sweet and I can go gaga over a piece of chocolate. For the ice cream, it was just following the chocolate.. it was second place. But ever since I started discovering great places where I can eat and indulge my self in delicious and satisfying ice creams.. it tied with the chocolate. Blame Dairy Queen, Icebergs, Crepes &amp;amp; Cream, Chocolate Spoon and Selecta. Good thing I haven’t tried Häagen-Daz, it’ll probably add up to my splurging instincts.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;NEW&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;variety show addiction&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;Family Outing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! After watching “We Got Married” (well actually just the Kim Hyun Joong – Hwang Bo cuts) I found another variety show to enjoy to: &lt;strong&gt;Family Outing&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;In each episode, the “Family” travels to different parts of South Korea and takes care of the house of an elderly family while that family goes on a vacation. The “Family” then accomplishes the tasks left for them by the house’s owners. Every week at least one guest star comes to visit. He or she participates in the daily activities along with the permanent cast, the “Family” Members.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 328px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i36.tinypic.com/2vvurex.jpg" rel="lightbox"&gt;&lt;img title="Family Outing - Original &amp;quot;Family&amp;quot; Members" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/2vvurex.jpg" alt="" height="246" width="318" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="wp-caption-text"&gt;Family Outing - Original "Family" Members&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;The current “Family” members: Yoo Jae Suk, Lee Hyo Ri, Yoon Jong Shin, Kim Su Ro, Kang Dae Sung, Kim Jong Kook, Park Si Yeon and Park Hae Jin. Former “Family” members Park Ye Jin and Lee Chun Hee left the show after their one-year contract ended to pursue their solo careers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;It’s really entertaining. There was never an episode that I did not laugh. The “Family” members are hilarious. Their characters seems to compliment each other making it impossible to have a dull moment in each episode. Plus their guest stars are awesome (though I don’t know some of them). &lt;em&gt;This is where I’ve discovered Lee Hyori.&lt;/em&gt; I’m still not finished with all the episodes and might finish them on December after the&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; “most anticipated and nerve-wracking examination of my life”. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway,  I’m most excited about their episode for today, Sepetember 20, 2009, their guest star is &lt;strong&gt;Kim Hyun Joong&lt;/strong&gt;. I hope someone would sub it soon so I can watch it with less pressure from my “most anticipated and nerve-wracking examination of my life”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That’s it! Still hoping for new things to come! Have a nice day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-3570380244538604354?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/3570380244538604354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/09/news-overload.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/3570380244538604354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/3570380244538604354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/09/news-overload.html' title='New&apos;s overload'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.tinypic.com/qyiooo_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-5822788098474424224</id><published>2009-09-13T21:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:40:58.542+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate Kiligera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s Word'/><title type='text'>Change of heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;sup&gt;Now Playing: Sitting Down Here – Lene Martin&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Full&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A few weeks ago, when I attended the Sunday Service on &lt;abbr title="Victory Christian Fellowship"&gt;VCF&lt;/abbr&gt;, the main preaching for that day was about: &lt;strong&gt;“Genuine faith speaks life from a heart renewed by God.”&lt;/strong&gt; I’ve posted an entry about &lt;a title="Top 10 Tongue Abuse" href="http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/09/top-10-tongue-abuse.html"&gt;Top 10 Tongue Abuse&lt;/a&gt;. The whole preaching was great and the message was so powerful. And there’s this one tongue abuse that leaves a big lesson for me. &lt;strong&gt;UNBELIEF&lt;/strong&gt;. And it has something to do with my lovelife.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For some of you, alam niyo siguro yung stand ko about marriage and the likes. This is my line:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;h1 style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Hindi ako mag-aasawa!”&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;And for those who are close to me, nung una nilang narinig yan na sinabi ko.. ang reaction nilang lahat.. &lt;em&gt;“Hindi yan! Makakapag-asawa ka no!”&lt;/em&gt; And then I was really convicted with that statement. I was very sure about that. Habang tumatagal, may mga hindi na kumokontra dyan.. (But I know at the back of their minds, hindi pa rin sila naniniwala! Hahaha!)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Flashback! I acutally made that decision because… sa totoo lang hindi ko na maalala. So nag-back read ako sa mga post ko sa blogspot and I’ve landed to &lt;a title="Issues-slash-single" href="http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/01/issues-slash-single.html"&gt;this entry&lt;/a&gt;. Yan yung entry ko when I decided to be single forever (at least for the time being) Naalala ko na ulit kung bakit ayaw ko mag-asawa.. &lt;strong&gt;I enjoy being single.&lt;/strong&gt; Though may “sub-causes” siguro, yung mga dahilan na yun ang hindi ko na talaga maalala.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And then up to that day, before I heard the preaching, wala na talaga sa isip ko ang pag-asawa. Talagang desidido na ako maging single forever. Ni-rationalize ko pa kung bakit. Ito ang ilang sa mga dahilan ko:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I’ve got “super” high expectations in love and I don’t think there would be no one that can live up to that expectations.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I’ve got a lot of goals to be fulfilled and marriage is not my goal in life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;By the time na naabot ko na lahat ng mga pangarap ko, I’ll probably in my late 30’s, so marriage is not applicable anymore (at least for me).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I’m not really the mother-type.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;These are the just the main points.. marami pang ibang dahilan. Lagi nilang sinasabi na: “Kung gusto maraming paraan; kung ayaw, maraming dahilan!” Talagang ayaw ko lang talaga mag-asawa kaya ang dami kong dahilan.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That’s what I have in mind, until I heard the preaching. &lt;em&gt;That’s what I thought was good for me&lt;/em&gt;, until I heard about &lt;strong&gt;UNBELIEF&lt;/strong&gt;. Unbelief are the negative words that we speak. “Hindi ako mag-aasawa” is a form of unbelief. Just the mere thought: “Being single single forever” is a form of disbelief..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So what?! &lt;em&gt;“What about unbelief?!”&lt;/em&gt; you may ask. &lt;strong&gt;This negative words we speak are dishonoring God. &lt;/strong&gt;Yan yung talagang nag-sink in sakin ng matindi. I know that I may be dishonoring God in some other ways (and I’m working on it) but running away from, at least, one thing that dishonors God is already a great accomplishment. &lt;em&gt;One thing leads to another, &lt;/em&gt;as they say.&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Marami sigurong mali sa mga dahilan ko tungkol sa love and marriage but just the fact that I dishonor God through that, &lt;strong&gt;it was enough to change my view on love and marriage.&lt;/strong&gt; It was enough to stop me from thinking that I won’t get married. &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;It was enough for me to think that God has a bigger plan for me than I have for myself.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(sounds like A Walk To Remember, but its true!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And from that day forward, my life plan started to change as well as my view on love and marriage. But change doesn’t happen overnight, I’m still on the process but one thing’s for sure, the lines “Hindi ako mag-aasawa!” won’t be heard from me anymore.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve surrendered my lovelife and my heart to God&lt;/strong&gt; and I believe that He will take care of it until the right time He would reveal his plan for me.&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-5822788098474424224?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/5822788098474424224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/09/change-of-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/5822788098474424224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/5822788098474424224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/09/change-of-heart.html' title='Change of heart'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-2481634086185728129</id><published>2009-09-13T19:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:25:11.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s Word'/><title type='text'>Top 10 Tongue Abuse</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I just want to share something I got from &lt;abbr title="Victory Christian Fellowship"&gt;VCF&lt;/abbr&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Our tongue is small yet powerful. And yet we tend to abuse it.  Here's a list:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h1&gt;&lt;b&gt; Top 10 Tongue Abuse according to the Word.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;p&gt;10. &lt;b&gt;Boasting - &lt;/b&gt; glorifying oneself in speech; talk in a self-admiring way&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" mce_style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;May the Lord cut off all flattering lips and every boastful tongue&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 12:3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;9. &lt;b&gt;Reckless words - &lt;/b&gt;words spoken without thinking&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" mce_style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reckless word pierce like a sword, but the tongue of the wise brings healing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 12:18&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;8. &lt;b&gt;Cursing&lt;/b&gt; - use of profane word or phrase; a swearword; this includes the people you curse&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" mce_style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Their mouths are full of cursing and bitterness&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 3:14&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;7. &lt;b&gt;Obscenity&lt;/b&gt; - indecency, lewdness, or offensiveness in behavior, expression, or appearance&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" mce_style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nor should there be obscenity, foolish talk or coarse joking, which are out of place but rather thanksgiving.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 5:4&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;6. &lt;b&gt;Gossip - &lt;/b&gt;engaging in or spreading gossip&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" mce_style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A gossip betrays confidence; so avoid a man who talks too much.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 20:19&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;Slander&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; - &lt;/b&gt;a false and malicious statement or report about someone; defaming the character&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" mce_style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Brothers, do not slander one another. Anyone who speaks against his brother or judges him speaks against the law and judges it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;James 4:11&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;Unbelief&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; -&lt;/b&gt; lack of faith or belief; it's negative words that we speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" mce_style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So we see that they were not able to enter, because of their unbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Hebrews 3:19&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;Grumbling - &lt;/b&gt;complaining in a surly manner; muttering discontentedly&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" mce_style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And do not grumble, as some of them did - and were killed by the destroying angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I Corinthians 10:10&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Lying&lt;/b&gt; - presenting false information with the intention of deceiving&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" mce_style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You shall not give false testimony against your neighbor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Exodus 20:16&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;Using God's name in vain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" mce_style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You shall not misuse the name of the Lord your God, for the Lord will not hold anyone guiltless who misuses his name."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Exodus 20:7&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;In one way or another, we are guilty in one or more on these. Everytime we abuse our tongue, we dishonor God. We are all aware about these tongue abuses but the question is, what we do about it?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h1&gt;Tame our tongue!&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" mce_style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;Not many of you should presume to be teachers, my brothers, because you know that we who teach will be judged more strictly. &lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;We all stumble in many ways. If anyone is never at fault in what he says, he is a perfect man, able to keep his whole body in check.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" mce_style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;When we put bits into the mouths of horses to make them obey us, we can turn the whole animal. &lt;sup&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;Or take ships as an example. Although they are so large and are driven by strong winds, they are steered by a very small rudder wherever the pilot wants to go. &lt;sup&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;Likewise the tongue is a small part of the body, but it makes great boasts. Consider what a great forest is set on fire by a small spark. &lt;sup&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;The tongue also is a fire, a world of evil among the parts of the body. It corrupts the whole person, sets the whole course of his life on fire, and is itself set on fire by hell.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" mce_style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;sup&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;All kinds of animals, birds, reptiles and creatures of the sea are being tamed and have been tamed by man, &lt;sup&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;but no man can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James 3:1-8&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Our tongue is small yet powerful.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;There's power in your word.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You were shaped in what you say.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The tongue can set the direction of your life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sometimes we are not satisfied with our live we usually complain about it. We always thought that we cannot do anything about it but &lt;b&gt;God has given us the power to change our life&lt;/b&gt;. And that power is our tongue. You start changing the way you speak and before you know it you already changed the direction of your life. Along with these we should always &lt;b&gt;guard our heart &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"for out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks."&lt;/i&gt; (Matthew 12:34)&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" mce_style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Above all else, guard your heart, for it is the wellspring of life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 4:23&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;h1&gt;&lt;b&gt;We should guard our hearts and tame our tongue because genuine faith speaks life from a heart renewed by God.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-2481634086185728129?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/2481634086185728129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/09/top-10-tongue-abuse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/2481634086185728129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/2481634086185728129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/09/top-10-tongue-abuse.html' title='Top 10 Tongue Abuse'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-1021592495066349343</id><published>2009-09-02T18:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T18:10:37.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saranghae</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i30.tinypic.com/jj3fnp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.tinypic.com/jj3fnp.jpg" border="0" width="500px"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-1021592495066349343?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/1021592495066349343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/09/saranghae.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/1021592495066349343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/1021592495066349343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/09/saranghae.html' title='Saranghae'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i30.tinypic.com/jj3fnp_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-5797514751001259026</id><published>2009-08-15T16:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T22:28:09.696+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate Kiligera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fangirl-ing'/><title type='text'>Tumblr &amp; Fangirl</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Lately &lt;em&gt;(that was 3 days ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/whoosh2.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt; I’ve been addicted to&lt;a title="Tumblr" href="http://www.tumblr.com/"&gt; Tumblr.&lt;/a&gt; I made &lt;a title="marjyeneth.tumblr.com" href="http://marjyeneth.tumblr.com/"&gt;this account&lt;/a&gt; four months ago and I rarely update it. I just repost some of my post from &lt;a title="smooochies.blogspot.com" href="http://smooochies.blogspot.com/"&gt;blogspot&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="marjyeneth.multiply.com" href="http://marjyeneth.multiply.com/"&gt;multiply&lt;/a&gt; and some post from &lt;a title="yskee.zpepr.com" href="http://yskee.zpepr.com/#"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. And for some reasons, when my &lt;strong&gt;fangirl-syndrome&lt;/strong&gt; attacks, I don’t want to post my fangirl addictions on my blogs. &lt;em&gt;I don’t know why..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/question.gif" alt="" /&gt; So I decided to make my tumblr account as my &lt;strong&gt;Fangirl Site. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/f052005c.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yes, I admit! &lt;strong&gt;I’m really a fangirl&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/33042b8f.gif" alt="" /&gt; I get gaga &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/0f874cef.gif" alt="" /&gt; over artists/movies/music/dramas/shows from Asia, and that includes Korea, Taiwan, Japan and of course Philippines. And &lt;strong&gt;I get addicted to these..&lt;/strong&gt; but, for me, the good thing was it doesn’t last long. Maybe just few months of obsessing.. and after that I’m through.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So just to satisfy my cravings and addictions, my tumblr account will be bombarded with my current obsessions. &lt;strong&gt;What/Who is my current addiction&lt;/strong&gt;, you may ask?! Who else..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Ssangchu Couple!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" src="http://i32.tinypic.com/24wrhqs.jpg" title="Kim Hyun Joong and Hwang Bo" alt="Kim Hyun Joong and Hwang Bo Hye Jin" height="301" width="448" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kim Hyun Joong and Hwang Bo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;For some fangirls, you might say that I’m way toooooo late for this addiction but hey, &lt;em&gt;who says addiction has a timing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/quest.gif" alt="" /&gt; I found it late but it’s sooo addicting. &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/hearts00007.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JoongBo is love..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/heart015.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just take a look of my &lt;a title="Contacts" href="http://yskee.zpepr.com/contact/"&gt;accounts&lt;/a&gt;, almost all my layouts are the Ssangchu Couple..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(now that’s fangirling..&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/hkheart.gif" alt="" /&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyone has &lt;strong&gt;tumblr accounts&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(and fangirls) &lt;/em&gt;?!&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Follow me on Tumblr" href="http://marjyeneth.tumblr.com/"&gt;FOLLOW ME!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-5797514751001259026?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/5797514751001259026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/08/tumblr-fangirl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/5797514751001259026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/5797514751001259026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/08/tumblr-fangirl.html' title='Tumblr &amp; Fangirl'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/th_whoosh2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-2245407064998972189</id><published>2009-08-13T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T16:47:14.974+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends 4ever'/><title type='text'>Next time, Brue!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Last Tuesday morning.. &lt;strong&gt;Fly-back-to-Cebu na ang drama ni Hannah..&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/aww.gif" alt="" /&gt; si &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brue!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss na agad kita bruha! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/worried.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. bago siya umalis e nagkaroon kami ng &lt;strong&gt;Farewell Gig&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;“kuno”&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/dbf46ca6.gif" alt="" /&gt; One last gala bago siya bumalik ng bundok.. haha! &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/cutiepiepie.gif" alt="" /&gt; We wished na sana lahat kaming &lt;strong&gt;Hosea Girls&lt;/strong&gt; e magkita-kita, &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/crush.gif" alt="" /&gt; kaya lang due to working-girl status nila &lt;strong&gt;Jho&lt;/strong&gt; at&lt;strong&gt; Ivy&lt;/strong&gt;, hindi sila pwede&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/huuuhh.gif" alt="" /&gt;. Si &lt;strong&gt;Nenel&lt;/strong&gt; naman, may training sa RedCross at si &lt;strong&gt;Jevs&lt;/strong&gt;,  di naman nagpaparamdam. &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/aww.gif" alt="" /&gt; So ang pwede lang, &lt;strong&gt;ako&lt;/strong&gt;, si &lt;strong&gt;Jenny&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Genz&lt;/strong&gt; at syempre si &lt;strong&gt;Han&lt;/strong&gt;. At may isa pang kasama.. si&lt;strong&gt; Ian&lt;/strong&gt;.. &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/06c4e245.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;DESTINATION: Robinson’s Ermita!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;First Stop: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Movie World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check the schedule for the movie&lt;strong&gt; “Orphan”&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/scared.gif" alt="" /&gt; Medyo late na kami for the 2:15 PM showing &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/boo.gif" alt="" /&gt; kaya yung next na schedule na lang 4:30 PM &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/time.gif" alt="" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Wala pa dito si Genesis, baka after na lang daw namin manood ng movie siya makarating)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next: &lt;em&gt;Timezone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon ko lang sila ulit nakasama sa Arcade Center at sobrang enjoy pa rin! &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/7dc97283.gif" alt="" /&gt;At sa mga panahong ito, &lt;strong&gt;nagkaka-JoongBo syndrome kami.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/6e3d77d2-1.gif" alt="" /&gt; Bato-bato-pik at pustahan.. pero hindi rin natuloy yung pustahan namin, wala kaming mapagpustahan e.. &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/splash001.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Games:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Air Hockey, Basketball, House of the Dead &amp;amp; Videoke!&lt;br /&gt;And then tried the &lt;strong&gt;Gogh’s Workroom&lt;/strong&gt; (picture-thingie) at eto picture namin:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;a fancytooltip="With my Bhe-bhe and Brue" href="http://i31.tinypic.com/az9naa.jpg" rel="lightbox"&gt;&lt;img title="With my Bhe-bhe and Brue" src="http://i31.tinypic.com/az9naa.jpg" alt="With my Bhe-bhe and Brue" height="294" width="384" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="wp-caption-text"&gt;With my Bhe-bhe and Brue&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next: &lt;em&gt;Back to Movie World&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumili muna kami ni Brue sa supermarket ng Snacks tapos si Jhen at Ian, sila yung bumili ng ticket for the&lt;strong&gt; “Orphan” &lt;/strong&gt;And we watched the movie… &lt;em&gt;at ang ganda nung movie!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/24f0dac9.gif" alt="" /&gt;Ang ganda nung twist! Suspense talaga..&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/shocked.gif" alt="" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A must-see movie! &lt;/strong&gt;At sobrang nag-enjoy ako manood kasama sila..&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/kekeke.gif" alt="" /&gt; Sobrang tagal ko ng hindi nakakapanood ng sine na kasama sila, &lt;strong&gt;kaya sobrang saya talaga!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next: &lt;em&gt;KFC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumating na si Genesis and diretso na kami ng KFC para mag-dinner.&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/d4cb8e6d.gif" alt="" /&gt; Kwentuhan to the max and tawanan at kumustahan. &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/behhlatt.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last stop: &lt;em&gt;Crepes &amp;amp; Cream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang pinakahihintay namin na oras.. libre kasi ni Brue! &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/awe.gif" alt="" /&gt; At tuloy pa rin ang kwentuhan! &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/stressball.gif" alt="" /&gt;At siyempre, dahil nga babalik na ng Cebu/Dipolog si Brue, may simple letter kami sa kanya.. dun sa resibo nung Crepes &amp;amp; Cream.&lt;em&gt; Poor us!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/biggrin2.gif" alt="" /&gt; pero &lt;em&gt;“it’s the thought that counts”&lt;/em&gt; naman diba..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So uwian time na.. hindi pa rin nag-sink in sakin na kinabukasan na yung alis ni Brue.. &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/sad.gif" alt="" /&gt; Pero habang naglalakad na kami papuntang LRT, yun medyo nararamdaman ko na.. &lt;em&gt;errrr, ang drama!&lt;/em&gt; pero medyo nakakalungkot talaga.. Tapos nung bye-bye time na sa LRT, &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/7ce7a9c9.gif" alt="" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;hugs &amp;amp; kisses.. &lt;/strong&gt;Bye bye na talaga.. &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/5db75149.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Di naman kami naiyak.. maliban kay Brue.. akala ko di siya iiyak pero makailang hakbang pa lang paakyat niya ng LRT, nung paglingon niya.. aba &lt;strong&gt;umiiyak ang bruha &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/7329af4d.gif" alt="" /&gt;.. Pero I’m gonna miss her talaga.. Namimiss ko nga agad siya e.. &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/teary.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, Brue, wag ka mag-alala.. Babalik ka pa naman ulit dito.. Dito ka na mag-trabaho&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/33042b8f.gif" alt="" /&gt; At yung &lt;strong&gt;food trip at shopping spree&lt;/strong&gt; natin.. kailangan na matuloy ha&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/dbf46ca6.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Brue, I miss you na!! mwah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/heart0015.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-2245407064998972189?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/2245407064998972189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/08/next-time-brue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/2245407064998972189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/2245407064998972189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/08/next-time-brue.html' title='Next time, Brue!'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/th_aww.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-8568461656683495085</id><published>2009-08-12T21:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:38:38.274+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asian Madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate Kiligera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fangirl-ing'/><title type='text'>Ssangchu love..</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://23.media.tumblr.com/Kr8hs1QJTr1mz0u98p4xKmwHo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ssangchu Methodology: lessons learned from Joongbo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Always play scissors, paper, stone to make a decision.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always be competitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have cucumbers ready for instant aegyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dragonflies are a no no in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You will have a good pedicure if you sleep while doing it… so please… add on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Use “Ssory” if you feel really sorry …and “Sorry” if u are insincere..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life is comfortable if there is someone there at home preparing food for you after a tiring day at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always direct your affections to your loved one via an animal.. (e.g. a horse, a pet dog..etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When checking your blood pressure..always test twice (one for normal, one for angry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;It feels better to ROFL than to simply LOL.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Always leave memories by writing your thoughts everytime you go to the beach.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use dishes as a way to ease your other half pain/stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always practice D.I.Y in your daily life even when it comes to giving gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To always think of everything in a positive way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not to worry about what happened today because if you don’t give it a chance how would you know it won’t work. And to worry about what to happen in the future when if does happen later on.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always shouting as a way of ‘tuning’ before singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always be number 1 because any other rank wouldn’t matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Resort to piggybacking in times of wanting skinship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wear dress/tux to a BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When cooking for husband’s little brothers be sure to insert gag into the horses mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember the Indian dance is a nice way to keep in shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fireflies are a hazard be sure to bring in water to put them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When visiting the 4d world of JoongBo be sure to have an exit pass so you don’t get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not forget that fishing with people = no fish at all with the lettuce couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not wear a pair of boots when fishing in a lake. It may result in embarrassing doggy postures that would forever be immortalized by a nifty camera. Therefore resulting in black mail opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When singing in Japan remember to keep additional bucket near by when gurgling for singing warm ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don’t forget to wish upon a star —some dreams do come true!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you go mountain hiking , don’t forget to bring a moisturizer for dry skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When wearing short skirts be sure to rub it into your husbands face that you own yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jins the dog is a great rival and best friend. Be sure to feed him lots of non-water and make your wife jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you are happy and you know it don’t clap your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When fireflies attack be sure to taunt your husband for black mail purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lettuce is obviously a water substance-no wonder the JoongBo couple is always being watered even in salt water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Purchases of gold and silver watches is quite a fashion statement. Be sure to have the return receipt if it’s borrowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Karaoke is fun if you don’t normally sing for a living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hi fives can be a way of getting close with your husband and in-laws.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;If your hubby kills joy by explaining a white lie (especially when its about a compliment)..the best solution is to give him silent treatment.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not pressure your wife to make food for you when she is tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As a manager for your wife be sure to have her slippers ready for her when she comes home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love your significant others child (Jins) be sure to clean and brush him very well for your wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Painting nails half asleep is a gift of all trades that shall impress your wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Smile and the world smiled with you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be happy don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stay young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love—-means never having to say your sorry.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don’t attempt to twist anybody’s neck if you’re not an expert like HB - you might kill somebody accidentally !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you are going to feed a hungry wife/GF after strenous activities , prepare lots of food (eg. Ramens) so that she won’t eat your share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And don’t give empty bottles of water !!!!!!!!!!! Your partner may not take it as a joke !( or you will panic if she chokes accidentally ! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A flu shot is a good way of showing you care for someone …&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Credit: &lt;a href="http://joongbo.proboards.com/"&gt;Joongbo.proboards.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-8568461656683495085?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/8568461656683495085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/08/ssangchu-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/8568461656683495085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/8568461656683495085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/08/ssangchu-love.html' title='Ssangchu love..'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-3247611701607725292</id><published>2009-08-07T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T16:42:48.014+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Quick update</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So quick post lang.&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/151bc35c.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ang dami ko na kasing gustong i-post kaya lang tinatamad ako mag-type at mag-isip&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/sick.png" alt="" /&gt; kung paano ko isusulat yung mga gusto kong i-post.. So back to blogspot-type of posting muna ako.. Mga halo-halong short updates:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Here it is! &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/write.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My refresher review is on-going. &lt;/strong&gt;Na-mention ko na &lt;a fancytooltip="Manila Girl" href="http://yskee.zpepr.com/2009/07/manila-girl/"&gt;dito&lt;/a&gt; before. Sa &lt;strong&gt;SeaMed&lt;/strong&gt; nga ako nagrereview. Maganda naman ang review dun, ako lang ang hindi okay.&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/scared.gif" alt="" /&gt; Hindi pa rin nagsisink in sakin na nagrereview na ako. &lt;strong&gt;Weekends&lt;/strong&gt; lang naman ‘to kaya every Friday lang ako naluwas ng Manila, tapos ang balik ko na ng Cavite, tuwing Monday, pero dahil &lt;em&gt;marami pa akong adventures pag Monday&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/happymickey.gif" alt="" /&gt;nagiging Tuesday morning tuloy ang uwi ko.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wala na talagang pag-asa yng camera ko.. &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/5fafafe6.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Tuluyan ng nasira yung camera ko.&lt;/strong&gt; At dahil wala naman akong pera pampagawa (at ayaw din ako bigyan nila Mama), ayun, naka-tengga lang sa bahay. I wish na ngayong birthday ko e &lt;em&gt;mapaayos na yung camera ko&lt;/em&gt;.. &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/teary.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or better yet, magkaroon na ako ng bagong camera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; kahit yung mumurahin lang.. Sana talaga..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tuwing nandito naman ako sa Cavite, automatic, &lt;strong&gt;bum mode agad ako&lt;/strong&gt;. I really waste my time on stupid things.  I really hate this.. &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/3f7eba10.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are a lot of changes with regard to my opinions and thoughts about many things.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I started learning new things about my life. I started doing things and not just thinking about how to do it.&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/6e3d77d2-1.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got so hooked on &lt;strong&gt;Ssangchu Couple.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/heart0015.gif" alt="" /&gt; I said that I’m gonna post an entry about it but I can’t. Nasa kalagitnaan pa rin ako ng pag-aadik sa kanila&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/hearts00008.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Sobrang nakaka-adik yung love story nila.&lt;strong&gt; Hyun Joong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/b338b8fa-1.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hwang Bo.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;I fell in love with them&lt;/em&gt;. Hindi lang sa pagiging couple nila, but with each other’s personality.. Paulit-ulit ko pinapanood yung cuts nila sa &lt;acronym fancytooltip="We Got Married"&gt;WGM&lt;/acronym&gt;. I just really love them.. &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/99afe8a7.gif" alt="" /&gt;It’s been a while since kinilig ako ng ganito.. Just take a look at my &lt;a fancytooltip="smooochie.blogspot.com" href="http://smooochies.blogspot.com/"&gt;blogspot&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a fancytooltip="marjyeneth.multiply.com" href="http://marjyeneth.multiply.com/"&gt;multiply&lt;/a&gt;.. &lt;strong&gt;Ssangchu couple is love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/sideheart.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The whole Philippines is still mourning about &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;President Cory’s death&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/sad.gif" alt="" /&gt; At nagkaroon pa kami ng adventure nila Hannah at Jenny sa Manila Cathedral, too bad hindi kami nakapasok. More stories about this later..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malapit na bumalik ng Dipolog si Brue.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/doraemon001.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;em&gt; I’m gonna miss her again.&lt;/em&gt; Still preparing &lt;strong&gt;a get-together&lt;/strong&gt; bago siya umalis kaya lang hindi mag-swak yung schedules naming walo. Sana matuloy pa rin.. Para bonding bonding muna ulit bago siya umalis.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/37f89bf9.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The weather is insane.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/sunny.gif" alt="" /&gt; Nakakatakot yung malakas na hangin.&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/crazyelmo.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yan lang muna.. I still need to prepare my things. Luluwas ako ng Manila ngayon. May review pa bukas. Tutuloy ko na lang ‘to next time. Bye.&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/5db75149.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-3247611701607725292?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/3247611701607725292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/08/quick-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/3247611701607725292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/3247611701607725292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/08/quick-update.html' title='Quick update'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/th_151bc35c.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-132213506118623840</id><published>2009-08-05T14:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T15:17:07.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salamat, Cory!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a border=0 title="Salamat, Cory!" href="http://i28.tinypic.com/120kn0k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border=0 class="aligncenter" title="Salamat, Cory!" src="http://i28.tinypic.com/120kn0k.jpg" alt="" width="289" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="I thank all the Filipino. I thank God, He made me a Filipino" src="http://i26.tinypic.com/2j69uu1.jpg" alt="" width="400" height="160" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; "&gt;Philippine and Asia's First Female President.&lt;br /&gt;Faithful and committed.&lt;br /&gt;Stands and fights for what she believes.&lt;br /&gt;A symbol of democracy.&lt;br /&gt;A strong woman.&lt;br /&gt;A hero.&lt;br /&gt;A wife.&lt;br /&gt;A mother.&lt;br /&gt;A Filipino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;President Cory Aquino, thank you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-132213506118623840?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/132213506118623840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/08/salamat-cory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/132213506118623840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/132213506118623840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/08/salamat-cory.html' title='Salamat, Cory!'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i28.tinypic.com/120kn0k_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-1407856573937284491</id><published>2009-07-16T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T12:43:29.138+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting out'/><title type='text'>Depressed and gadgets</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current mood:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/kaoani/blobsad25.gif" alt="sad" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/kaoani/treedepressed9.gif" alt="depressed" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/kaoani/starpessimistic71.gif" alt="pessimistic" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;SAD. DEPRESSED. PESSIMISTIC.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a good way to end the day.. &lt;strong&gt;I'm really sad and depressed. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/7329af4d.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sad. &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/ede4ae1d.gif" alt="" /&gt; Hindi ko ma-describe kung gaano ako ka-depress.. Ang sad talaga. Para akong pinagsakluban ng lagit at lupa. &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/8483d5b9.gif" alt="" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Err. exxage na yan!&lt;/em&gt; Pero talagang sad ako ngayon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ang dahilan ng aking depression.. &lt;strong&gt;sira yung mga gadgets ko!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang na-depressed talaga ako. &lt;em&gt;Bakeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/a8b6e814.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang sama sa pakiramdam pag nasisiraan ako ng gadgets, lalo na ngayon at walang pera na pampaayos at mas lalo pang masakit pag nagkasabay-sabay masira yung mga gamit ko.. &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/5fafafe6.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="padding-left: 30px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. My  Sony CyberShot DSC-W50&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://yskee.zpepr.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/5453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border=0 title="Sony CyberShot DSC-W50" src="http://yskee.zpepr.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/5453.jpg" alt="Sony CyberShot DSC-W50" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Matagal-tagal na rin nung nasira yung &lt;strong&gt;shutter button&lt;/strong&gt; nung camera ko..  &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/ad6da6c8.gif" alt="" /&gt; hanggang ngayon hindi ko a rin napapaayos kasi nga wala akong budget pampaayos at dahil expire na din yung warranty nun sa Electroworld. &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/40c68800-1.gif" alt="" /&gt; Tapos last week, napansin ko na medyo may nadagdag na problema..&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/127a5911-2.gif" alt="" /&gt; hindi minsan nagco-close yung lens pag pinapatay ko.. At tapos ngayon nga, tuluyan ng &lt;strong&gt;hindi nagsara yung lens&lt;/strong&gt; niya.. &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/9be46892.gif" alt="" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Poor camera!&lt;/strong&gt; Kailangan mo na talaga ma-confine.. Nung una naka-micropore ka lang, ngayon kailangan mo madala sa O.R. para maayos na yang sakit mo.. open wound pa.. delikado.. &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/d92758dd-1.gif" alt="" /&gt; Sobrang depressed na talaga ako. pati yung camera ko naginging pasyente na! Ang sama talaga sa pakiramdam.. Siguro dahil &lt;em&gt;yun kasi yung &lt;strong&gt;18&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday gift&lt;/strong&gt; ko kaya sobrang sad talaga pag nasisira yun..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/76620fea.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="padding-left: 30px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. My Motorola V3xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a  href="http://yskee.zpepr.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/motorolav3xx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border=0 title="Motorola v3xx" src="http://yskee.zpepr.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/motorolav3xx.jpg" alt="Motorola v3xx" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itong &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/9c0b20cf.gif" alt="" /&gt;cellphone ko matindi, madaming problema.. lagi ko kasing nahuhulog..&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/40c68800-1.gif" alt="" /&gt; nagkakalasog-lasog palagi.. last last week pa may sira pero natuluyan na siya ngayon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;li&gt;Yung &lt;strong&gt;center button.&lt;/strong&gt; Actually matagal na kasing nawala yung pinaka-cover center button.. Kumbaga sa tao, natanggal yung skin niya kaya yung muscle na lang yung nakalabas.. At dahil nga gamit na gamit na yung center button, ayun, &lt;strong&gt;ang hirap na pindutin ngayon.. &lt;/strong&gt;Tapos medyo natutuklap na rin yung "muscle" kaya nalabas na yung "bone". Tapos tuwing pinipindot yun nagfi-flicker  yung keypad lights..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memory card.&lt;/strong&gt; Kani-kanina lang, &lt;strong&gt;na-corrupt yung memory card&lt;/strong&gt; ng cellphone ko.. Hindi ko alam kung ano nangyari.. &lt;em&gt;(At wala na akong balak alamin kung bakit!)&lt;/em&gt; Nakakainis lang kasi nawala yung mga songs ko dun, pati yung ibang ringtones.. e ginagamit ko pa naman yung para sa Ringing ID ko..  Ayun ni-reformat ko tuloy..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total wreck!&lt;/strong&gt; After ko i-reformat yung memory card.. ni-restart ko yung cellphone to.. at pag minamalas ka nga naman... ayaw na niya bumukas...  &lt;em&gt;OMG Ano nangyari?! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Major depression attack!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/7329af4d.gif" alt="" /&gt; Para akong batang inagawan ng candy.. Pag binubuksan ko, hanggang dun na lang sa welcome screen.. &lt;strong&gt;*HELOMOTO*&lt;/strong&gt; Tapos ayun, wala na. wala ng ibang nangyayari..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang saaaaaad talaga..&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/91973d85.gif" alt="" /&gt; hindi ko na alam kung &lt;strong&gt;paano&lt;/strong&gt; ko pa aayusin yung cellphone ko.. At hindi ko alam kung &lt;strong&gt;kelan &lt;/strong&gt;ko pa mapapaayos yun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="padding-left: 30px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. My 80GB iPod Classic &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://yskee.zpepr.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/apple_ipod_classic_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border=0 title="apple_ipod_classic_1" src="http://yskee.zpepr.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/apple_ipod_classic_1.jpg" alt="80GB iPod Classic" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far ang tanging sira lang naman nito e yung &lt;strong&gt;earphones&lt;/strong&gt;. Kung ano yung earphone nito nung binili ko, yun pa rin ang gamit ko.. Sira-sira na yung mga wires niya pero gumagana pa naman.. until last week. Hindi na gumana yung left part kaya nung pumunta ako nung Manila nung isang araw e bumili na ako ng earphone.. Hindi nga lang original kasi &lt;strong&gt;can't afford&lt;/strong&gt; yung orig e..&lt;strong&gt; Php 1,500.00 di ko carry!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/f240f3cb-1.gif" alt="" /&gt; At dahi lsa sobrang depressed ko kanina, sabi ko: &lt;strong&gt;"sige lahat na masira, eto pang iPod"&lt;/strong&gt; at nung ni-connect ko sa laptop yung iPod..&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/3f7eba10.gif" alt="" /&gt; aba nakisama sa iba kong gadgets.. nag-hang ba naman! &lt;em&gt;Masunurin..&lt;/em&gt; At lalo na akong na-depressed.. buti na lang at hindi naman talaga sira..&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/dbf46ca6.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="padding-left: 30px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. My Acer Travelmate 2480&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://yskee.zpepr.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/203126565_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border=0 src="http://yskee.zpepr.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/203126565_002.jpg" alt="Acer TravelMate 2480" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside sa mga matagal na nitong sira tulad nung &lt;strong&gt;powerbutton, battery at ang occasional virus attacks&lt;/strong&gt;.. wala naman ng ibang sira yung laptop ko..  &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/ab9f9ac1-1.gif" alt="" /&gt; Buti naman.. dahil kung pati ito e masisira na ng lubusan.. ay ewan ko na.. di ko na alam gagawin ko.. &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/f66273bd-1.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, sobrang nakaka-sad talaga at tunay namang na-depressed ako kanina nung natuluyan yung camera at cellphone ko.. &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/5fafafe6.gif" alt="" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Mangiyak-ngiyak talaga ako..&lt;/strong&gt; at  sinabayan ko pa ng mellow na kanta &lt;em&gt;(Alive by Jennifer Lopez)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/f3648456.gif" alt="" /&gt; Ay grabe.. &lt;strong&gt;hindi ko kinaya.. ang bilis mang-down.. lalo akong na-depress! &lt;/strong&gt;SOBRA! Kaya pinalitan ko agad.. Nag-play na lang ako ng &lt;strong&gt;Christian song..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/63acb3c9.gif" alt="" /&gt;ayun, medyo umayos na yung lagay ko.. At dahil nailabas ko na rin dito, mas okay na ako! &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/015c7ee6.gif" alt="" /&gt; Kahit medyo sad pa rin ako sa nangyari.. &lt;strong&gt;I'm better.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit naman hindi ganun kabonnga at kadami yung mga gadgets ko mga treasures ko pa rin yun.. at kahit kelan e hindi ka makakapulot ng mga ganito sa kalsada.. Kahit medyo hindi talaga ako maingat sa cellphone ko, &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/9c0b20cf.gif" alt="" /&gt;importante pa rin sakin yun.. lalo na yung camera..&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/ad6da6c8.gif" alt="" /&gt; Sana mapaayos ko na yung mga gadgets ko.. Or better yet, mapalitan ko na.. &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/581a071a.gif" alt="" /&gt; Hahaha! Soon! So... I need to take the NLE na to have my license.. to have my work.. and to have money to buy all this luxuries in life.. Hahaha! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt; Nung natapos ko i-type 'tong entry, hindi na ako depressed..&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/kaoani/blobrelaxed53.gif" alt="relaxed" align="top" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-1407856573937284491?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/1407856573937284491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/07/depressed-and-gadgets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/1407856573937284491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/1407856573937284491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/07/depressed-and-gadgets.html' title='Depressed and gadgets'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/kaoani/th_blobsad25.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-493924678299011537</id><published>2009-07-13T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T12:33:12.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asian Madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fangirl-ing'/><title type='text'>2NE1 Fever</title><content type='html'>July 12, 2009 performance! Level up! Another live performance of &lt;strong&gt; 'I Don't Care' from 2NE1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/beaa6f31-1.gif" alt="" /&gt; And para sakin, nag stand-out talaga dito si &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/7bbcdda2.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/7bbcdda2.gif" alt="" /&gt; Look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/73GFKOKBkXU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="src" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/73GFKOKBkXU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superrrrb!&lt;img src="http://s68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/th_24f0dac9.gif" alt="http://s68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/th_24f0dac9.gif" /&gt; I-compare mo yung &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eUL6r6qrc-k" target="_blank"&gt;debut performance&lt;/a&gt; nila dito, sobrang laki na ng improvements nila.. Iba na yung stage prescence nila. &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/bea94934-1.gif" alt="" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Naks! may ganun?!&lt;/em&gt; At may acting pa sa simula.. Panalo! Pero, as in talaga.. iba na ang level, nabasa ko nga sa mga comments, parang hindi daw sila rookie.. Sobrang napahanga nila ang crowd.. &lt;img src="http://s68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/th_3f7eba10.gif" alt="http://s68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/th_3f7eba10.gif" /&gt; As in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oha, did you see Dara, super love siya nung camera man&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/d460c933.gif" alt="" /&gt; nung dulo e hindi na siya nilayasan ng camera. I &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/5ff538cd.gif" alt="" /&gt; her outfit.. Eto yung suot niya dun sa school scene &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ve-Z3RBR_84" target="_blank"&gt;MV ng IDC&lt;/a&gt;.. Shalla! Hay, uber fangirl na talaga..&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/9a1747d6.gif" alt="" /&gt; biased na, pero feeling ko e siya yung may pinakamagandang outfit sa kanila  &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/27a46956.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cool outfit + bonngang hairstyle + dorky expressions = CUTENESS &amp;amp; DORKINESS GALORE BUBBLY DARA!&lt;/strong&gt; OMG Fangirl to the max na!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt; I don't like CL here.&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/93225921.gif" alt="" /&gt; Well, hindi naman masyado. Okay yung hair niya na nakalugay, kaya lang minimize the highlights sana.. At ang hindi ko talaga feel e yung outfit niya.. &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/40c68800-1.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.P.S.&lt;/strong&gt; I love Bommie's vest.. &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/33030304.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; P.P.P.S.&lt;/strong&gt; Minzy's outfit is total fashionista.. It suits her very well.. &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/c755aa03.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to: &lt;a class="hLink fn n contributor" onmousedown="urchinTracker('/Events/VideoWatch/ChannelNameLink');" href="http://www.youtube.com/user/YGladies"&gt;YGladies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-493924678299011537?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/493924678299011537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/07/2ne1-fever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/493924678299011537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/493924678299011537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/07/2ne1-fever.html' title='2NE1 Fever'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/th_beaa6f31-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-6908767592652123777</id><published>2009-07-09T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T19:56:20.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asian Madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fangirl-ing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LSS'/><title type='text'>Hey playboy!</title><content type='html'>Yatta! &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/1c91899b.gif" alt="" /&gt; Lumabas na rin yung MV ng &lt;b&gt;'I Don't Care' by 2NE1..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/b7571b83.gif" alt="" /&gt; Simula nung lumabas yung IDC, paulit-ulit na siyang nagpe-play sa iPod ko..&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/8d12bb7d.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;i&gt; LSS much?! &lt;/i&gt;Super love the song.. Fangirl kung fangirl.. Ang tagal kong hinintay 'tong MV na 'to kasi nga adik na adik na ako sa kantang yun.. Tas.. excited lang talaga ako.. &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/370c095a-1.gif" alt="" /&gt; Super thank you sa mga uploaders sa youtube.. Eto na!!!!!&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/4890bedc.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ve-Z3RBR_84&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ve-Z3RBR_84&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SUPER LOVE IT TALAGA!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/7b8e63ac.gif" alt="" /&gt; Lumalala na naman ang pagiging fangirl ko.. Bagay 'to sa mga bitter girls!.. Hahaha! &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/c5d5422c-1.gif" alt="" /&gt; Grabe, I fell in love with the MV.. &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/04ce583d.gif" alt="" /&gt; At super fan na talaga ako ni Sandara.. este, &lt;b&gt;Dara&lt;/b&gt; na pala siya.. siya na naman yung una kong nakita..&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/b6d10346.gif" alt="" /&gt; super dorky and everything.. hyper-mode pa rin! Artista talaga ang bruha, &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/1ff40983.gif" alt="" /&gt;with matching acting-acting pa sa simula.. Cuteness all throughout the MV. Si &lt;b&gt;Park Bom&lt;/b&gt; din.. ang cute..&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/a5010293.gif" alt="" /&gt; pero parang namamaga pa rin yung lips niya.. &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/f87cbb32.gif" alt="" /&gt; haha! Medyo nairita lang ako dun sa shades ni &lt;b&gt;CL&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/40c68800-1.gif" alt="" /&gt;dapat hindi na lang siya nag-suot nun para mas nakita yung emotions niya.. pero bibo kid pa rin..&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/27adb412.png" alt="" /&gt; Natawa ako sa itsura ni &lt;b&gt;Minji,&lt;/b&gt; para siyang basang sisiw dun sa car.. sorry namen.. pero bawi naman niya sa dance moves..&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/f87e478f-1.gif" alt="" /&gt; Pero, super love talaga yung MV! Dorky and cute ang dating.. tas the dance moves...&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/175e21eb-1.gif" alt="" /&gt; lurrrve it! simple lang pero nakakadala.. Let's go 2NE1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to but their mini album kaya lang ala ako moolah! Next time! I'm gonna enjoy the MV na lang muna.. &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/2164aac2.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-6908767592652123777?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/6908767592652123777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-playboy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/6908767592652123777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/6908767592652123777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-playboy.html' title='Hey playboy!'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/th_1c91899b.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-6636295525569441920</id><published>2009-07-07T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T15:32:25.740+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate Kiligera'/><title type='text'>Message 440</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It doesn’t matter how long it would take for love to find you, what you should know is that…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Out there,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere,&lt;br /&gt;There is someone…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Someone who will love you…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;More than how &lt;strong&gt;Romeo&lt;/strong&gt; loves &lt;strong&gt;Juliet&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/b338b8fa-1.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;More than how &lt;strong&gt;Peter Pan&lt;/strong&gt; loves &lt;strong&gt;Wendy&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/53599ef0.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;More than how &lt;strong&gt;Jack&lt;/strong&gt; loves &lt;strong&gt;Rose&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/7a1adfb6.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;More than how &lt;strong&gt;Goo Jun Pyo&lt;/strong&gt; loves &lt;strong&gt;Jan Di&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/d460c933.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; even more than how &lt;strong&gt;Edward&lt;/strong&gt; loves &lt;strong&gt;Bella&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/6b1c6907.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/7b8e63ac.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/7b8e63ac.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/7b8e63ac.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy morning &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/7dc97283.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From: Pibz&lt;br /&gt;11:03am 6-JUL-09&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-6636295525569441920?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/6636295525569441920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/07/message-440.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/6636295525569441920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/6636295525569441920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/07/message-440.html' title='Message 440'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Smilies/th_b338b8fa-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-168629437728050657</id><published>2009-07-02T12:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T12:41:11.091+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends 4ever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo ops'/><title type='text'>Priceless</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i44.tinypic.com/4ihqg7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="500px" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/4ihqg7.jpg" border=0 &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;At last.. after four years.. a picture of us six together.. &lt;br /&gt;Priceless.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-168629437728050657?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/168629437728050657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/07/priceless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/168629437728050657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/168629437728050657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/07/priceless.html' title='Priceless'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/4ihqg7_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-5632608920808254291</id><published>2009-06-24T14:31:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T15:35:37.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extra Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Up-to-the-minute'/><title type='text'>Flash news!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i41.tinypic.com/dfzxtz.jpg" alt="Jaycee's layout"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/dfzxtz.jpg" border=0 align="left" alt="Jaycee's layout" width="300px" style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've got a new layout again..I got inspired from making &lt;a href="http://enitsirhcenuj.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jaycee's&lt;/a&gt; layout.. at last I finally finished it.. &lt;i&gt;(I hope you like it!)&lt;/i&gt; "I'm planning on building a larger one so I can see the comet Hyakutaki. It comes in spring but nobody knows when it's coming back." err. &lt;i&gt;*Haha, sa "A walk to Remember pala 'to*&lt;/i&gt; Anyway, I'm planning on making another multiply theme.. but I still don't know what to put there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;b&gt;I really misssssss blogging..&lt;/b&gt; like the real blogging. I was reading previous post and as per usual, I love how I manage to post almost everything that happened in my life. I love how I made small things became big.. &lt;b&gt;I'm so immature..&lt;/b&gt; Hahaha! What's more interesting, I have made a lot of promises that I will change. I often say that I will this.. I will be that.. and yet until now, I'm still making those promises and I'm still not the person I promised to be.. However, I can see that there are huge changes in how I live my life.. some of it may be considered worse but most of it.. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I changed for the better..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; And I think that's the beauty of change.. When talking about change, I always remember what my "terror" professor on History said:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;"Change is inevitable.. but make sure that the change is for the better not for the worse."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And that kinda stays with me. Though sometimes it can't be helped that I'm getting worse. :( And for now.. I want to make a promise again. &lt;b&gt;I want to change. I want a new me.&lt;/b&gt; This time, no matter how much I refuse to change, I think it wouldn't be helped because &lt;i&gt;I'm headed for another chapter of my life.&lt;/i&gt; I'm not a student anymore and this time it would be really different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that I should stop trying to change because in one way or another the results that I wanted would not turn into reality.. But I realized that &lt;b&gt;if I stop trying its as if I'd stop living.&lt;/b&gt; Like, what's the point of living if I'm stuck with what I am right now. People needs to grow.. I need to grow.. Its something we should not be afraid of.. Maybe for some people they're not afraid of this.. But let me tell you, &lt;b&gt;I'm really afraid of growing up.. err, getting old.&lt;/b&gt; I don't what to get involved in "grown ups" issue.. Well, I used to be but not anymore.. I'm ready to embrace what's in store for me.. I'm ready (or at least trying to get ready) to face the thing I'm afraid of.. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;It wouldn't hurt to try.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Even if I fail, at least I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't stop trying to change because I now someday... I know that I will succeed! I know that there are bigger plans for me. I know that God is there and I'm holding into His promise:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 29:11 (NIV)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*I, actually, can't believe I'm saying these words.. &lt;b&gt;I'm really a scared cat..&lt;/b&gt; But, oh well.. Let's wait and see*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I really miss blogging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-5632608920808254291?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/5632608920808254291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/06/flash-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/5632608920808254291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/5632608920808254291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/06/flash-news.html' title='Flash news!'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.tinypic.com/dfzxtz_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-6577139400352051458</id><published>2009-06-19T03:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T03:57:16.314+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Musings'/><title type='text'>Bum.</title><content type='html'>Okay. So far, I was totally ignoring my blogspot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sobrang wala ako sa mood mag-update ng blog.&lt;/strong&gt; Kahit yung &lt;a href="http://yskee.zpepr.com/"&gt;yskee&lt;/a&gt;, hindi ko na rin na-update.. Busy-busyhan mode ako.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit palamunin lang muna ako ngayon. may ginagawa pa rin naman ako.. Kung wala ako sa harap ng laptop, paniguradong nasa palengke ako at nagbabantayu ng tindahan.. At kung sobrang wala na talaga akong magawa, manonood na lang ako ng mga series.. Ayun, super bum talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At usual, sabi ko nga, wala talaga ako sa mood mag-blog.. So that's it, pancit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*sana makapag-blog na ko ulit.. ASAP*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-6577139400352051458?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/6577139400352051458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/6577139400352051458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/6577139400352051458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay.html' title='Bum.'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-1574510846468998485</id><published>2009-06-12T16:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T17:16:44.171+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Series Mania'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote'/><title type='text'>Hotaru no Hikari</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;"I'd rather&lt;br /&gt;laze around&lt;br /&gt;than&lt;br /&gt;fall in love"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Amemiya Hotaru&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-1574510846468998485?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/1574510846468998485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/06/horaru-no-hikari.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/1574510846468998485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/1574510846468998485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/06/horaru-no-hikari.html' title='Hotaru no Hikari'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-6494174374207002350</id><published>2009-05-22T18:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:47:07.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo ops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Times'/><title type='text'>100-peso bill</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i40.tinypic.com/200ba4g.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/200ba4g.jpg" width="450" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what you call vintage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A 100-peso bill&lt;/b&gt; from way way way way back &lt;b&gt;Corazon Aquino’s presidency.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;It’s older than me.&lt;/i&gt; I got it from SM. It was a change from Odessey. I’m gonna keep it, maybe in few years time it will be worth more than a hundred..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-6494174374207002350?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/6494174374207002350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/05/100-peso-bill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/6494174374207002350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/6494174374207002350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/05/100-peso-bill.html' title='100-peso bill'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/200ba4g_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-1493577914711533635</id><published>2009-05-18T02:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:08:03.568+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Rants'/><title type='text'>I'm exactly where I supposed to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/120s3dk.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm addicted..&lt;br /&gt;And these are my own personal brand of heroins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plurk. &lt;a href="http://plurk.com/xyzmarj/invite"&gt;Follow me.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This is me - Demi Lovato &amp;amp; Joe Jonas &lt;i&gt;"This is real. This is me. I'm exactly where I supposed to be."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Facebook quizzes. Gotta love em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Queen. Will Wu Shuang and Lucas get married? &lt;a href="http://www.viikii.net/channels/goto/myqueen"&gt;Watch it here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://yskee.zpepr.com/"&gt;yskee.zpepr.com&lt;/a&gt; still under construction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-1493577914711533635?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/1493577914711533635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-exactly-where-i-supposed-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/1493577914711533635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/1493577914711533635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-exactly-where-i-supposed-to-be.html' title='I&apos;m exactly where I supposed to be'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i43.tinypic.com/120s3dk_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-7799544730181352021</id><published>2009-05-13T02:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T04:22:52.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vague exasperations'/><title type='text'>Useless.</title><content type='html'>I've just realized, staying in your room and doing nothing but being bum and just sticking your face in front of  your laptop &lt;strong&gt;would make you so &lt;i&gt;useless&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Plus the fact that it would make you insane because you all have the time in the world to think about almost everything.. as in everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing this for a couple of days now, when I'm not not in the market helping my mom with our business. I'm staying up late in front of my laptop and just watch some chick flicks and most of the time.. Asian series. &lt;b&gt;I'm doing a lot of nonsense&lt;/b&gt; and just bumming around all the time. I've wasted my time browsing my online accountsssssssss (yeah, I have plenty and it's counting). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm just soooooo unproductive. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not I realized it jut now, I've known this a long time ago.. but this time I just felt so useless.. I just can't help it. It felt like I'm so tired from all these years of studying &lt;i&gt;(or at least trying to study.. but hey! I've just graduated! I made it, though.)&lt;/i&gt; and I felt like this is just my time to relax, unwind and just do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know that this is really bad and I need to do something about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need to get in the action... &lt;i&gt;get in the game!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just need to finish some series, &lt;a href="http://yskee.zpepr.com/"&gt;my site&lt;/a&gt; &amp; fix some accounts and I'm up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just venting out. This is what I got after being stucked up in the four corners of my room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you later..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-7799544730181352021?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/7799544730181352021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/05/useless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/7799544730181352021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/7799544730181352021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/05/useless.html' title='Useless.'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-7868828063476105263</id><published>2009-05-11T11:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T11:27:38.993+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Success'/><title type='text'>At last!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://10.media.tumblr.com/Kr8hs1QJTmxt98ewiho06EClo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;YAY! I MADE IT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most anticipated event in my life. My &lt;b&gt;graduation&lt;/b&gt;. After all the sweat and tears from all the things I've done in the past (almost) 16 years, &lt;i&gt;it was all paid off.&lt;/i&gt; I made it through preparatory, elementary, highschool and college. &lt;b&gt;Success!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on this day, I'm very happy that my family, all of them, were in PICC. Thank you for everything.. for all he love, support and guidance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I could not ask for more. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-7868828063476105263?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/7868828063476105263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/05/at-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/7868828063476105263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/7868828063476105263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/05/at-last.html' title='At last!'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-7214440077343085057</id><published>2009-05-06T13:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T13:28:54.300+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favoritos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo ops'/><title type='text'>Plurkheroes</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;sup&gt;Click on each hero to view their Plurklands.&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50px;"&gt;Plurkheroes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:35px;"&gt;ready to save the Plurkworld.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="Image-Maps_3200905060011365" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/sfvert.jpg" usemap="#Image-Maps_3200905060011365" border="0" width="410" height="399" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;map id="_Image-Maps_3200905060011365" name="Image-Maps_3200905060011365"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;area shape="rect" coords="274,205,404,386" href="http://www.plurk.com/aouiexxi" alt="aouiexxi's plurk" title="aouiexxi's plurk"    /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;area shape="rect" coords="138,210,268,385" href="http://www.plurk.com/zeppu" alt="im your friendly robot..!" title="im your friendly robot..!"    /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;area shape="rect" coords="4,210,133,387" href="http://www.plurk.com/ayehn" alt="Bring out the BesT in YoU" title="Bring out the BesT in YoU"    /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;area shape="rect" coords="272,12,405,192" href="http://www.plurk.com/phoebes" alt="flight of ideas™" title="flight of ideas™"    /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;area shape="rect" coords="136,6,268,187" href="http://www.plurk.com/enitsirhcenuj" alt="Res Ipsa Loquitur" title="Res Ipsa Loquitur"    /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;area shape="rect" coords="9,6,134,194" href="http://plurk.com/xyzmarj/invite" alt="Milestones.." title="Milestones.."    /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;area shape="rect" coords="408,397,410,399" href="http://www.image-maps.com/index.php?aff=mapped_users_3200905060011365" alt="Image Mapper" title="Image Mapper" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/map&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-7214440077343085057?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/7214440077343085057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/05/plurkheroes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/7214440077343085057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/7214440077343085057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/05/plurkheroes.html' title='Plurkheroes'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-5429889389596806412</id><published>2009-04-18T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T10:32:12.952+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Marathon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote'/><title type='text'>Getting out of Beaufort.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/quote1.png" align="bottom" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;Mmm. I don’t think getting out is gonna be a problem. It’s more like figuring out what you’re gonna do when you get somewhere.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/quote2.png" align="top" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;—&lt;i&gt; Jamie to Landon&lt;b&gt; (A Walk to Remember)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-5429889389596806412?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/5429889389596806412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/04/getting-out-of-beaufort.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/5429889389596806412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/5429889389596806412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/04/getting-out-of-beaufort.html' title='Getting out of Beaufort.'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-2092910072060728319</id><published>2009-04-17T20:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T10:39:30.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo ops'/><title type='text'>I Made It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="photo"&gt;                      &lt;center&gt;                         &lt;a href="http://marjyeneth.tumblr.com/photo/1280/97217187/1/Kr8hs1QJTmembju6myPzPIxa"&gt;&lt;img src="http://8.media.tumblr.com/Kr8hs1QJTmembju6myPzPIxao1_500.jpg" width="450px" border=0 alt="Me and my Parents on my Clinical graduation held this day, April 17, 2009, at Philippine International Convention Center, Manila. At last, I made it. Thank You Lord!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               &lt;/center&gt;                                                      &lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="caption"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and my Parents on my Clinical graduation held this day, April 17, 2009, at Philippine International Convention Center, Manila.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At last, I made it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thank You Lord!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-2092910072060728319?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/2092910072060728319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-made-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/2092910072060728319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/2092910072060728319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-made-it.html' title='I Made It!'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-7175444338393298957</id><published>2009-04-12T20:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T10:26:42.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Rants'/><title type='text'>from BO</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/quote1.png" align="bottom" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;Ayokong nasasanay sa mga bagay na pwede namang wala sa buhay ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/quote2.png" align="top" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;—&lt;i&gt; Bob Ong&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-7175444338393298957?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/7175444338393298957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/04/ayokong-nasasanay-sa-mga-bagay-na-pwede.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/7175444338393298957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/7175444338393298957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/04/ayokong-nasasanay-sa-mga-bagay-na-pwede.html' title='from BO'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-5570237274705973005</id><published>2009-04-12T00:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T00:43:49.678+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Up-to-the-minute'/><title type='text'>I Miss You</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Miss ko na talaga mag-blog dito..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think this is the right time to get into blogging again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just finish all the things I needed to finish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming.... soon!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-5570237274705973005?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/5570237274705973005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/5570237274705973005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/5570237274705973005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-miss-you.html' title='I Miss You'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-4174771709259600835</id><published>2009-04-10T00:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T10:26:20.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Marathon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><title type='text'>Licensed naman pala.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;**Read using Gus Abelgus Tone**&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang gabi, ako'y bumili ng pirated DVD sa Quiapo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinamagatang "Marley &amp; Me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maganda ang kopya. Malinaw ang mga salita. High-quality kumbaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi masasabing pirata pala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At aking napag-alaman..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lisensyado naman palang ibenta ito sa Quiapo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tunghayan ang nakuhang ebidensya ng Scene of the Crimes Operative:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://marjyeneth.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Sd4f3AoKCJAAAEXGznY1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Sd4f3AoKCJAAAEXGznY1/qui1.JPG?et=cxMzVP1gX7UDEFCW%2Cz1OWg&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://marjyeneth.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Sd4f3AoKCJAAAEXGznY1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagmasdang mabuti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://marjyeneth.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Sd4f3AoKCJAAAEXGznY1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://marjyeneth.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Sd4gZQoKCJAAAFZsIoY1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Sd4gZQoKCJAAAFZsIoY1/qui2.JPG?et=ym8Bk0SWbfEd9mFVCBM60g&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, lisensyado naman pala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;At ako'y sadyang natawa.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;At tumawa pang muli.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://statics.plurk.com/92b595a573d25dd5e39a57b5d56d4d03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://statics.plurk.com/92b595a573d25dd5e39a57b5d56d4d03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://statics.plurk.com/92b595a573d25dd5e39a57b5d56d4d03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://statics.plurk.com/92b595a573d25dd5e39a57b5d56d4d03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://statics.plurk.com/92b595a573d25dd5e39a57b5d56d4d03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://statics.plurk.com/92b595a573d25dd5e39a57b5d56d4d03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://statics.plurk.com/92b595a573d25dd5e39a57b5d56d4d03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://statics.plurk.com/92b595a573d25dd5e39a57b5d56d4d03.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-4174771709259600835?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/4174771709259600835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/04/read-using-gus-abelgus-tone-isang-gabi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/4174771709259600835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/4174771709259600835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/04/read-using-gus-abelgus-tone-isang-gabi.html' title='Licensed naman pala.'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-6905851592358128675</id><published>2009-04-06T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T10:06:09.803+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insomnia Attack'/><title type='text'>Nai Cha Attack</title><content type='html'>Yes, Nai Cha is attacking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako makatulog. Bangag na naman ako. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang concentrated yung ininom kong Nai Cha sa Chowking kanina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At hindi na naman ako makatulog ngayon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilang sheep na ba yung nabilang ko. Promise, ginawa ko talaga yun. Hindi siya effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko ng matulog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang sakit na ng ulo ko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-6905851592358128675?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/6905851592358128675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/04/nai-cha-attack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/6905851592358128675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/6905851592358128675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/04/nai-cha-attack.html' title='Nai Cha Attack'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-3457537541216529924</id><published>2009-03-30T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T00:03:43.399+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 831'/><title type='text'>Week 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Week12.jpg" target="blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Week12.jpg" border=0 width="450px"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yvette.Lemuel.Jennifer.Jocelyn.Christopher&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went last March 18, 2009 on a seminar at Makati. The company was called International Management Group (am I right?!). It's about managing you finances. I enjoyed the seminar plus the fact that my friends were there.. And after the seminar we had a road trip on the way home (Cavite), using Lem's car. Wopeee! We even had a stopover at Shell, SLEX to eat at KCF. I really enjoyed that night. And I never imagined that we would have that kind of bonding. &lt;br /&gt;LEVEL UP! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-3457537541216529924?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/3457537541216529924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/03/week-12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/3457537541216529924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/3457537541216529924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/03/week-12.html' title='Week 12'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-8295266572514236727</id><published>2009-03-29T23:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T00:04:44.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 831'/><title type='text'>Week 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Week11.jpg" target="blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Week11.jpg" border=0 width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Light Drawing&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; is a photographic technique in which exposures are made usually at night or in a darkened room by moving a hand-held light source or by moving the camera. In many cases the light source itself does not have to appear in the image. The term light painting also encompasses images lit from outside the frame with hand-held light sources.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;My first attempt on light drawing... and (I think) it turned out not that good, very amateurish.. :p But still, I like it! &lt;i&gt;Taken last March 14, 2009 at Highland Pointe in Taytay, Rizal.&lt;/i&gt; I accidentally moved my camera, using slow-synced flash, while taking my friends' photo. Then it looked like those light drawings I've seen on some blogs, so I tried one. And voila! I've got a star.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-8295266572514236727?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/8295266572514236727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/03/week-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/8295266572514236727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/8295266572514236727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/03/week-11.html' title='Week 11'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-1433237075341499101</id><published>2009-03-28T09:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T10:09:41.957+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag Game'/><title type='text'>4 x 11</title><content type='html'>A) FOUR JOBS I WANT IN MY LIFE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flight attendant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Photographer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Web designer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nurse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;B) FOUR MOVIES I WOULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AND OVER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Walk To Remember&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Sassy Girl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shrek&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;White Chicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;C) FOUR PLACES WHERE I HAVE LIVED:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cavite&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Batangas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Isabela&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Manila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;D) FOUR TV SHOWS I LOVE TO WATCH:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heroes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fated To Love You&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Goin' Bulilit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TV Patrol World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;E) FOUR PLACES I HAVE BEEN ON VACATION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baguio&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Batangas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Isabela&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quezon City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;F) FOUR WEBSITES I VISIT DAILY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plurk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Multiply/Blogger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mysoju/Asianfanatics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;G) FOUR OF MY FAVORITE FOOD (NO PARTICULAR ORDER):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chocolate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spaghetti&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ice cream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;H) FOUR PLACES I WOULD RATHER BE RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sydney, Australia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paris, France&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caliraya&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Puerto Galera/Boracay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I) FOUR FRIENDS/PEOPLE WHO I THINK WILL RESPOND:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ewan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ko&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kahit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sino&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;J) FOUR FAMOUS PEOPLE YOU WOULD LOVE TO MEET - DEAD OR ALIVE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;John Lloyd Cruz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;KC Concepcion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Steve Jobs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Francis M.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;K) FOUR THINGS THAT MAKE YOU HAPPY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eating&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being with family and friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching movies/series&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being with God&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-1433237075341499101?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/1433237075341499101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/03/four-jobs-i-want-in-my-life-flight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/1433237075341499101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/1433237075341499101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/03/four-jobs-i-want-in-my-life-flight.html' title='4 x 11'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-4619712379330076221</id><published>2009-03-22T11:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T17:48:00.865+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Rants'/><title type='text'>3 Things to do when you're upset</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/ScYJQ1cK4kI/AAAAAAAAAFA/86goVk5u4RE/s1600-h/three.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/ScYJQ1cK4kI/AAAAAAAAAFA/86goVk5u4RE/s400/three.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315946594985239106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chocolate or something with chocolate would be nice. But indulging with great dishes, delicacies and desserts would be better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A movie marathon. A romantic-comedy would be great if your sad and lonely or you just want to have a good laugh. Inspirational movies would be good too. Anyway, any genre would be a big help to loosen up some nerves.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no better way to have a good rest than sleeping. Lie down and just rest... It doesn't mean you have to sleep all day, you'll end up worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-4619712379330076221?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/4619712379330076221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/03/3-things-to-do-when-youre-upset.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/4619712379330076221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/4619712379330076221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/03/3-things-to-do-when-youre-upset.html' title='3 Things to do when you&apos;re upset'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/ScYJQ1cK4kI/AAAAAAAAAFA/86goVk5u4RE/s72-c/three.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-5520474227681764253</id><published>2009-03-19T01:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T01:55:51.405+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asian Madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate Kiligera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fangirl-ing'/><title type='text'>My Fated One</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/CopyofImg258356357.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Ethan Ruan Jian Tian "Xiao Tian"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;a.k.a. &lt;strong&gt;Ji Cun Xi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;a.k.t.F.a.&lt;sup&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;1&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steven Ji&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bago pa man ipalabas ang &lt;strong&gt;Fated To Love You&lt;/strong&gt; dito sa Pilipinas, matagal ko ng natapos yung series na yun. While it was still airing on Taiwan pinapanood ko na siya at isa ako sa mga nahumaling sa series na 'to.. At doon ko unang nakita si Xiao Tian as &lt;b&gt;Ji Cun Xi&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uber hot talaga siya... kaya lang nung mga panahong yun e dead-na-dead-as-in-to-the-highest-level crush ko si &lt;strong&gt;Wu Chun&lt;/strong&gt; kaya naman medyo naitsapwera ang uber hot fafable na 'to.. At ngayon nga na may bago na ulit siyang series sa Taiwan, which is &lt;b&gt;"My Queen"&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(you can watch it on &lt;a href="http://www.mysoju.com/my-queen/" target="blank"&gt;mysoju.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;, nanumbalik at lalo na akong nahumaling sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang gwapo niya talaga. Ang sexy pa.. nice body.. :P &lt;b&gt;I LOVE HIS LIPS THE MOST! &lt;/b&gt;usapang fan girl na naman. GRAVITY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;More addictions and fan-girling to come. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt; a.k.t.F.a. = also known to Filipinos as&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-5520474227681764253?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/5520474227681764253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-fated-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/5520474227681764253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/5520474227681764253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-fated-one.html' title='My Fated One'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-4263992567969872378</id><published>2009-03-15T23:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T06:28:58.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 831'/><title type='text'>Week 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Week10.jpg" target="blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Week10.jpg" width="450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I have never let my schooling interfere with my education"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken during our last night on Brgy. Carmen, Silang, Cavite for our COPAR. &lt;br /&gt;We are editing our CDx, I was editing the graphs... and I'm covered with a pink jacket. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/wave.gif" /&gt; There's something in this picture that I find  so strange, but I don't know what it is.. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/lol.gif" /&gt; Also, just thinking that this would be our last CDx for our college life, it's quite sentimental.. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/cry-3.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-4263992567969872378?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/4263992567969872378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/03/week-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/4263992567969872378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/4263992567969872378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/03/week-10.html' title='Week 10'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/th_wave.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-5686020835960481395</id><published>2009-03-07T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T09:53:10.495+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Times'/><title type='text'>The Legendary "Random Things Post"</title><content type='html'>I had known this &lt;strong&gt;25 Random Things About Me&lt;/strong&gt; list way back 1st year college (I'm a 4th year student now) and I really want to make my own list. But I always end up making an unfinished list, I'm too lazy to think of random things... Now, when these "random things" is up again... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, here's my own &lt;strong&gt;25 Random Things About Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am obsessed with penguins.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love chocolates so much that sometimes I sleep with my chocolates beside me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mother and godmother said it themselves that I'm already "maldita" when I was younger.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a big and cuddly pig bedtime slippers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was once a fan of Linkin Park and "Papercut" is my favorite song.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love buying colorful socks and flip flops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am extremely afraid of lizard.. and it runs on the family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I was in high school, I stepped on a newly sharpened pencil and the lead was left inside my foot. Until now, the lead is still there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't know how to to swim. I can't even float sometimes. Poor girl.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I collect magazines like Candy, Seventeen, Chalk, Meg and Pink.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can watch "A Walk To Remember" over and over and still fell in love with Jamie &amp;amp; Landon's love story. &lt;i&gt;(at kaya ko pang sabayan yung mga linya nila)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have mastered the art of daydreaming. LOL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have four ear piercings. 3 on the left and 1 on the right. (hahaha! unbalanced. LOL.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been blogging since November 2005, and still counting..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can move my ears (without holding them)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I was in high school, I'm a Gold Medalist for our Thesis Writing and Oral Defense.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I enjoy watching Korean and Taiwanese series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can do a semi-perfect cartwheel. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My right eye is smaller than my left eye.. (or at least my eyelids)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm an impulsive buyer, big time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I keep receipts, tissue papers, candy wrappers, tickets, papers with doodles and anything that could be used as a souvenir for something or someone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My name was supposed to be Yvette Cherryl Jane Marie but my father thought it was very long and they end up with Yvette Margienette instead.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love colorful papers especially those striking colors.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I eat ube but I don't like to eat foods that are in ube flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;It took me 3 weeks to finish this "random things" entry. &lt;i&gt;Ang hirap kaya mag-isip ng ilalagay.&lt;/i&gt; And it's my first time to ever complete this kind of entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, try it. It's actually fun. You can do 20 or 15 or 10 things, whatever you want. Try it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-5686020835960481395?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/5686020835960481395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/02/legendary-random-things-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/5686020835960481395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/5686020835960481395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/02/legendary-random-things-post.html' title='The Legendary &quot;Random Things Post&quot;'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-1022004516736043645</id><published>2009-03-07T21:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T21:21:16.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 831'/><title type='text'>Week 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Week9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Week9.jpg" width="430px" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tagaytay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Legend has it that the word “Tagaytay” came from “TAGA” meaning “to cut” and “ITAY” which means “Father”. A father and son were said to be on a wild boar hunt when the animal they were chasing turned and attacked them. As the boar charged towards the old man, the son cried “TAGA- ITAY”. The boy’s repeated shouts reverberated in the valleys of the ridge. Heard by the residents, hunters and wood gatherers, the cries became the subject of conversation for several days among the people in the countryside. In time, the place where the shouts came from became known as TAGAYTAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tagaytay.gov.ph/index.htm" target="blank"&gt;Come and visit Tagaytay.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photo taken last February 24 when we, Group D with our C.I. and Sir Mike, ate at Leslie's for lunch. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-1022004516736043645?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/1022004516736043645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/03/week-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/1022004516736043645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/1022004516736043645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/03/week-9.html' title='Week 9'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-6999630465952986556</id><published>2009-02-27T08:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T08:07:17.112+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extra Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s Word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>I've decided..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;This time, it will be different.&lt;br /&gt;It will be real.&lt;br /&gt;And it will be a lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;Help me, Father God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-6999630465952986556?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/6999630465952986556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-decided.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/6999630465952986556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/6999630465952986556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-decided.html' title='I&apos;ve decided..'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-4405956708405041528</id><published>2009-02-26T09:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T09:48:59.781+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 831'/><title type='text'>Week 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Week8.jpg" target="blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Week8.jpg" width="430" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brother&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broth·er \brə-&lt;u&gt;th&lt;/u&gt;ər\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Noun&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;a man or boy with the same parents as another person&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a man belonging to the same group, trade union, etc. as another or others; fellow member &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;comrade; friend &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Christianity&lt;/i&gt; a member of a male religious order  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A photo of my father(one in yellow) and his brother, Tito Vic (one in white). I find it really sweet. :D For huge men like them, it's kinda cute seeing them like this. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-4405956708405041528?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/4405956708405041528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/02/week-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/4405956708405041528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/4405956708405041528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/02/week-8.html' title='Week 8'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-173725566708610010</id><published>2009-02-21T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T01:49:53.552+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 831'/><title type='text'>Week 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Week7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Week7.jpg" width="450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trees&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Joyce Kilmer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I shall never see&lt;br /&gt;A poem lovely as a tree.&lt;br /&gt;A tree whose hungry mouth is prest&lt;br /&gt;Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;&lt;br /&gt;A tree that looks at God all day,&lt;br /&gt;And lifts her leafy arms to pray;&lt;br /&gt;A tree that may in summer wear&lt;br /&gt;A nest of robins in her hair;&lt;br /&gt;Upon whose bosom snow has lain;&lt;br /&gt;Who intimately lives with rain.&lt;br /&gt;Poems are made by fools like me,&lt;br /&gt;But only God can make a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Taken during our first day in COPAR&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt; at Brgy. Carmen, Silang, Cavite. Though there's no trees in the photo, I just like to put that poem. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;COPAR - Community Organizing Participatory-Action Research&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-173725566708610010?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/173725566708610010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/02/week-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/173725566708610010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/173725566708610010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/02/week-7.html' title='Week 7'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-2891241646095436627</id><published>2009-02-10T19:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T22:13:57.346+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends 4ever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo ops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Blues'/><title type='text'>A Closer Look at the ICU</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30px;"&gt;A Closer Look at the ICU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20px;"&gt;"Establishing a fundamental knowledge approaching the Intensive Nursing Care Management"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EAC Main Auditorium&lt;br /&gt;February 5, 2009&lt;br /&gt;1:00-5:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20px;"&gt;Speaker: Ms. Jocelyn L. Sagun, RN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sponsored by: &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/pepsi.gif" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most anticipated event for Section 2, &lt;strong&gt;our very own seminar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our &lt;b&gt;"bloody"&lt;/b&gt; preparation for this event, we have managed to present it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hindi ako masyadong nakakuha ng matitinong pictures kasi: (1)nung umaga, kami yung nagset-up nung venue. (2)nung hapon, napagod "daw" kami dun sa pag-aayos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some the pictures from our seminar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;After we changed our outfits for the seminar, some shots from the CR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pictorial mode, with Jaycee &amp;amp; Phoebe, while the seminar is on going. &lt;i&gt;Ang gaganda kasi namin.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/lol.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seminar.. on-going. Random shots from Jaycee (Afterwards, sinita siya kasi flash ng flash yung camera habang may nagsasalita yung speaker.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Backstage vanity. While the speaker is giving her lecture, ayun, nagpictorial kami sa backstage. &lt;i&gt;Mga feelingero/feelingera!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Intermission number: Elaine, Faith, Bryan, Louwel &amp;amp; Von.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/e.jpg"&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The end.... of the seminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/f.jpg"&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pictorial.&lt;br /&gt;  ♥ Section 2 with Ma'am Anne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/g.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ♥ Group A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/h.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ♥ Group B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/i.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ♥ Group C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/j.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ♥ Group D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/k.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ♥ Superfriends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After party. We went to Rob Manila &lt;i&gt;(where else?! )&lt;/i&gt; &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/confused-1.gif" /&gt; with Superfriends &lt;i&gt;(who else?!)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/lol-1.gif" /&gt; Food tripping in Kenny Rogers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The end.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;All in all, the seminar went well. Though we have some mishaps, we can't help it but still we managed it well. &lt;i&gt;(I hope everyone would agree! &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/04280F52979E8106F5CC80FD223AF58C.gif" /&gt; Hahaha! )&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Taglish. May sapi ni Kris Aquino! Hahahaha! &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/E9C45F526D1FD65F62D8492B6B0EEA9A.gif" /&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://marjyeneth.multiply.com/photos/album/318/A_Closer_Look_at_the_ICU_05_Feb_09" target="_blank"&gt;More pictures here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-2891241646095436627?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/2891241646095436627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/02/closer-look-at-icu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/2891241646095436627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/2891241646095436627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/02/closer-look-at-icu.html' title='A Closer Look at the ICU'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/th_lol.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-63176984155279032</id><published>2009-02-10T18:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:46:03.241+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 831'/><title type='text'>Week 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a alt="Click the photo for a larger view" href="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Week6.jpg" target="blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Click the photo for a larger view" border=0 src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Week6.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Our Most Anticipated Seminar.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[February 05, 2009]&lt;br /&gt;I can't use a single picture for this one cause the picture of our whole section is not that good, it's pretty dark. So I decided to merge the pictures of each group and this is the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really weird. Weird but cute. Looking at this picture, we really look good on corporate attires, it's very refreshing.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/02/closer-look-at-icu.html"&gt;More details above.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-63176984155279032?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/63176984155279032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/02/week-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/63176984155279032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/63176984155279032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/02/week-6.html' title='Week 6'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-346653888988920314</id><published>2009-02-05T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T23:15:28.828+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 831'/><title type='text'>Week 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Week5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"The most beautiful discovery that true friends can make is that they can grow separately without growing apart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Elizabeth Foley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 27, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Khyx's 12 D' Originals&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Year Anniversary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;2 years down.. forever to go.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-346653888988920314?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/346653888988920314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/02/week-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/346653888988920314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/346653888988920314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/02/week-5.html' title='Week 5'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-332007582345514457</id><published>2009-01-29T21:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:47:02.658+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Penguin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addiction'/><title type='text'>Penguin Trivia</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img width="300px" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/menu_penguin-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Penguins are birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Penguins don't fly. Penguins swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Penguins lay eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Most penguin chicks have fluffy feathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Penguins live in large groups called colonies or rookery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Penguins use their wings like paddles for swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Penguins do not live at the North Pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;strong&gt; When a penguin has found its mate, they stay together for the rest of their lives&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Penguins forage in the ocean for their food, which may be fish, squid, or shrimp-like krill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Most penguins can swim about 15 miles per hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Penguins keep warm with insulating layers consisting of tightly packed feathers, air, skin, and blubber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Penguins hold their feathers tightly against their bodies to keep warm and fluff them out away from their bodies to cool off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. There are at least 18 different species of penguins. There may be as many as 100 million penguins in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Though plentiful, penguins are threatened by oil spills, water pollution, and the over harvesting of ocean fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. All penguins live in the Southern Hemisphere. Some live in Antarctica, Coast of South America, South Africa, Galapagos, Southern Australia and New Zealand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-332007582345514457?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/332007582345514457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/01/penguin-trivia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/332007582345514457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/332007582345514457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/01/penguin-trivia.html' title='Penguin Trivia'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-6925323000236981767</id><published>2009-01-28T21:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:19:51.114+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 831'/><title type='text'>Week 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Week4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BEST. WEEK. EVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday, my Mom arrived from Singapore. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/5275DD6E18D81404D803344A7874F063.gif" /&gt;She's been there for more than six months. I miss her a lot. I'm glad that she's back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;She's freakin' skinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-6925323000236981767?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/6925323000236981767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/01/week-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/6925323000236981767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/6925323000236981767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/01/week-4.html' title='Week 4'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/th_5275DD6E18D81404D803344A7874F063.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-1114804288306777383</id><published>2009-01-26T22:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T01:05:10.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insanity Strikes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weirdness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo-ness'/><title type='text'>This is not a poem</title><content type='html'>I had dreamed about a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He first looked at me.. and then I looked him.&lt;br /&gt;After some time,&lt;br /&gt;as I looked upon the faces staring at us,&lt;br /&gt;I looked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From then on, I'd never seen the boy's gaze again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still see him from time to time,&lt;br /&gt;but his eyes were far from mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by,&lt;br /&gt;I saw him gazed at me.&lt;br /&gt;The look upon his eyes is telling something&lt;br /&gt;that I merely understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's in a special place,&lt;br /&gt;waiting for someone.&lt;br /&gt;He's with the special people we both know,&lt;br /&gt;they're preparing something special.&lt;br /&gt;As a walked to that special place,&lt;br /&gt;everyone is staring..&lt;br /&gt;everyone is smiling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I go through,&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that someone else is walking beside me.&lt;br /&gt;They are not looking at me,&lt;br /&gt;they're looking at the girl beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I don't exist in their sight..&lt;br /&gt;I was invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I saw the boy,&lt;br /&gt;walking towards me..&lt;br /&gt;walking towards the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kneel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl cried.&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;br /&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;br /&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;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and I'm in pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-1114804288306777383?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/1114804288306777383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-not-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/1114804288306777383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/1114804288306777383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-not-poem.html' title='This is not a poem'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-1915657693476169404</id><published>2009-01-23T06:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T06:20:54.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 831'/><title type='text'>Week 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Week3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of my thumb holding Php500 bills. &lt;br /&gt;It was taken while I was paying for my tuition fees for prelim and midterm. I tried to have a macro shot but I don't know what happened and it turned out to be like this. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-1915657693476169404?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/1915657693476169404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/01/week-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/1915657693476169404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/1915657693476169404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/01/week-3.html' title='Week 3'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-8719095914684158774</id><published>2009-01-18T00:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T01:06:10.874+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>All Out of Love</title><content type='html'>I will be updating my site.. I am in the mood to make a new layout for this one and I hope I can finish it as soon as possible. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/happy-1.gif" /&gt; In the mean time, here are some updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My mom will be arriving this Tuesday from Singapore&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/5275DD6E18D81404D803344A7874F063.gif" /&gt;  I mentioned before that she will be coming back on February but she's quite excited... I think.. Haha! &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/lol.gif" /&gt; Just kidding. Yung kapalit niya kasi sa trabaho napaaga ng dating, kaya napaaga din yung uwi niya. Thank God! I'm rally excited. &lt;b&gt;I missed her a lot..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/frown.gif" /&gt; too bad, hindi ako kasama sa pagsundo sa kanya. Nasa San Pablo, Laguna kasi ako, duty namin. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/glare.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm loving my scarf.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/E9C45F526D1FD65F62D8492B6B0EEA9A.gif" /&gt; I bought it on Laguna last week. We had our duty there and during that time, their celebrating their fiesta and there were a lot of tiangge all around the place. We saw a stall selling scarves and we, Jaycee and I, check it out. Since it was quite cold, and it's &lt;b&gt;'buy one, take one'&lt;/b&gt;.. &lt;i&gt;splurge some cash.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/CFD7A347B98BADBE8912D9D1563DD2FE.gif" /&gt;We bought 'one'. One for me and one for her..  I really like it.. perfect for the cold weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a clean room again. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/E1A9838C4835E73C54DD6AFED8E06B4D.gif" /&gt;And an organized closet. Hahaha! Dadating na kasi si Mama kaya kailangan malinis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;For my Project 831.. I did some changes to the rules. (It's mine anyway so I can do whatever I want. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/wave.gif" /&gt; ) Anyway, I find it hard to choose a photo among the hundreds of photos I have for a week. So I decided that &lt;strong&gt;I can post two photos or more as long as its a collage.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/dance.gif" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;That would be all, I should start doing my new layout... Have a nice Sunday everyone. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/E9C45F526D1FD65F62D8492B6B0EEA9A.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;The title has nothing to do with me or my entry.. It's just the song playing while I'm typing this.. Hahaha. &lt;/sup&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-8719095914684158774?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/8719095914684158774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-out-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/8719095914684158774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/8719095914684158774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-out-of-love.html' title='All Out of Love'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/th_happy-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-6827119151899468655</id><published>2009-01-11T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:55:08.729+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 831'/><title type='text'>Week 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Week2.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been seeing lots and lots and lots of photos like this.. and I also want to make my own version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book I used for this photo is my drug handbook. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/happy-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't amazing that simple things, like this book, can actually create these kind of art?! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really amazing how imaginative and creative people are. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/5D64C54CFEDA32E7F5F126C6B90D93DE.gif" /&gt; I really like this kind of photos. The ones with heart shapes made from simple things that you can see everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this reminds me a line from 'A Walk to Remember':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I feel wonder and beauty. Joy. Love. I mean, it's -- It's the center of everything."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jamie Elizabeth Sullivan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like you can see love everywhere.. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/heart-2.gif" /&gt; even on simple things, you just have to feel it.. it's in everything, right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-6827119151899468655?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/6827119151899468655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/01/week-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/6827119151899468655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/6827119151899468655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/01/week-2.html' title='Week 2'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/th_happy-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-1775738741245051699</id><published>2009-01-07T23:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:57:38.066+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 831'/><title type='text'>Week 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Week1.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with my closet.&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen my closet this clean and organized since I entered college. I actually managed to clean it, though it took me a whole day to finish it. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/E9C45F526D1FD65F62D8492B6B0EEA9A.gif" /&gt; Oh well, its an achievement for a procrastinator like me.. I hope it would last until my birthday..&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. As if.. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/5275DD6E18D81404D803344A7874F063.gif" /&gt;Too unrealistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-1775738741245051699?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/1775738741245051699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/01/week-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/1775738741245051699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/1775738741245051699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/01/week-1.html' title='Week 1'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/th_E9C45F526D1FD65F62D8492B6B0EEA9A.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-3033309169972185673</id><published>2009-01-07T15:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:45:27.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 831'/><title type='text'>Project 831</title><content type='html'>I will be starting a project called &lt;strong&gt;Project 831,&lt;/strong&gt; inspired from &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/project_365/"&gt;Project 365.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(actually i got his from &lt;a href="http://stochastik.blogspot.com/"&gt;Xty&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/proj831.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will be posting a photo every week&lt;/strong&gt; ('cause I can't do it on a daily basis &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/tongue.gif" /&gt; ) all through this year. It's something that represents my whole week, or just something that's random: my recent addiction or one of my endless mall trips or my not-so-funny morning face or anything I could come up with... &lt;i&gt;Just one photo a week&lt;/i&gt; and that's it. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/lightbulb.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll call it Project 831 because 8-31 is my birthday &lt;i&gt;(that's August 31)&lt;/i&gt; and I won't be posting everyday so it won't be 365 days/photos,as it is described on Project 365. Plus I just love that number and I can't think of any good title for this one. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/duh.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a week behind so I'll be posting my first photo after this entry.&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like joining, feel free to begin whenever you want. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/E9C45F526D1FD65F62D8492B6B0EEA9A.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-3033309169972185673?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/3033309169972185673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/01/project-831.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/3033309169972185673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/3033309169972185673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/01/project-831.html' title='Project 831'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/th_tongue.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-6527806960612884096</id><published>2009-01-05T20:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:42:46.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo ops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Up-to-the-minute'/><title type='text'>What a Year!</title><content type='html'>It's 2009 so let me first wave a Happy Happy Happy New Year to everyone.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/5275DD6E18D81404D803344A7874F063.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be a little late.. but yeah.. because it's new year it seems that everyone is into those year-end post or year-starter post with their this-is-my-new-years'-resolution entry. I've been wandering about that too, but i can't think of a realistic one. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/sweatdrop.gif" /&gt; So I might just hop on the year-ender post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can sum up 2008 in one word.. it would be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/blog.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Though change is always present on my every day existence, I could say that this year, &lt;strong&gt;I had huge changes in my life.&lt;/strong&gt; I had always been on my safe-zone, I never got into big changes that can influence how the way I live my life. I had always been of my comfort zone for the &lt;b&gt;fear&lt;/b&gt; that whenever I hop into something new, &lt;i&gt;I might never know what's in it for me in the future.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/bummed.gif" /&gt; But then again.. it's something I can't control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there goes the changes (and highlights in 2008)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I lost my two grandfather, &lt;b&gt;Lolo Matt&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Lolo Kosme.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/cry-3.gif" /&gt; My Lolo Matt, father of my father, died last February and Lolo Kosme died last November.  I'm already missing Lolo Matt.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/cry-2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got a chance to meet (or should I say, see) some of the celebrities I really adore.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/5D64C54CFEDA32E7F5F126C6B90D93DE.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wu Chun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/i-heart-you.gif" /&gt; He went here on the Philippines last July to promote "Romantic Princess".&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/blog1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KC Concepcion. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/heart-2.gif" /&gt;I saw her last Novermber, when she went to SM Dasma for a mall show.&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/blog2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My dancing career was once again alive.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/030E364545557C4C244CAF80E7AFE538.gif" /&gt; I got &lt;strong&gt;a chance to dance with my blockmates&lt;/strong&gt; for the Nursing Week. It felt so nostalgic performing in front of a crowd. &lt;i&gt;It felt like highschool.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/smile2.gif" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/blog3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;For the the first half of the year I think I'm losing grip with some of my friends but later on I managed to get along with them like the way I used to. I think I'm just really busy thinking &lt;i&gt;(stupid things)&lt;/i&gt;.. I'm so preoccupied with useless things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My travel days are hectic. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/tongue1.gif" /&gt; Not real travelling, but I actually had lots of 'gala' last year. Had lots of mall trippings, overnights, and visits to theme parks. Most of this trips are done on the later half of the year.&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/blog4.jpg" target="blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/blog4.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;A new hair style. &lt;/b&gt;I finally got a real new hair style. I cut my hair real short. The shortest haircut I got since preschool. I really love it,&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/love-2.gif" /&gt; it's sooo refreshing.&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/blog5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My mother went to Singapore. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/cry-3.gif" /&gt; I think, I mean, &lt;i&gt;this is the biggest change that  happened last year.&lt;/i&gt; This is the first time we got separated to her, a thousand miles away. And for the longest time ever. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/frown.gif" /&gt; It's something we really don't expect, I wasn't even planned, though we really know that she is preparing in going abroad it still feels surreal. She went last June. &lt;b&gt;It's a big change for all of us in the family&lt;/b&gt; but we managed it well, aside from my father. He's the one who's really against it so it's kinda hard for him to adjust. But now, this February, she's going back here and it's one big family once again.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/nod.gif" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/blog6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Addictions and obsessions occurs N times this year.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/030E364545557C4C244CAF80E7AFE538.gif" /&gt; I lost count. &lt;strong&gt;I've been obsessed with lots of things this years.&lt;/strong&gt; It like this year is my obsession year, I've never had this intense feeling of obsession in years.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Credit card killer. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/heartbeat.gif" /&gt;I've been using my credit card like hell.. Hahaha! But I still have my limit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/04280F52979E8106F5CC80FD223AF58C.gif" /&gt; I realized that &lt;b&gt;I don't have any plans of getting married in the future.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/lol.gif" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eating becomes my refuge.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/pancake.gif" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/strawberrymilk.gif" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/onigiri.gif" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/watermelon.gif" /&gt; And I'm getting "malusog" for every freakin' second. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/grr-2.gif" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/blog7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got another ear piercing. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/04280F52979E8106F5CC80FD223AF58C.gif" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUPERFRIENDS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/heart-2.gif" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/heart-2.gif" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/heart-2.gif" /&gt; I might say, &lt;i&gt;one of the best things&lt;/i&gt; that happened last year.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/5275DD6E18D81404D803344A7874F063.gif" /&gt;I feel so blessed having them as my friends. We have different personalities but&lt;strong&gt; we all clicked.&lt;/strong&gt; We may look like mean, green, fighting machines&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/35D3280FC8259F2DF4BD75B440D3AA02.gif" /&gt;, but we're just expressing ourselves in whole, new, different manner. Everytime I'm with them, I'm always laughing and I'm always happy, &lt;b&gt;no dull moments. &lt;/b&gt;And we're not just there for good times, as well as the bad times.. I really love them.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/E9C45F526D1FD65F62D8492B6B0EEA9A.gif" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/blog8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My personality changed.. I don't know how but I just know it changed.&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/blog9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it!&lt;br /&gt;That was my year and I am praying for a better year ahead for me, my family, my friends and for everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-6527806960612884096?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/6527806960612884096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/6527806960612884096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/6527806960612884096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-year.html' title='What a Year!'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Emoticons/th_5275DD6E18D81404D803344A7874F063.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-735602402410700416</id><published>2009-01-02T15:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:21:22.952+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate Kiligera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Marathon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addiction'/><title type='text'>Deep South Glass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/SV4MrOO6hGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/pNGDQFG8f_E/s1600-h/ml.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/SV4MrOO6hGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/pNGDQFG8f_E/s400/ml.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286676949274100834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[??]&lt;/span&gt; Come, Jake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[@]&lt;/span&gt; Slow down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[??]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hurry up, Jake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[@]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Melanie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;[??] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I gotta get home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;[@] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My mom's gonna kill me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(thunder strikes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;[@] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wow, did you see that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[??]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;1,001... 1,002... 1,003...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;[@] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Well, answer the question!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;[??] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;No!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;[@] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;No, you won't answer or no, you won't marry me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;[??] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Jake Perry, I'm 10 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;[??] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I've got too much to live for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(thunder strikes again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;[@] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Not that way, you dolt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;[@] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Come on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;[??] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Wow! Cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;[@] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;It's hot. Don't touch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;[@] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;We'll be safe here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;[??] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Say's who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;[@] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Everybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;[@] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Lightning never strikes the same place twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/SV4MKyfozjI/AAAAAAAAACk/AtrCl_HCgVM/s1600-h/mel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/SV4MKyfozjI/AAAAAAAAACk/AtrCl_HCgVM/s400/mel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286676392072236594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:40px;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;Why would you want to marry me for anyhow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/SV4MYwKHRbI/AAAAAAAAACs/oEMh2x93zRQ/s1600-h/jake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/SV4MYwKHRbI/AAAAAAAAACs/oEMh2x93zRQ/s400/jake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286676631963256242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:garamond,adobe garamond;font-size:40px;"  &gt;So I can kiss you anytime I want.&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/18755367-735602402410700416?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/735602402410700416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/01/deep-south-glass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/735602402410700416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/735602402410700416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2009/01/deep-south-glass.html' title='Deep South Glass'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/SV4MrOO6hGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/pNGDQFG8f_E/s72-c/ml.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-959634278851777870</id><published>2008-12-29T18:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T23:43:11.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Attack of the Closet</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/closet2.jpg" target="blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/closet2.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil malinis na ang kwarto ko &lt;i&gt;(wala ng kalat pero magulo pa rin)&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;isusunod ko naman ang aking closet &lt;i&gt;(charing lang!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang gulo-gulo kasi ng lalagyan ko ng damit. Halu-halo na yung mga damit ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MAGULO! SOBRA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya bukas, kailangan ko na ayusin yun!&lt;br /&gt;Kailangan!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simula ata second sem, hindi ko na naayos 'tong cabinet ko. Sama-sama na lahat ng mga damit ko dun. Lagi ko kasing pinagpapabukas yung pag-aayos nun.. Ayan tuloy, tuwing magbibihis ako, lagi ko na lang hinahalungkat yung damitan ko. Ang gulo kasi. Kaya bukas, kailangan ko na talaga ayusin yun, bago man lang mag-Bagong Taon.. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-959634278851777870?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/959634278851777870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/12/attack-of-closet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/959634278851777870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/959634278851777870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/12/attack-of-closet.html' title='Attack of the Closet'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-1516752792193638776</id><published>2008-12-23T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:39:43.628+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Wishlist ver.2</title><content type='html'>It's 2 days before Christmas (well, make that one. It's almost 12 AM) and I still want to put down my wishlist. Let's not make it just for Christmas.. New Year's got a share too. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/3.gif" align="top"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually managed to make my wishlist.. a real one. :D It's better late than never.. ayt?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a pair of gladiator shoes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sunglasses, white frame&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;flash disk, 1gb&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;black shoes &lt;i&gt;(for school. my shoes... sucks!!! I need a good one for my last semester)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;headset and case for my iPod.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jacket with hood, either brown or dark green&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a new theme for blogspot and multiply&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bible&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Twilight Saga &lt;i&gt;(still can't get enough of the fever)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my camera to be fixed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a good manicure and pedicure, it's been a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;lots of love and happiness for the people I love. &lt;33&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Merry Christmas, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all the blessings in life..&lt;br /&gt;God Bless you always!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-1516752792193638776?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/1516752792193638776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/12/wishlist-ver2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/1516752792193638776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/1516752792193638776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/12/wishlist-ver2.html' title='Wishlist ver.2'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-5806742756263632561</id><published>2008-12-17T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T22:03:31.740+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insanity Strikes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Rants'/><title type='text'>Something went wrong</title><content type='html'>I think there must be something wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, I wanted to write an  entry. I have a lot of things in my mind that I want to write about. But when I start to write (or type) something, my mind feels empty, as if someone erased all the thoughts I have in mind. And this entry is one the best example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to write something about my wishlist. This time, it's for real.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to write something about the Twilight Mania and how I am sooo into it.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to write something about some people who got into my nerves recently.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to write something about graduation.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to write something about ....my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, there are so many things that I want to write about. The thing here is, I don't know how to put it in words let alone to start writing about it. I really, really that think there must be something wrong with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find out what it is, as soon as possible. I need to recollect my so-called "skills" on blogging. I need to write some sensible. I need to blog more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-5806742756263632561?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/5806742756263632561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/12/something-went-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/5806742756263632561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/5806742756263632561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/12/something-went-wrong.html' title='Something went wrong'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-8179628810187346003</id><published>2008-12-07T22:26:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T23:36:49.082+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LSS'/><title type='text'>I can't be who you are..</title><content type='html'>I never realized that my eye bags had already become a luggage.  &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/35.gif" /&gt; Well, blame it on the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nandito sa bahay si Jenny kanina and she was looking at my pictures on my phone. And the suddenly she blurted out,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:30px;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;"Bhe, ang laki ng eyebag mo dito?!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was just like,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:30px;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;"Uhmm, oo e.. Puyat kasi lagi."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, hindi ko na pinapansin kung ano mang pagbabago ang nangyayari sa katawan ko. Whether tumataba ba ako, or marami ba akong pimples, or kung lumalaki ba yung eye bags ko. I mean, it's not a big deal anymore. Hindi na katulad nung highschool na dapat laging maayos yung itsura ko. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/4.gif" alt="sengihnampakgigi" title="sengihnampakgigi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko naman talaga napapansin yung mga bagay-bagay na yun, maliban na lang kung may magsasabi sakin. At isang bagay na laging na napupuna sa 'kin at ang laging linya nila..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center  style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:45px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Yvette, tumataba ka ata?!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine, keber ko kung mataba na ko.. At least my pwet na ko.. Hahahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;the title doesn't mean anything.. Na-LSS lang ako sa "Leave Out All The Rest" ng Linkin Park! Wohooo! Twiligh madness..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-8179628810187346003?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/8179628810187346003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-cant-be-who-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/8179628810187346003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/8179628810187346003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-cant-be-who-you-are.html' title='I can&apos;t be who you are..'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-3621360207912074126</id><published>2008-12-06T22:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:21:54.572+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate Kiligera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Marathon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fangirl-ing'/><title type='text'>Vampire's Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="marjyeneth" author_possessive="marjyeneth's"&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;"&gt;Reason why a lot of girls loooooooooove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:garamond,adobe garamond;font-size:30px;"  &gt;Edward Anthony Masen Cullen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A normal guy would say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edward would say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:garamond,adobe garamond;" &gt;"You are my life now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;As you leave the house,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a normal guy would say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Bye. See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Edward would say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:garamond,adobe garamond;font-size:30px;"  &gt;"Hurry back to me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;While you've gone far away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a normal guy would say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Edward would say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:garamond,adobe garamond;font-size:30px;"  &gt;"It's like you've taken half myself with you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;If you die,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a normal guy would find another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-style: italic;font-family:garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30px;"&gt;"Edward would kill himself 'cause life without you isn't worth living."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-3621360207912074126?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/3621360207912074126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/11/vampires-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/3621360207912074126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/3621360207912074126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/11/vampires-love.html' title='Vampire&apos;s Love'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-4065044499885338238</id><published>2008-12-03T11:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T23:33:10.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insanity Strikes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Rants'/><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30px;"&gt;Everything seems to be broken..&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;br /&gt;and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seem to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/2.gif" alt="sedih" title="sedih" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/2.gif" alt="sedih" title="sedih" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-4065044499885338238?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/4065044499885338238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/12/broken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/4065044499885338238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/4065044499885338238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/12/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-3772840954736259021</id><published>2008-11-23T17:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T20:29:59.162+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Matters'/><title type='text'>Wishlist</title><content type='html'>Not so long ago.. I decided to make my own wishlist. I got inspired from &lt;a href="http://sassychique.net/" target="blank"&gt;sassychique's&lt;/a&gt; post. So mega isip naman ako kung ano ba ang gusto ko sa darating na pasko. Usually, hindi naman ako gumagawa ng wishlist for Christmas, kaya di ko alam kung paano ako magsisimula.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/102.gif" align="top" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after some few minutes, few hours... few days, hindi pa rin ako nakakapag-isip ng gusto ko. May bagay naman akong gustong makuha for this Christmas pero parang hindi naman siya dapat isama sa wishlist. At yung mga nasa wishlist ko 'kuno' e parang ginaya ko lang sa ibang tao. So hindi rin ako makagawa. Then I asked myself,&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/39.gif" align="top" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ano ba talaga ang gusto ko ngayong pasko?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised parang hindi pala material na bagay ang gusto. Sa dami ng iniisip kong material bagay, no one fits for the title na "gift". &lt;u&gt;It's like I don't like &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt; for this Christmas...&lt;/u&gt; Then one day, our section decided to have an exchange gift for Christmas. Nung nagtanungan na kung ano yung gustong gift.. 'penguin' agad yung pumasok sa isip ko.. (penguin stuffed toy ha!) :D Anyway, pero nung tinanong na talaga ako kung ano.. I just said.. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13px;"&gt;"a plane ticket to Singapore, pupuntahan ko si Mama!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/4.gif" align="top" /&gt; Too much for a P300 worth of gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it just came out naturally. I miss my mom soooo much. Kahit di naman obvious, miss ko na talaga siya. Kahit na sabihin ko pang ka-text ko siya halos araw-araw, &lt;b&gt;iba pa rin talaga yung kasama namin siya.&lt;/b&gt; Iba pa rin yung nakakausap siya ng harapan. Sobrang namimiss ko na siya. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/2.gif" align="top" /&gt; I want to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namimiss ko yung..&lt;br /&gt;- pinipisil-pisil ko yung bilbil niya. (kaya lang ngayon di ko na mapipisil yun, sexy na siya ngayon)&lt;br /&gt;- pag ginagabi ako ng uwi, text siya ng text.. tapos pag dating ko ng bahay, gising pa rin siya, &lt;i&gt;hinihintay ako.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- pag magtsi-tsismis siya sakin ng kung anu-ano tungkol sa palengke.&lt;br /&gt;- pupunta kami ng SM tapos mag-wiwindow shopping lang.&lt;br /&gt;- pag binabara ko siya sabay kukutusan niya ko.&lt;br /&gt;- magluluto siya ng bagong dish mula sa cookbook.. ang sarap.&lt;br /&gt;- pag hinihiram ko yung mga accesories niya, tapos hindi ko na ibabalik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything about her.&lt;br /&gt;And just the thought of it made me cry at this moment. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/20.gif" align="top" /&gt; I really miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By December 8, six months na siyang nasa Singapore. Six months na namin siyang hindi kasama. Six months ko na siyang namimiss. Sobrang namimiss ko na siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/DSC01081.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to be with her this Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;...but it's impossible. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just wish her to be always safe and healthy. And I pray that she'll always be happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; And I know, 18 months is not that long..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ma, see you in 18 months.. Or who knows, it may be sooner than what we expect.. I'll fly to you.. Love you, Ma! I miss you soooooo much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-3772840954736259021?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/3772840954736259021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/11/wishlist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/3772840954736259021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/3772840954736259021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/11/wishlist.html' title='Wishlist'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-6282001172883812725</id><published>2008-11-16T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:09:22.070+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Answers</title><content type='html'>I've been wanting to answer some of the questions left for me from my friends and my cousin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time, nung nag back read si Angel (my cousin) ng mga entries, natuwa naman ako dun sa mga comment niya.. Ang sarap tuloy balikan nung mga entries ko. Ang sarap din sagutin lahat nung mga tanong niya dun sa mga post ko, sa kasamaang palad yung iba un e di ko na masyado maalala..  Anyway, just to answer some... yung mga recent na lang.. (not the exact questions, just the thought)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;strong&gt;May probelema ka ba?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Wala po. &lt;i&gt;Brue, wala naman akong problema..&lt;/i&gt; Well, tamang problema lang.. the usuals, sa pag-aaral, sa pagiging nars, at sa kung anu-ano pa.. Pero wala naman akong matinding probelma ngayon.. I'm fine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Para kanino or para saan yung previous post mo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Para sa isang nakalipas na pangyayari, may kinalaman 'to sa &lt;a href="http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/09/relax-lang-di-yun-totoo.html" target="blank"&gt;dati kong post.&lt;/a&gt; Medyo, nawiwirduhan lang talaga ako sa naramdaman ko. Pero okay naman ako, exaggeration lang yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Saan yung lugar na gusto at ayaw mong puntahan?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Clue.. Yes! Yes! Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, konti lang pala...&lt;br /&gt;Tinatamad na ako maghanap ng questions e, inaantok na ako.. At may duty pa ako bukas, 6am.. Good luck naman sakin.. Good night everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-6282001172883812725?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/6282001172883812725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/11/answers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/6282001172883812725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/6282001172883812725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/11/answers.html' title='Answers'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-5087439881153399028</id><published>2008-11-09T18:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T00:44:16.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insanity Strikes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo-ness'/><title type='text'>Too + Too</title><content type='html'>My post from &lt;a href="http://marjyeneth.multiply.com/journal"&gt;Multiply.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/squared.jpg" width="450px" border=0&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-5087439881153399028?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/5087439881153399028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/11/too-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/5087439881153399028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/5087439881153399028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/11/too-too.html' title='Too + Too'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-6955103665035556392</id><published>2008-11-08T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T23:34:35.160+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>It turns three</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/2199zb5.jpg" width="200px"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my blog's third birthday. Happy Birthday, smooochies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it. Tatlong taon nang buhay 'tong blog ko. Tatlong taon ko na rin ibinabahagi sa mundo ang buhay ko. Kahit wala akong maraming readers, masaya pa rin dahil kahit papano ay may nakikibasa sa buhay ko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang laki ng naitutulong sakin nitong blog ko. Dito ko madalas inilalabas yung mga hinakit ko sa buhay, kaya halos puro reklamo yung mga entries ko. Pero hindi naman lahat ay reklamo lang.. Pag masaya ako, inilalagay ko rin yun dito. And anything and everything under the sun, whatever my mood is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, matagal-tagal pa ang pagsamahan natin kaya keep it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAKENROL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling ko magpapalit na naman ako ng theme. May naisip akong theme na pwedeng gawin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-6955103665035556392?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/6955103665035556392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-turns-three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/6955103665035556392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/6955103665035556392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-turns-three.html' title='It turns three'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-2276396917458747344</id><published>2008-11-04T23:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:12:27.952+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends 4ever'/><title type='text'>I'm sorry for not being there</title><content type='html'>Some of my friends are hurting and I'm not there for them.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/20.gif" alt="nangih" title="nangih" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I've became invisible &lt;s&gt;to&lt;/s&gt; for my friends. It seems like I don't exist. I'm just alive on the cyberspace. That was the only way I had contacted them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really want to say sorry to all of my friends, way back there.. You know who you are. I don't know what happened to me. I just don't want you to be burdened by my problems, that's all.  But in the long run it seemed like I've been pushing away myself from you. I'm really sorry for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;...but sometimes I felt like there's something that's keeping me from opening up to you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what t is but I hope to get rid of that, ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,&lt;br /&gt;I want you all guys to know that I'm still here.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still the same Yvette you used to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My friendship with you is the best thing that ever happened in my life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hope that everything will be fine soon, for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;I want to meet all of you soon. I really miss you a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-2276396917458747344?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/2276396917458747344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-sorry-for-not-being-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/2276396917458747344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/2276396917458747344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-sorry-for-not-being-there.html' title='I&apos;m sorry for not being there'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-5221818794471518501</id><published>2008-10-28T09:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T09:58:00.637+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weirdness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo-ness'/><title type='text'>Nowhere.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:140%;"&gt;May lugar ako na gusto kong puntahan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lugar kung saan, sasaya ako&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayoko kong pumunta dun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kasi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ito rin yung lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na masasaktan ako..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-5221818794471518501?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/5221818794471518501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/10/nowhere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/5221818794471518501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/5221818794471518501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/10/nowhere.html' title='Nowhere.'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-8667554856171385936</id><published>2008-10-26T22:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T00:56:20.947+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weirdness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Series Mania'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><title type='text'>Bruise Almighty</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/DSC01105.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, from nowhere. I don't know where I got it.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was sitting here in front of my laptop and then suddenly I noticed a small skin discoloration on my left leg, near my knee. I pushed it a little and to my surprise, it does hurt.. &lt;strong&gt;It was a bruise.&lt;/strong&gt; Haha, I don't even know I have a bruise, poor girl. I don't know exactly where I got it but maybe &lt;u&gt;I got it when we were swimming at Taytay.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda big deal to me because I'm not a person who can easily get bruises after some simple impacts. &lt;strong&gt;My tissues are pretty strong, I think.&lt;/strong&gt; So maybe this one is pretty hard but I didn't really notice it. The same thing with cuts, I can't notice if I have a cut on my fingers not until I use alcohol. It just suddenly stings. Sometimes, I'd be surprised that I'm bleeding, well not much, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, &lt;i&gt;I'm just not careful so I ended up having bruises and cuts, without me knowing it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...then I just suddenly thought of &lt;strong&gt;Claire Bennet from Heroes.&lt;/strong&gt; I wish I would heal just like her. &lt;b&gt;Rapid cell regeneration... COOL!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(I'm just getting addicted with Heroes, so bear with me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-8667554856171385936?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/8667554856171385936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/10/bruise-almighty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/8667554856171385936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/8667554856171385936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/10/bruise-almighty.html' title='Bruise Almighty'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-3468268613996824577</id><published>2008-10-18T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T23:11:43.754+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>Well, yeah...</title><content type='html'>I will never ever forget this thought.. I got this from the Taiwanese series &lt;i&gt;"Devil Beside You".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"...there aren't any genuinely bad people.&lt;br /&gt;When people do bad,&lt;br /&gt;it's an inability to communicate&lt;br /&gt;that caused them to hurt others."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-3468268613996824577?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/3468268613996824577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/10/well-yeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/3468268613996824577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/3468268613996824577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/10/well-yeah.html' title='Well, yeah...'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-3459510836503678157</id><published>2008-10-13T21:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T23:13:33.443+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo ops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Blues'/><title type='text'>Pierced</title><content type='html'>My &lt;strong&gt;fascination with earrings&lt;/strong&gt; never stops. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in highschool, I got my first extra piercing.. on the CARTILAGE. And just a week a go, I got another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/DSC00216.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this when me and my friends went to TriNoma, this is done at Silverworks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the rocker type of girl &lt;strong&gt;but having extra piercings wouldn't hurt..&lt;/strong&gt; Well it does, but only on the first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all on my left ear. And I think this would be the last piercing, &lt;i&gt;it's enough for me.&lt;/i&gt; I will let my right ear untouched for extra earrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love how it looks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-3459510836503678157?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/3459510836503678157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/10/pierced.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/3459510836503678157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/3459510836503678157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/10/pierced.html' title='Pierced'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-4932111324100759308</id><published>2008-10-12T09:10:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T01:45:33.805+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate Kiligera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daydreaming'/><title type='text'>Sino si Patrick?!</title><content type='html'>Isang araw, ako ay nasa Batangas.. May party or okasyon na ipinagdiriwang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa tabi ng bahay namin, may isang field kung saan may nagaganap na program. Parang it's a sport event or parang intamurals sponsored by Shell. May mga motocycles, may mga athletes at may mga pep squad. Ang daming audience. Parang kalahating soccer field yung itsura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/interior_bowl_revb_wideweb__470x323.jpg" height="200px"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papasok ako sa bahay, sa likod ako dadaan. On my way there, nakikita ko yung mga athletes na naghahanda sa isang game. Tapos may mga motorcycle na nag-re-race. Tapos may nakita akong isang pila, naka-jersey sila, so I assume na players sila ng basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naglalakad ako papasok ng bahay, nung mapansin ko yung isang player sa dulo ng linya.&lt;br /&gt;His jersey number was 18.&lt;br /&gt;Naaaninag ko yung apelyido niya pero hindi ko mabasa, blurred.&lt;br /&gt;He looked so familiar.&lt;br /&gt;Nakita ko na talaga siya before pero something's telling me na hindi ko siya kilala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos tumingin siya sa 'kin, I smiled a little then I think I saw him smiled back at me. At kinilig naman ako.&lt;br /&gt;Pero it was so fast, split-second, the time that he smiled, I think yung left eye ko lang yung nakakita.. Pumasok na kasi ako nung bahay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumiretso ako ng sala, nandun yung mga kapatid ko nanunuod ng TV. Parang di nila nararamdaman na may program sa tabi ng bahay. Tumingin ako sa bintana, Nakita ko yung stage, parang may concert, pero dun sa tabi ng bintana, nakita ko ung pila nung mga players. Tapos pumunta ako ng terrace, umabot dun yun pila nung players. Halos lahat nung nandun sa bahay, parang hindi nila nararamdaman yung program na nagaganap sa tabi ng bahay namin. Casual lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, bumalik na ako sa kusina para kumain. After ko kumain, ready for dessert. Kumukuha ako ng ice cream then biglang may pumasok sa kusina. It was him, yung last guy sa pila. Yung nag-smile sakin. Parang iinom siya ng tubig kasi may hawak niyang Nike bottle. Di ko tinitingnan yung mukha niya, casual lang, parang "sige lang, kuha ka lang ng tubig". (Pero kinikilig na ko ng mga oras na 'to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/0620_Ice_Cream.gif" height="200px"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang naglalakad siya papasok, nakikita ko sa peripheral vision ko na nakatingin siya sakin, kahit nung time na tiningnan ko kung ano yung hawak niya, I know na nakatingin siya sakin. Tapos, lumapit siya sakin. He's not saying a word, so binigyan ko na lang siya ng ice cream. That was the time na nakita ko talaga na nakatingin siya sa sakin, so umiwas na lang ako ng tingin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos biglang may parating, naririnig ko parang ibinubulong niya na, "not now, not now".. Then pumasok yung mga lola at tita ko, then pumunta na yung guy dun sa table. Nag-uusap kami nung lola ko, at feeling ko may nakatitig sakin, so tiningnan ko yung buong kitchen at boom, yung guy nakatitig siya sakin. Hindi yung titig na nakakatako ha. It was different. Nakakilig yung titig niya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then fast forward..&lt;br /&gt;Pep squad pala siya. So I watched him, pero di ko siya makita kasi nandun ako sa dulo, sa likod. Ang weird, pero ako lang mag-isa yung nandun, the rest nasa audience na sa taas ko.&lt;br /&gt;(I was smiling the whole time, nung pinapanood ko sila)&lt;br /&gt;Then meron silang move na by partners, tapos nagpapalit-palit sila ng partners, umiikot sila, yung parang Cadena de Amor sa prom.. Then nung isang ikot, nakita ko na siya, nakangiti siya at nakatingin siya sakin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biglang may tumawag sakin, hindi ko sila kilala pero that time parang sobrang close ako sa kanila. Then bago ako umalis sa kinauupuan ko. Tiningnan ko pa yung guy, he has the expression na: "teka lang, wag ka muna umalis". Then it felt so kilig. Pero umalis pa rin ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/philippine_supermarket_aisle_02.jpg" height="200px"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The setting changed, biglang nasa supermarket na. Yung mga tumatawag sakin, they treat na parang pamangkin nila ko, ako yung pinamimili nila kung ano yung magandang hipon na nandun. Weird. Tapos nakita ko yung family ko, nasa isang stall sila, and yung stall na yun nagbibigay ng free taste. At take note, yung free taste nila, isang malaking bowl per person.. So pwede mong kainin while you're shopping. Dahil nga huli na ako dumating dun, dinala ko na lang yung bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang nasa supermarket kami, one family caught my attention, di ko alam kung bakit pero tinitingnan ko lang sila. Nasa isang stall sin sila for free taste (isang plato naman yung dito) They have two sons, yung isa halos ka-age ko, then yung isa mga 11 or 12. Then napansin ko yung guy na ka-age ko, na nakatalikod, parang yung player dun sa bahay namin. Then habang papalapit kami sa kanila.. oh my, siya nga. Boom! Ang weird pero parang ayaw kong makita niya ako. Buti na lang, lumiko kami sa isang isle sa supermarket. Pero napansin niya pa rin ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ko na lang masyado iniisip yun, feeling ko, nagkataon lang yun at wala ng iba pa, so diretso na lang kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung papunta na kami sa isle nung mga gamit sa panlinis, nagkasalubong yung family niya at family ko. Casual lang. Pero nakatingin siya sakin, with a smile on his face (Oh my, he's so dreamy! His smile can melt me!) Then, tumigil kami, tapos tumigil din sila.. During that time, ubos ko na yung nasa bowl ko, ibabalik ko na yung bowl, then napansin ko na ubos na rin yung nandun sa plate nila kaya kinuha ko na rin, tapos bigla-bigla na lang yung little broher niya (I suppose) bigla na lang akong hinawakan at sasamahan niya daw ako. So, okay! Binalik na namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/cashshh.jpg" height="200px"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos nung pagbalik ko, magbabayad na sila.. Ang galing, kami mismo yung nag-scan nung mga products, binabatayan lang kami nung mga cashier ladies. :D Tapos sila,yung guy, nagbabayad na rin sila, pero mas nauna kaming natapos kaya umalis na agad kami. So siyempre, nilingon ko pa siya ulit.. Pero di niya ko nakita. After namin sumakay ng sasakyan, saka niya lang napansin na nakaalis na kami. Tapos ang weird, naririnig ko yung mga sinasabi niya. "I missed the chance. Baka hindi ko na siya makita ulit" blah blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the scene changes...&lt;br /&gt;Paakyat ako ng bus, sa pangalawa bago mag-dulo ako naka-upo.. So diretso lang.. Yung mga nasa bus, yung mga kaklase ko sa EAC. May field trip yata kami. Ayun, nakita ko na yung upuan ko. To my surprise, yung tao na nasa harapan ko, e yung guy na yun. Kasama namin siya sa bus at nasa harap ko siya.. Oh my, sasabog na yung puso ko. Mega kilig ever. Per siyempre, patay malisya tayo. smile lang onti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/55bus_inside1.jpg" height="200px"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos yung nasa left side nung inuupuan ko, si Auwie.. :D Tapos kakilala niya yung guy.. Tinawag niya yung guy, pero di ko narinig yung pangalan niya. Anyway, dahil nga nasa harapan ko siya, at gusto kong itago yung kilig ko, nagtakip na lang ako ng kumot. Tapos, tumingin ako kay Auwie, may sinasabi niya pero di ko maintindihan, tungkol yung dun sa guy.. Ayun, natulog na lang ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natutulog ako, pero nararamdaman ko na nakatingin yung guy sakin.. (Oh my, take me out in here, matutunaw na ko!) Tapos all of a sudden tumigil ung bus, at bumaba ako ng bus.. Sinundan ako ni Auwie, sabay sabi, "Crush ka ni Patrick!"&lt;br /&gt;So... Patrick pala yung pangalan niya.. (Sino si Patrick?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/in_love_by_XxsweeetyXx.jpg" height="200px"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Crush ka ni Patrick!"&lt;br /&gt;Parang nagpanting yung tenga ko. Like, what!?!??!&lt;br /&gt;Pero yung reaction ko kay Auwie.. "Uhmm, okay!" Tapos dire-diretso lang ako ng lakad.. Oh my sasabog na yung puso ko.. Super kinilig talaga ako nun.. Parang anytime lilipad na ko.. Cloud Nine effect..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[At dyan natapos yung kilig.. the rest puro weird na]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Korean-drama-Full-House-poster-1.jpg" height="200px"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang naglalakad ako, may nakita akong nagbabasketball, isang babae at isang lalake, may kalaro silang tatlong bata. Paglapit ko, si Rain at Song Hye Kyo.. At nagtatagalog sila.. Tapos biglang bumuhos ang ulan, sumilong kami sa isang waiting shade.. Pero kailangan ko na talagang umalis, kaya sumugod na ko sa ulan.. At kasama kong umalis si Song Hye Kyo.. Takbo lang.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos nakita ko yung sasakyan ni Nicki. Sumakay ako dun.. Si Mark yung nagda-drive. Katabi niya si Cate. Tapos Apat kami sa likod, si Jaycee, Phoebe, Ako at Nicki. Tapos sa likod namin, andun si TJ at Robin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/starbucks.jpg" height="200px"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papunta daw kami ng NLEX para mag-Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun.. Tapos nagising na ako..&lt;br /&gt;Ang haba ng panaginip ko, Pero sobrang linaw niya.. Naaalala ko lahat ng mga nangyari.. At pati yung feeling ko nung kinikilig ako ramdam na ramdam ko.. Hanggang ngayon kinikilig pa rin ako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang tanong:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;"Sino si Patrick?!"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-4932111324100759308?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/4932111324100759308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/10/long-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/4932111324100759308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/4932111324100759308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/10/long-story.html' title='Sino si Patrick?!'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-7547625674216534059</id><published>2008-10-06T01:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T02:42:52.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreamland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>I'm lost and I'm stuck.</title><content type='html'>It's been ages since I wrote something about my dreams. December of last year to be exact. &lt;strong&gt;It looks like I had stopped dreaming since then. :(&lt;/strong&gt; Looking back at my previous entries for the last 9 months, it was all just venting out. It was full of complaints about my life, about how to live my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while a go, I was just like: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Whoa, is it that long since I posted something about my dreams?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I used to write a lot about my dreams, but I think I really changed a lot.. not for the better but for the worse. I will always remember the things that my professor told us about change, &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Change is inevitable, but make sure you always change for the better, not for the worse."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; I think I did go for the latter. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what happened. I don't why it happened. I don't know how it happen. I felt like I was in a deep slumber and then woke up in this kind of situation. I've become someone who just goes with the flow. &lt;i&gt;I've became passive.&lt;/i&gt; It seems like I've lost everything that I had 4 years ago (almost)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Flashback*&lt;br /&gt;(almost) 4 years ago, I was like: &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Welcome world! I'm ready for your power. Let everything, (challenges, friendship, problems, confusion, love and everything in between ) came my way.. I'm ready to face the reality. I'm ready to face the real world. I'm in full battle gear. Let's get it on!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; That's they spirit I had 4 years ago.. Ready for college.. Ready for the world. That &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(almost) 4 years later, the tables had turned. I am a scared cat. I'm unaware of all the things that's happening to me. I'm always confused and I lack self-confidence. I had stopped learning and I just pray for my food. Now, that's exaggeration. Well, but yeah, I think I'm really not myself right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know that I can do better. I know that I can work well. I know that I can do things my way. &lt;strong&gt;I KNOW I CAN.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;It's just me not doing the things I know I can.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to say things that I should do 'cause I can easily get disappointed if it doesn't happen causing me not to go on anymore. I always get stucked when these things doesn't happen. I ended up doing this kind of entry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to go on with my life and do things positively.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-7547625674216534059?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/7547625674216534059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-lost-and-im-stuck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/7547625674216534059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/7547625674216534059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-lost-and-im-stuck.html' title='I&apos;m lost and I&apos;m stuck.'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-3267051025141082435</id><published>2008-10-03T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T00:34:07.099+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weirdness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Series Mania'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate Kiligera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Marathon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Rants'/><title type='text'>If this is love.. pour me another glass.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/vlcsnap-302346-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was Tommy 'the Gun' Thornton.. of course &lt;b&gt;Landon Carter from 'A Walk to Remember'.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been indulging myself with movies (and of course series). And in what genre--&lt;strong&gt;Romance.&lt;/strong&gt; I've been re-watching some of my favorite series.. way back from 'Meteor Garden' Until now, I still got those goosebumps from watching all those flicks. I still have the &lt;strong&gt;I-can-feel-that-this-is-a-beautiful-love-story&lt;/strong&gt; sign in my hands, when lovely scenes came up.. With no apparent reason, I just want to watch all of those all over again. Maybe because of the events that happened around me, that's why I'm into mushy-cheesy mode again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"So this is love..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toni Gonzaga on my background, singing 'I've Fallen for You'&lt;br /&gt;What's with the love?&lt;br /&gt;People around me just starts to get busy with love. It's like love comes their way and everything just change. I'm happy for them, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*PAUSE.*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I think love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just around the corner.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*STOP*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ko na matuloy 'tong post ko, nawala na sa isip ko yung ipopost ko about sa love. :P Maybe next time.. I'll elaborate more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Off topic]&lt;br /&gt;I need to go sleep. My final exams are just few hours away..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-3267051025141082435?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/3267051025141082435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-this-is-love-pour-me-another-glass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/3267051025141082435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/3267051025141082435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-this-is-love-pour-me-another-glass.html' title='If this is love.. pour me another glass.'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-1228741094211576514</id><published>2008-09-26T08:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:51:31.607+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insanity Strikes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Rants'/><title type='text'>In fairness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Bago pa man ipauso ni&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;Blair Waldorf (of Gossip Girl)&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;ang mga&lt;/font&gt; super laki na ribbon &lt;font size="3"&gt;as headband... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;May nauna pa pala sa kanya..&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Look..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://marjyeneth.multiply.com/photos/album/6/this_is_me...then#3"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/33/photos/6/500x500/3/8.JPG?et=cmKEbGRG%2B9iM1p%2BtkqJAug&amp;nmid=6008786" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://marjyeneth.multiply.com/photos/album/6/this_is_me...then#91"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/14/photos/6/500x500/91/image0011.JPG?et=CtPXpVmXbG9f96J58u6tdQ&amp;nmid=6008786" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://marjyeneth.multiply.com/photos/album/6/this_is_me...then#29"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/28/photos/6/500x500/29/10.JPG?et=6W4zLiZLZjC1P7BRHI8v6A&amp;nmid=6008786" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Ano?! laban ka pa... &lt;br&gt;Talo pa si Minnie Mouse.&lt;br&gt;Hahaha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/660MinnieMouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-1228741094211576514?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/1228741094211576514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-fairness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/1228741094211576514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/1228741094211576514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-fairness.html' title='In fairness...'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-348873594237778721</id><published>2008-09-22T06:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T06:21:36.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Rants'/><title type='text'>I'm Sick</title><content type='html'>Not really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/llll.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has become my problem lately. I indulge myself infront of the laptop for wee hours. And what am I doing... just surfing the net. Err. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, sleeping. Though I surf a lot, I also sleep a lot. I sleep everywhere. At school, at the jeepney, at the bus, and I can even sleep while walking. I sleep too much I even skipped some classes because I overslept. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look, I even sleep beside my laptop. This is too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things need to stop. Its ruining my life now. I need to stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-348873594237778721?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/348873594237778721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/348873594237778721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/348873594237778721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-sick.html' title='I&apos;m Sick'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-5520767988862970365</id><published>2008-09-14T22:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T09:52:26.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo ops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Blues'/><title type='text'>Nursing Week '08</title><content type='html'>Last September 11-13, 2008 ay naganap ang Nursing Week sa EAC. Eto lang yung nakita kong Nursing Week na three days lang.. Hahaha.. "week" nga e.. Toinks talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think eto na yata yung &lt;b&gt;pinakamasaya kong college week sa buong college life ko.&lt;/b&gt; Sobrang nag-enjoy talaga ako. Halos lahat yata ng activities e sinalihan ng section namin. Sadyang kinareer na namin 'tong Nursing Week na 'to. Sihuro dahil ito na rin yung magiging last Nursing week namin (hopefully!:D) kaya talagang itinodo na namin. As in, career talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/4/photos/265/1200x1200/37/CIMG5468.JPG?et=BaTO4Mil5I%2CY2UdikIB6gA&amp;amp;nmid=115235465"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/4/photos/265/1200x1200/37/CIMG5468.JPG?et=BaTO4Mil5I%2CY2UdikIB6gA&amp;amp;nmid=115235465" width="450" border=0/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ang isa pa sa pinaka-dahilan kung bakit enjoy dahil nagkaisa talaga ang buong Section 2. &lt;strong&gt;Todo cheer, todo sigaw.. todo suporta talaga sa isa't-isa.&lt;/strong&gt; Kahit na wala kaming naipanalo sa lahat ng sinalihan namin, panalo pa rin ang Section 2 sa puso ko. &lt;u&gt;One of the best experience with them.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Go Seniors! Go L8 Comers! Go Section 2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa sports, kasali kami sa halos lahat ng sports.. Badminton, Swimming, Volleyball at Basketball. Meron pang iba kaya lang nakalimutan ko na. At saka ang napanood ko lang e yung volleyball.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/2/photos/265/1200x1200/132/DSC04660.JPG?et=nupMkouJ1lxsz87UgXdVWg&amp;amp;nmid=115235465" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/2/photos/265/1200x1200/132/DSC04660.JPG?et=nupMkouJ1lxsz87UgXdVWg&amp;amp;nmid=115235465" width="450" border=0 /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Volleyball Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Ang kulit ng laro nila. Okay lang kahit di sila nanalo, kasi ba naman, may ex-varsity dun sa kalaban nila. Kaya ayun, pinaluan sila ng pinaluan ng bola. Pero.. *singing* &lt;span style="font-size:120%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"okay lang! Okay, okay lang.. Cute naman!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/4/photos/265/1200x1200/74/DSC04652.JPG?et=PdudHKgYREPoGuBcV2EJkg&amp;amp;nmid=115235465" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/4/photos/265/1200x1200/74/DSC04652.JPG?et=PdudHKgYREPoGuBcV2EJkg&amp;amp;nmid=115235465" width="450"  border=0 /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Volleyball Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;My ever dearest teammates. :D Enjoy lang yung game. Super dikit nung laban. As in. Nung 1st set, talo kami by one point. Tapos nung 2nd set, okay na sana e.. Makakahabol pa sana kami, kasi sobrang dikit ng scores,  nung nagkaroon ng commotion tungkol sa net ball. Error daw yun pag sa service yung net ball. Ayun, nasira yung momentum ni Auwie, outside na yung service niya. Anyway, we still enjoyed it kaya panalo pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/4/photos/265/1200x1200/123/DSC04786.JPG?et=h%2CDacbKDnJrW2qWSFZ5vRw&amp;amp;nmid=115235465" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/4/photos/265/1200x1200/123/DSC04786.JPG?et=h%2CDacbKDnJrW2qWSFZ5vRw&amp;amp;nmid=115235465" width="450"  border=0/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The L8 Comers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Dancers ng section 2. I love this. Our presentation for &lt;b&gt;"Nurses Got Talents". &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;We really do have talents. =)&lt;/i&gt; Wohooo! Sa muling pagkakataon ay nakasayaw ulit ako. Medyo nostalgic pa ga nung practice kasi namimiss ko nung highschool. Sobrang na-enjoy ko 'to. Mula nung practice hanggang dun sa mismong presentation. I enjoyed dancing. We all enjoyed it. I think, that's the best part. Kahit hindi man kami nagwagi.. at least we give our best at sobrag nag-enjoy talaga ako. More photos during our dance [di ako kita kasi nasa likod ako!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/4/photos/265/1200x1200/121/DSC04783.JPG?et=VnBPf9Fl18D95%2B9zH0ZukQ&amp;amp;nmid=115235465" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/4/photos/265/1200x1200/121/DSC04783.JPG?et=VnBPf9Fl18D95%2B9zH0ZukQ&amp;amp;nmid=115235465" width="225"  border=0/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/4/photos/265/1200x1200/102/DSC04730.JPG?et=lQ9Y1ZOwurf5sEK8Ziri4g&amp;amp;nmid=115235465" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/4/photos/265/1200x1200/102/DSC04730.JPG?et=lQ9Y1ZOwurf5sEK8Ziri4g&amp;amp;nmid=115235465" width="225"  border=0/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/4/photos/265/1200x1200/118/DSC04776.JPG?et=0orNcz7w9M4OUvWzycCY%2Bw&amp;amp;nmid=115235465" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/4/photos/265/1200x1200/118/DSC04776.JPG?et=0orNcz7w9M4OUvWzycCY%2Bw&amp;amp;nmid=115235465" width="225"  border=0/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/4/photos/265/1200x1200/117/DSC04770.JPG?et=HiyAEyi5%2CEtuI7Lc6FiZ7Q&amp;amp;nmid=115235465" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/4/photos/265/1200x1200/117/DSC04770.JPG?et=HiyAEyi5%2CEtuI7Lc6FiZ7Q&amp;amp;nmid=115235465" width="225"  border=0/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/4/photos/265/1200x1200/103/DSC04731.JPG?et=0JxfG4j3OJ1wl55I%2C5RBvQ&amp;amp;nmid=115235465" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/4/photos/265/1200x1200/103/DSC04731.JPG?et=0JxfG4j3OJ1wl55I%2C5RBvQ&amp;amp;nmid=115235465" width="225"  border=0/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/4/photos/265/1200x1200/124/DSC04788.JPG?et=qF4fNn7IG95rcDCeWcnBvg&amp;amp;nmid=115235465" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/4/photos/265/1200x1200/124/DSC04788.JPG?et=qF4fNn7IG95rcDCeWcnBvg&amp;amp;nmid=115235465" width="225"  border=0/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan, sadyang kinareer na talaga namin. Super enjoy talaga. One of the best. C'mon. :D One thing is for sure, &lt;u&gt;kahit na magkakaiba kami ng mga personality, one this is the same.. &lt;strong&gt;CAMWHORES! SUPAH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Sobrang addict talaga namin sa pictures. Sa dami ng may camera, di ko na alam kung saan titingin. Panalo talaga. Kami na lang yung naiwan sa Main Audi dahil sa kakapicture. The best talaga... Eto ang ilan sa sandamakmak naming pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/4/photos/265/1200x1200/73/DSC04651.JPG?et=jqP6IPFVisPCbP%2Cbq9dpiQ&amp;amp;nmid=115235465"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/4/photos/265/1200x1200/73/DSC04651.JPG?et=jqP6IPFVisPCbP%2Cbq9dpiQ&amp;amp;nmid=115235465" width="450"  border=0/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/4/photos/265/1200x1200/120/DSC04782.JPG?et=v3aqz%2Bq7aOFDufrLA76lUA&amp;amp;nmid=115235465"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/4/photos/265/1200x1200/120/DSC04782.JPG?et=v3aqz%2Bq7aOFDufrLA76lUA&amp;amp;nmid=115235465" width="450"  border=0/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/6/photos/265/1200x1200/40/CIMG5471.JPG?et=AwnrZjcWGJFdh%2BGAuYIlVw&amp;amp;nmid=115235465"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/6/photos/265/1200x1200/40/CIMG5471.JPG?et=AwnrZjcWGJFdh%2BGAuYIlVw&amp;amp;nmid=115235465" width="450"  border=0/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/4/photos/265/1200x1200/34/CIMG5465.JPG?et=u5qJrQLW9AXJpxZxE3eVhQ&amp;amp;nmid=115235465"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/4/photos/265/1200x1200/34/CIMG5465.JPG?et=u5qJrQLW9AXJpxZxE3eVhQ&amp;amp;nmid=115235465" width="450"  border=0/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/4/photos/265/1200x1200/39/CIMG5470.JPG?et=fsUx%2Co9qUQ3yGlWtBq5E6g&amp;amp;nmid=115235465"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/4/photos/265/1200x1200/39/CIMG5470.JPG?et=fsUx%2Co9qUQ3yGlWtBq5E6g&amp;amp;nmid=115235465" width="450"  border=0/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/4/photos/265/1200x1200/51/CIMG5486.JPG?et=952f9F%2BsIeln46lcO77gYg&amp;amp;nmid=115235465"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/4/photos/265/1200x1200/51/CIMG5486.JPG?et=952f9F%2BsIeln46lcO77gYg&amp;amp;nmid=115235465" width="450"  border=0/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/4/photos/265/1200x1200/48/CIMG5480.JPG?et=0QsvewA8MF8B%2C0UgO54bHQ&amp;amp;nmid=115235465"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/4/photos/265/1200x1200/48/CIMG5480.JPG?et=0QsvewA8MF8B%2C0UgO54bHQ&amp;amp;nmid=115235465" width="450"  border=0/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/4/photos/265/1200x1200/63/CIMG5507.JPG?et=3Nt0LszaIFNsW9Tgek2G1Q&amp;amp;nmid=115235465"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/4/photos/265/1200x1200/63/CIMG5507.JPG?et=3Nt0LszaIFNsW9Tgek2G1Q&amp;amp;nmid=115235465" width="450"  border=0/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/4/photos/265/1200x1200/44/CIMG5475.JPG?et=02gcWDe%2Bwt9336hdMM4y8g&amp;amp;nmid=115235465"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/4/photos/265/1200x1200/44/CIMG5475.JPG?et=02gcWDe%2Bwt9336hdMM4y8g&amp;amp;nmid=115235465" width="450"  border=0/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30px;"&gt;The best section ever! =)&lt;br /&gt;Go Seniors!&lt;br /&gt;Go L8 Comers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50px;"&gt;Go Section 2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More photos from my &lt;a href="http://marjyeneth.multiply.com/photos/album/265/Nursing_Week_09.12.08" target="blank"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pvctrinidad.multiply.com/photos/album/194/Nursing_Week_09.12.08" target="blank"&gt;Phoebe&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://monaerica23.multiply.com/photos/album/18/Nursing_Week_08" target="blank"&gt;Mona&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-5520767988862970365?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/5520767988862970365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/09/nursing-week-08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/5520767988862970365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/5520767988862970365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/09/nursing-week-08.html' title='Nursing Week &apos;08'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-6276621159189728119</id><published>2008-09-10T21:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T02:09:25.885+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vague exasperations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Embarrassment'/><title type='text'>Most Embarrassing Day</title><content type='html'>Ayan. Super.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not necessarily "embarrassing" pero feeling ko e hiyang-hiya ako ng araw ng 'to.. Ag dami kong kamalasan. Parang series of unfortunate events. As in, umandar na naman ang inferiority-complex ko. Hindi naman extreme yung mga pangyayari ngayong araw na' to, pero extreme yung hiya na naramdaman ko. Ewan ko ba,&lt;strong&gt; hiyang-hiya talaga ako.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kahihiyan # 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa bus. Dun ako umupo sa harap, dun sa malapit sa pintuan. Sa may tabi ng bintana. Habang binabaybay namin ang Lawton, which is very traffic at maulan pa, bigla na lang may tumulong tubig sa likuran ko. The typical me, titingnan ko lang kung saan nanggaling yun at kunyari okay lang sakin. Tapos yun medyo, hindi na siya tumutulo, nung pababa na yung bus nung Lagusnilad, hala biglang may umagos na tubig sa gilid ko, sa may bintana. Sa isip-isip ko, parang papasukin na ng tubig yung bus, pero as usual, kunyari okay lang din sakin, pero ilang beses nangyari yun at hiyang-hiya na ko.. Tapos yung katabi kong manong, nakipagpalit na lang sakin ng upuan,&lt;b&gt; feeling ko e nakikita niya na nahihirapan na 'ko sa kalagayan ko. &lt;/b&gt;At yun, hiyang-hiya talaga ako. Di ko alam, pero sobrang hiyang-hiya ako nun.. &lt;u&gt;Parang kawawang-kawawa yung itsura ko.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kahihiyan # 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun nga sa harap ako naka-upo at dun na ako sa may isle. Ang tagal ng biyahe sa Taft, sobrang traffic kaya nakatulog na ko. At dahil nga dun ako naka-upo, halos lahat ng umaakkyat ng bus, nadadali ako.. &lt;b&gt;Pag nadadali ako, para pa naman akong naugulat kasi nga maiidlip ako nung mga panahong yun.&lt;/b&gt; Yun, mega nahihiya talaga ako, kasi di ko talaga mapigilan yung antok ko, kaya lagi pa rin akong nagugulat. Nakakahiya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kahihiyan # 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang lamig lamig sa bus. Ang traffic traffic pa. Mahigit isang oras yata namin binaybay ang Taft Ave., Quirino Ave., at Osmena Highway. Nung nasa Lawton pa lang kami, naiihi na ko.. Tapos sabi ko, saglit lang naman ang Alabang, kaya titiisin ko na lang.. Grabe, mahigit isang oras na stuck pa rin kami sa Osmena H-way. &lt;b&gt;Sobrang sasabog na talaga yung pantog ko.&lt;/b&gt; Sobrang lamig pa kaya lalo akong naiihi. &lt;b&gt;Feeling ko nangingisay-ngisay na ko dun sa bus kanina.&lt;/b&gt; Sobrang nakakahiya yung itsura ko.. Di ko na talaga kayang pigilan..(at continuation na sa...# 4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kahihiyan # 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil nga hindi ko na mapigilan, hinayaan ko ng madagdagan yung kahihiyan ko sa bus.. Nung nasa San Andres Intersection na kami, bumaba na talaga ako ng bus, at naghanap ng CR. Grabe, nakakahiya talaga, &lt;b&gt;para akong tanga na naghahanap ng bahay na pwedeng maki-CR.&lt;/b&gt; Sobrang nakakahiya.. Tapos, yun, nakita ko yung Water Refilling station(WRS), talagang nakakahiya, pero nakiusap na talaga ako.. Ayun, nailabas ko rin. Relief. Pero, sobrang nakakahiya talaga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kahihiyan # 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkalabas ko sa WRS, di pa rin gumagalaw yung mga bus, e nahihiya naman na ako bumalik dun sa bus na sinakyan ko, kaya naglakad na lang ako, tumitingin ng bus na masasakyan papuntang Alabang. May nakita akong St. Rose na bus, kaya lang, puno na! Tapos diretso lakad pa, may nakita akong Juaymah (yung lagi kong sinasakyan pauwi), walang standing.. Kaya lang nung sasakay na ako, bigla namang umandar, di ako napansin nung driver.. So sabi ko, hayaan ko na lang, sa ibang bus na lang.. Pero patigil-tigil pa rin yung bus, so may hope pa rin ako na makakasakay dun. Gosh, para akong tanga dun. &lt;b&gt;Sasakay na hindi ang drama ko,&lt;/b&gt; di ko rin kasi mahabol kasi basa yung daan, ayoko naman tumakbo, kasi baka di ko rin maabutan. Promise, mukha talaga akong tanga dun, pinagtitinginan ako ng mga tao dun sa bus. Nakakahiya talaga.. Sa bandang huli, medyo tumakbo pa rin ako, at nahabol ko yung bus.. nakasakay din ako! Pagkaakyat ko... (at continuation na sa...# 6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kahihiyan # 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag-akyat ko, nakatingin sakin lahat ng mga sa pasahero. Wala na palang upuan, pumunta pa ako dun sa gitna. &lt;b&gt;Sobrang nakakahiya, all eyes for me.. &lt;/b&gt;Mukha pa naman akong haggard dun. Sobrang nakakaiya talaga. Parang iba pa yung tingin nila, &lt;u&gt;parang nanghuhusga.. &lt;/u&gt;Naiinis ako, pero mas nangingibabaw yung hiya.. Nakakahiya talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kahihiyan # 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun nga pala ako napaupo dun sa harap, dun sa nilalakaran ng mga umaakyat.. Kaya ayun , nung may umakyat sa bus.. &lt;b&gt;Edi ako yung harang, nakakahiya.. &lt;/b&gt;Tapos, nung ipinatong ko pa yung bag ko dun sa package dun sa harap, sabi sakin nung driver okay lang, tapos biglang sabi nung may-ari nung package, wag ko daw patungan yun kasi blah blah blah (nabingi na ako sa sobrang kahihiyan..) Ayun, napahiya na naman ako..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kahihiyan # 8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto na yung pinakamatindi.&lt;br /&gt;Nung bibigyan na ako ng ticket nung konduktor.. ang ibinigay niya sa akinna ticket e yung walang discount. Sabi ko, "Estudyante po!" tapos yung reaction niya, "Ay ano ba yan?! bakit di niyo agad sinabi".. okay taken na yun, mali ko nga yun.. oo nga mali na ako.. pero, grabe naman, &lt;b&gt;sobrang pinahiya niya pa ako..&lt;/b&gt; yung reaction niya na, "ano ba yan?!" sabay kamot ng noo.. tapos ang dami pa sinasabi na kung anu-ano, kesyo, dapat daw sinabi ko agad, tapos hindi naman daw siya manghuhula, at kung anu-ano pa.. Grabe. &lt;b&gt;Sobrang nanghina talaga ako dun. Sobrang hiyang-hiya ako nun.. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naiyak pa ko dun. As in. Yumuko na lang ako para di makitang umiiyak ako..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Pero grabe talaga, sobrang hiyang-hiya ako nun. gusto ko ng lumubog sa kinauupuan ko. Grabe talaga yung konduktor na yun.. &lt;strong&gt;Pwede naman niya sabihin ng maayos e, di na niya kailangan magsabi pa ng kung anu-ano.. &lt;/strong&gt;Oo na nga e, mali na ko, babayaranko na yung ticket.. Tama na okay! Di ko akalaing mapapaiyak ako dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan, sobrang kahihiyan talaga yung naramdaman ko ng araw na 'to.. Ewan ko ba, pero sa lahat ng nangyaring yun, feeling loser talaga ako. Sobrang hiyang-hiya ako para sa sarili ko, to the point na napaiyak pa ako..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-6276621159189728119?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/6276621159189728119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/09/most-embarrassing-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/6276621159189728119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/6276621159189728119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/09/most-embarrassing-day.html' title='Most Embarrassing Day'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-5916536809622573898</id><published>2008-09-08T01:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T01:51:53.599+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insanity Strikes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weirdness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exaggeration'/><title type='text'>Relax lang. Di yun totoo.</title><content type='html'>Sobrang weird. As in. As in. As in.&lt;br /&gt;Di ko ma-explain kung ano 'to. Kasi kahit ako nguguluhan. Sobrang weird talaga.&lt;br /&gt;Wait lang, wait lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalma. Kalma. Kalma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, ngayon ko lang ulit 'to naramdaman. Ang weird weird talaga. Bakit ko yun naramdaman. To think na it's been like six thousand years ago, pero bakit nag flashback lahat nung nangyari. &lt;strong&gt;Parang naging strange ang reality ko, at parang mas malinaw yung memories ko.&lt;/strong&gt; Bakit ganun na lang ang reaction ng sistema ko sa nakita at nabasa ko. Kung tutuusin e hindi naman talaga dapat dahil Jurassic na yung memories na yun.. Sobrang ewan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabigla.&lt;br /&gt;Nagulantang.&lt;br /&gt;Natuwa.&lt;br /&gt;Nangiyak.&lt;br /&gt;Nasaktan?!&lt;br /&gt;Naguluhan.&lt;br /&gt;Nadala.&lt;br /&gt;Nagsisi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teka.&lt;strong&gt; STOP. &lt;/strong&gt;Pag-isipan mong mabuti, Yvette!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teka, teka, teka,..&lt;br /&gt;Parang hindi naman tama yung mga naramdaman ko.&lt;br /&gt;Siguro nabigla lang talaga ako sa nakita ko, kaya ganun na lang yung reaction ko. Di ko lang siguro expected yung nakita ko, kaya ganun. Nabigla lang ako nung husto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, ipaliwanag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta, isang &lt;i&gt;(mahalagang)&lt;/i&gt; bahagi ng nakalipas.. isang bagay ang aking natuklasan.. Isang tao na naging parte ng buhay ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, may nalaman lang ako at ako'y nabigla. nagulantang at sadyang nawindang.&lt;br /&gt;Nawindang lang ako sa reaction ko. Bakit ganun?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguro, dala na rin ng mga nangyayari sa mga tao sa paligid ko sa kasalukuyan. &lt;b&gt;Nadala lang ako ng emosyon ng taong malapit sakin ngayon,&lt;/b&gt; kaya ganun na lang din ang naramdaman ko. Nadala lang ako sa naramdaman niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pero para dun sa taong yun, &lt;u&gt;masaya ako para sa kanya.&lt;/u&gt; Sa wakas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matapos ko namang mapagnilyan ang mga bagay-bagay, pakiramdam ko, hindi naman totoo yung naramdaman ko nung nakita ko yung mga bagay na yun. Nadala lang talaga ako sa sitwasyon ni "princess". Kaya ayun, siguro pwede na nung i-justify yung naramdaman ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang weird pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang gulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang pinakamagandang gawin para dito ay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"wag i-entertain yung naramdaman ko!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-5916536809622573898?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/5916536809622573898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/09/relax-lang-di-yun-totoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/5916536809622573898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/5916536809622573898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/09/relax-lang-di-yun-totoo.html' title='Relax lang. Di yun totoo.'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-3446231193246409436</id><published>2008-09-05T23:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T23:59:25.691+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>Id, Ego, Superego</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;center&gt;If things aren't meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how hard you push...&lt;br /&gt;no matter how hard you try...&lt;br /&gt;it won't just work out.&lt;br /&gt;it will never ever happen.&lt;br /&gt;...it was never meant to happen.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;May mga bagay talaga na hindi nakatadhanag mangyari. Hindi lahat ng inaakala nating mangyayari ay aayon sa kagustuhan natin. Kahit subukan mo pa or pilitin mo pa, hindi ito mangaganap. Dahil sa una pa lang, &lt;strong&gt;hindi na ito nakatakdang mangyari.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kung hindi na talaga, hindi na.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mag let go na tayo. Para maka move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailangan mo nang sumuko kung alam mong wala ka ng dapat ipaglaban.&lt;br /&gt;Kailangan mo nang bumitiw dahil sa una pa lang siya na ang bumitiw sa kamay mo.&lt;br /&gt;Kailangan na natin 'to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi lahat ng sumusuko, talo.&lt;br /&gt;hindi lahat ng bumibitiw, naiiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailangan lang ang mga bagay na 'to para makapagsimla ng bago, para harapin ang panibagong laban..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero, bago ang lahat ng ito..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;matutununan muna nating tanggapin na hindi talaga ito ang nakatakdang mangyari.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-3446231193246409436?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/3446231193246409436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/09/hunyo-kristina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/3446231193246409436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/3446231193246409436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/09/hunyo-kristina.html' title='Id, Ego, Superego'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-2408107344070367028</id><published>2008-09-02T21:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T21:43:17.276+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s Word'/><title type='text'>My Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I will not do the usual "birthday post".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko lang sabihin sa lahat ng tao na nging parte ng birhday ko na:&lt;br /&gt;"Maraming, maraming, maraming salamat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salamat sa pagbati sakin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img align="right" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/thanks.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salamat sa pag-alala ng birthday ko.&lt;br /&gt;Salamat sa pagsama sa akin sa isa sa pinakaimportanteng araw sa buhay ko.&lt;br /&gt;Salamat sa oras na inilaan niyo para sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;at higit sa lahat..&lt;br /&gt;Salamat sa pagiging parte ng buhay ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa pamilya, kaibigan, kaklase, kakilala at sa lahat ng taong hinayaan ako na pumasok sa buhay nila. Maraming salamat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi kumpleto ang buhay ko, kung wala kayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At higit sa lahat, kay Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything. I may have failed you some times, but You never fail to love and bless me. Thank you for this life, thank you for the people you send to guide, to love and to protect me. I am nothing without you. Thank You Lord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At tulad ng lagi kong sinasabi, ako ang pinakamasayang tao sa mundo kapag birthday ko. At hindi pa yun nagbabago. Maraming salamat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-2408107344070367028?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/2408107344070367028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/2408107344070367028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/2408107344070367028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-happy-birthday.html' title='My Happy Birthday'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-6010393522893637347</id><published>2008-08-31T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:05:03.818+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>Wait lang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Patience is a virtue.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say wait, you wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wait until you're tired, &lt;u&gt;but wait until the end.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di lahat ng iniisip mo totoo. Hindi lahat ng iniisip mo tama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobra ka ng mag-isip e, wala na sa lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ngayong nandyan na yung pinakahihintay mong bagay, saka ka naman bumitiw ng bigla-bigla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayong dumating na yung pinakaasam mo, saka ka naman sumuko.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanga pa naman ako. Nasayang lang ang lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sayang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250%;"&gt;di ka naghintay...&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/18755367-6010393522893637347?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/6010393522893637347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/08/wait-lang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/6010393522893637347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/6010393522893637347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/08/wait-lang.html' title='Wait lang.'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-7270631410180421853</id><published>2008-08-21T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:58:03.392+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting out'/><title type='text'>I didn't mean to.</title><content type='html'>Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's too much anger on my previous post. &lt;b&gt;I didn't mean to hurt anyone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impulsiveness, I may say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say sorry to that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;That person doesn't know anything&lt;/u&gt; and yet I said these awful words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm really sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:120%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I just don't want anyone hurting, directly or indirectly, the people I love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now,&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave the situation to those people involve. But still if someone gets hurt by any means, I won't just sit here and watch them hurt each other. &lt;b&gt;Be careful for your actions.&lt;/b&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;Guard your heart, people!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-7270631410180421853?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/7270631410180421853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-didnt-mean-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/7270631410180421853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/7270631410180421853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-didnt-mean-to.html' title='I didn&apos;t mean to.'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-2057434519493404197</id><published>2008-08-19T20:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T00:09:26.286+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vague exasperations'/><title type='text'>That's it [ver.2]</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Ilang beses na ba akong nag-post ng tungkol sa mga nakakairitang tao. Eto, may kasunod pa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Bwisit talaga.&lt;br&gt;Ang&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;tanga&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;tanga&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;tanga&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;talaga.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As if.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'll say this again.&lt;br&gt;Don't mess with the people I love.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Tumataas na naman ang BP ko. Hypertensive na naman. Nakakairita.&lt;br&gt;Oh, please. Tama na!&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;Insensitive. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&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;br&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;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;on second thought,&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;do I even have the right to say this?!&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;br&gt;still....&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;Naiirita pa rin ako.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tapos.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-2057434519493404197?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/2057434519493404197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/08/that-it-ver2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/2057434519493404197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/2057434519493404197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/08/that-it-ver2.html' title='That&amp;#39;s it [ver.2]'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-832288209203230180</id><published>2008-08-13T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:44:23.228+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Rants'/><title type='text'>Ouch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;Basta ang alam ko:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;"Masakit ang tiyan ko!"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;OUCH!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-832288209203230180?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/832288209203230180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/08/ouch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/832288209203230180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/832288209203230180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/08/ouch.html' title='Ouch!'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-6810914619954401567</id><published>2008-08-11T00:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:19:56.079+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asian Madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo ops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fangirl-ing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daydreaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Up-to-the-minute'/><title type='text'>I've fallen in-love with a baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Copyof3b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Ang cute cute ng baby na yan. Si Baby Mason. Nakita ko siya sa blog ni &lt;a href="http://tsin3las.wordpress.com/" target="blank"&gt;Jaja.&lt;/a&gt; Na love at first sight yata ako. Obsessed. Kaya ayan nagawan ko pa siya ng layout. &lt;s&gt;Di ko pa nga naipapaalam kay Jaja yung picture e. Sorry.&lt;/s&gt;[08.15.08] Ayan, naipagpaalam ko na. thanks, Jaja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, may movie si Baby Mason. &lt;strong&gt;Baby and Me.&lt;/strong&gt; Kasama niya rin si Jang Geun Suk, na isa ring super cute na fafa. OMG. Super cute nilang dalawa. I'm SUPER looking forward to this movie. Pagsamahin ba naman yung dalawang cute. Awwww. &lt;i&gt;Pwede ko nang bawain yung taning ko sa lovelife ko.&lt;/i&gt; Hahaha. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of &lt;strong&gt;Jang Geun Suk,&lt;/strong&gt; siya nga pala yung latest addition sa mga crush ko. Ang cute grabe. Siyempre si Jaja pa rin yung source ko. Nung nabasa ko nga yung post niya tungkol sa Baby &amp; Me, sinabi na bida daw si JGS sa isang movie na &lt;b&gt;"DoReMiFaSoLaTiDo"&lt;/b&gt;, dahil isa rin akong fangirl, hinananp ko naman agad yung movie na yun. Shemai. Ang gwapo niya talaga. As in. Sirang-sira na talaga yung taning ko. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/N2006051912212884701.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto naman picture nilang dalawa. Awww. Ang cute talaga nila, feeling ko e anak ni JGS si Baby Mason, sa sobrang tagal ng pagtitig ko, nagkakahawig na sila.. Perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/EC9584EAB8B0EC9980EB8298.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to &lt;a href="http://asianfanatics.net/news/" target="blank"&gt;Asianfanatics.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-6810914619954401567?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/6810914619954401567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-fallen-in-love-with-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/6810914619954401567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/6810914619954401567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-fallen-in-love-with-baby.html' title='I&apos;ve fallen in-love with a baby.'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-8859683324417327820</id><published>2008-08-07T23:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T00:01:52.713+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Matters'/><title type='text'>Tralalala.</title><content type='html'>My first post for my birth-month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been updating this blog 'cause I've gotten used to Multiply. I usually check it every now and then and I am constantly posting blogs and photos there.. &lt;a href="http://marjyeneth.multiply.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Check it out!&lt;/a&gt; But no matter how much I like multiply, I will never forget my first home. (Ewee! drama!) Anyway, I'm still constantly checking this site of mine. I still love this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for this birth-month thing, &lt;strong&gt;24 days from now will be my "happy" birthday.&lt;/strong&gt; I always consider my birthday as the happiest time of the year. &lt;u&gt;I am the happiest person in the world on that day.&lt;/u&gt; As everyone can see, it will be on August 31 which falls on Sunday.. I'm pretty excited about it (as always) wondering what will be my celebration looks like. I don't like extravagant parties, just some celebration with the people I love. I'm already satisfied with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think, this year would be different. This year, for the first time, &lt;b&gt;I won't be celebrating it with my mother because she is in Singapore.&lt;/b&gt; =( Sad. But I'm fine with it. She was the first one to greet me, last August 1. I'm surprised that she greets me that early, She said that she wants to be the first one to greet me. I'm really happy. She never fails to greet me and it was a month advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love you, Ma! Miss na kita!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that would be all, &lt;b&gt;for now.&lt;/b&gt; I'll be posting another one tomorrow. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-8859683324417327820?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/8859683324417327820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/08/tralalala.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/8859683324417327820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/8859683324417327820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/08/tralalala.html' title='Tralalala.'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-4297486596872563326</id><published>2008-07-25T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T23:44:00.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate Kiligera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grabbed'/><title type='text'>Nagtataka ka ba kung bakit SINGLE ka pa?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;grabbed from &lt;a href="http://n3tsk13.multiply.com/" target="_blank"&gt;n3tsk13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* * * * * * * *&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt;SINGLE&lt;/b&gt;: Minsan ayos lang maging &lt;b&gt;SINGLE&lt;/b&gt; kase free na free ka gawin kung ano ang gusto mo o kaya makakapunta ka kung saan mo gusto pumunta, pero kung minsan,. lalo na't malamig ang hangin o kya maganda ung view, magwiwish ka na sana may yumayakap sa'yo, hahalikan ka sa noo at tititignan ka ng parang ikaw na ata ang pinakamagandang babae sa buong mundo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*kaya heto, susubukan ko bilangin ang mga dahilan kung bakit single pa tayo. Gaano katagal na ba tayo walang nagiging boyfriend/girlfriend? tingnan natin..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1) &lt;b&gt;MASYADONG INDEPENDENT&lt;/b&gt; - baka naman masyado mo napoproject na kaya mong mabuhay ng wala silang lahat, ayan tuloy parang hindi nila maramdaman na kailangan mo rin sila kaya dun na lang sila sa taong tingin nila ay magkakaron sila ng silbi.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2) &lt;b&gt;MATAAS ANG STANDARDS&lt;/b&gt; - siguro hindi na natanggal sa isip mo ung pangarap mo nung bata ka pa. aba, kelangan mo na gumising sa katotohanan na walang ideal guy. ok cge, kung makita mo nga ung hinahanap mo na gwapong matalino na mayaman na mabait pero nung nakasama mo naman eh nakita mo hindi pala siya madalas maligo, mahiyain mag-toothbrush kaya naman sobrang bad breath niya sa umaga, puro barya ang mga hita at binti o kaya naman daig pa ang tambucho sa lakas manigarilyo, may nakausli na "pang labing-isang" daliri sa kamay at NAKAPANGINGILABOT NA BALAT dahil madami siyang AN-AN SA kanyang LIKOD NA PARA BANG MAPA NG CEBU... oh eh di turn-off ka na? kung lahat ng tao ay katulad mo na mataas ang standards, malamang wala ng magboboyfriend at maggirlfriend ngaun puro friends na lang.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3) &lt;b&gt;UBOD KA NG KASUNGITAN&lt;/b&gt; - maski naman kahit sino hindi masarap lapitan at kausapin ang taong mukhang nangangain ng tao tapos liligawan pa? dapat kc kahit konti maging approachable ka naman para kahit na hindi ka kagandahan, madidiskubre niya na masarap ka palang kausap at masaya kang kasama. (^^,)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4) &lt;b&gt;MASAMA ANG UGALI&lt;/b&gt; - kung papipiliin ako kung sa masungit o sa masama ang ugali... dun na ko sa masungit! ang masungit kc, hindi likas na itim ang budhi nyan, may taglay na istorya sa likod ng simangot niya. sabihan mo lang yan ng 'peek-a-boo' BAKA ngitian ka na. ibang istorya na kase ang masama ang ugali dahil mula pa yang ugali na yan sa kaibuturan ng kanyang mga balunbalunan. sa una mabait, pero madidiskubre mo na parang trapo ang tao kung tratuhin nito. tsk tsk tsk. pero hindi pa naman huli ang lahat kung kaya mo pa magbago, bigyan mo ng pagkakataon ang sarili mo magbago. magdasal ka kay lord ng mataimtim huh?? *hahahaha*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5) &lt;b&gt;NAGKUKULONG SA BAHAY&lt;/b&gt; - walang makaka-appreciate sa panloob o panlabas na beauty mo kung nagkukulong ka lang sa bahay. ok nanjan nga ang nanay mo para sabihin na maganda ka pero im sure umay na umay na rin yan sa pagmumukha mo kaya mas maigi kung lumabas ka.. pagkagaling sa office, pwede ka magmall o kya gumimik kasama mga officemates mo, o kaya naman sumali sa mga organization sa simbahan or sa neighborhood.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6) &lt;b&gt;MUKHA KANG LOSYANG&lt;/b&gt; - ito ang kadalasang krimen ng mga single. Hindi ka nagbibigay ng panahon para ayusin ang sarili physically. at bakit pa nga ba e wala ka naman dahilan para mag-ayos, diba? MALI !!! Dapat nga lalo ka mag-ayos para makita ang marketability mo. hindi krimen ang maging vain kahit konti. did u know na ang ratio ng lalaki sa babae ay 4:1? kaya lola, magsimula ka na mag-ayos at baka yung crush mo ay maagaw pa ng mga intrimitida sa paligid mo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7) &lt;b&gt;MASYADONG MAGALING&lt;/b&gt; - medyo sensitive itong topic na ito dahil nasasagasaan na ang male ego dito eh. oo, may ibang lalake na nabuburaot dahil mas magaling at mas marunong ang babae sa kanila. hindi na natin ito problema dahil malamang insecurity nila ang bumubulong sa kanila pero minsan kase hindi na makatarungan na laging nai-inferior ang lalake. kailangan maramdaman din nila sa iyo na hindi mo sila ia-under the saya if maging girlfriend ka nila. hindi ko rin sinasabi na i-compromise mo ang talents mo, ano bang magagawa ko kung likas na talentadong bata ka pero ang tamang gawin ay wag naman ipagdukdukan na sobrang galing mong tao. wag na wag mong kalimutan na may 2 klaseng yabang dito sa mundo. wag kang mang-intimidate kung ayaw mong ma-intimidate.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8) &lt;b&gt;SOBRANG BUSY&lt;/b&gt; - alam mo ba ung kantang 'Narda'? ganyan ang mangyayari sa iyo, hanggang kanta na lang ang aabutin ng nagkakagusto sayo dahil maski pagpa-pluck ng kilay mo wala kang time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;9) &lt;b&gt;DALA ANG BIGAT NG KAHAPON&lt;/b&gt; - may kasabihan nga, "how can u look forward when u keep looking back?" walang mangyayari sa love life mo kung dala mo pa ang kabiguan na dinulot ng nakaraan mo. walang sense ang magpakabitter dahil in the end, lalo ka lang papanget. panget na nga, bitter pa! tsaka wag kang matakot masaktan kung gusto mo magmahal muli. laging kaakibat ng love ang pain dahil hindi ka masasaktan kung hindi ka nagmahal. at isa pa, wag ka ring matakot na kunin ang pagkakataon kung nandiyan na sa harap mo. pano mo malalaman na masarap ang chocolate kung hindi mo titikman? (^^,)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;10) &lt;b&gt;MASYADONG-MASYADO!!&lt;/b&gt; - masyadong maganda, masyadong matalino, masyadong talented at masyadong mayaman. minsan ito ang mga nagiging factor kung bakit walang gustong manligaw sayo. pero hindi mo naman ito kasalanan diba? katulad din ito ng scenario sa #7. siguro mas maigi kung HUMBLE KA LANG wag mayabang, at imbis na maging hambog, share na lang the blessing. hindi ka lang maganda / matalino / talented / mayaman / mabait pa!! im sure lahat mahuhumaling sayo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;11) &lt;b&gt;IMBORNAL ANG BUNGANGA MO&lt;/b&gt;: naku kalimitang problema ito ng mga TAKLESANG TAO at ng mga masyado nang confident sa sarili nila. Maganda ka nga, mayaman, mabait naman, sweet naman, maganda naman pumorma, Pero pag nagsalita daig pa ung barker ng mga pedicab sa CUBAO eh! Ang lakas mong magmura!! Pinaglihi ka ba sa Nagmumurang Kamatis? Mga words mo pa ang lulupit e... memorize mo na lahat ng mga bastos na salitang Pilipino at mga murang pinoy. Shempre palengkera dating mo nyan dba? Naku lalo pa kung mapanira ka, lalong wag! Matatakot lahat makipag-friends sayo, kahit babae!! Hahaha! Bawas mura kapatid! Instead of saying: Bwaka ng Ina, P*tang ina, P*king Ina!! Say: flowers, candies, rainbows, sheeps, clouds, butterflies and. . . &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;PUT A LITTLE MORE!! O dba? bumabango na "bibig" nya, yeah! di na "bunganga".&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;MINSAN NAMAN SA MGA BABAE:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;12)  &lt;b&gt;TOO MANY BOYS&lt;/b&gt;: Minsan nai-intimidate din ang mga guys pag masyado maraming boys ang nakabakod sa girl. Wala ka ngang boyfriend, pero lagi mo naman prino-project na ang daming lumalandi sayo (na pawang mga superficial lang naman at mukhang walang potential na magbigay ng TRUE LOVE sayo). Pag ganyan palagi ang aura at drama mo, most likely, uurong yung mga boys na may HONEST INTENTIONS sayo at kaya kang mahalin ng todo, kasi natatakot sila na baka ikaw ang di kayang magmahal ng totoo. Alam kasi ng mga boys yan... na kahit kayo na (nakapili ka na ng BF mo), di pa din mawawala ang mga "boys" na nakapaligid sayo...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;13) &lt;b&gt;ONE OF THE BOYS&lt;/b&gt;: Ayan, isa pang problema ng mga gurls... kadalasan, dahil sa sobra namang close sa mga boys, nagmumukha na silang one of the boys, na kung saan sayo shi-ni-share ng mga boys ang kilig at iyak moments nila with other gurls. Ouch! Masakit yun, lalo na pag type mo yung friend mo na guy. Ingat-ingat mahirap kasi pag masyado kang close sa mga boys kasi dumadating ang point na ang tingin nila sayo... MAS MASARAP KANG KAIBIGAN... aray!!! isa pa, parang lalaki na din ang tingin nila sayo... mapapansin mo yan, kapag nag-skirt or nag-spaghetti strap ka, tapos inaasar ka na ng mga friend mo na boys for being "gurl na gurl". kasi ang boys, pag nakakita ng gurl in a sexy dress (tumatahimik yan, at may parang kumukulo sa loob nila)... so pag tinawanan ka, naku, sign na un...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;14)&lt;b&gt; STRICT ANG PARENTS&lt;/b&gt;: uhmmm... may two words kami dyan: GOOD LUCK!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;at eto ang pinakamatindi sa lahat:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;15) &lt;b&gt;WALA SA GUHIT NG PALAD MO ANG MAGKA-BOYFRIEND OR GIRLFRIEND!! &lt;/b&gt;- shiyet ang saklap naman nito kung ganun nga!! hindi porke hindi ka na magkakaroon ng kasintahan ay loser ka na. malamang may nakalaan na plano sayo si GOD kaya gusto niya na wala kang BOYFRIEND OR GIRLFRIEND siguro kaya wala kang kasintahan dahil kailangan ang full attention mo sa pagtulong sa pagtaguyod ng pamilya mo, baka yayaman ka at magiging tagapagmana mo mga pamangkin mo, baka kailangan ang full time and support mo sa organization mo.. maraming dahilan eh pero nakakasiguro naman ako na walang bagay na nangyayari sayo na hindi kagustuhan ng nasa itaas. laging may greater purpose kung bakit nangyayari ang nangyayari. kaya kung halimbawang may darating, wag na pakyeme. kung hindi mo type ang lalapit sayo, let it go gracefully dahil mahirap na at baka balikan ka ng karma. kung nandyan na, gawin na lang ang best para mag-stay siya sa buhay mo at nang hindi ka na nagtataka pa kung bakit SINGLE ka. see what i'm sayin??&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://malditako071184.multiply.com/"&gt;malditako071184&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-4297486596872563326?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/4297486596872563326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/07/nagtataka-ka-ba-kung-bakit-single-ka-pa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/4297486596872563326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/4297486596872563326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/07/nagtataka-ka-ba-kung-bakit-single-ka-pa.html' title='Nagtataka ka ba kung bakit SINGLE ka pa?'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-2991624871659932503</id><published>2008-07-20T22:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T23:32:58.729+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asian Madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vague exasperations'/><title type='text'>Nakaka-IRITA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Nakaka-irita!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite expression at the moment. Nakaka-irita. Di ko alam kung saan nagsimula 'to, di ko namamalayan na yun na lang lagi ang sinasabi ko. Maganda man o pangit yung nangyayari o nakikita ko, nakaka-irita pa rin. &lt;i&gt;Parang neutral na lang yung meaning nung word na &lt;b&gt;IRITA&lt;/b&gt; sa akin.&lt;/i&gt; Hindi na siya negative. Nakaka-irita. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero marami talaga akong kinaiiritahan na bagay ngayon. Lahat na lang nakaka-irita. tulad na lang ng mga sumusunod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Naiirita ako sa sarili ko.&lt;/strong&gt; Grabe, tamad na tamad na ako. As in. Super lazy. Super procrastinator. Last minute na lang ako lagi. Tapos pinakatatamaran ko pa e ang pumasok sa nakakairitang school na yun. Kung pwede nga lang wala ng pasok sa school at puro duty na lang. Okay na yun. Pero nakakairita talaga yung sarili ko. Hindi ko alam kung ano na yung pumasok sa isip ko at ganito na lang ang nangyari sa akin. Nakaka-irita talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Naiirita ako sa mga langgam.&lt;/strong&gt; Kahit kelan naman, bwisit na yung mga langgam na yun. Di na nila tinigilan yung mga damit ko. Ang dami ko ng nasirang damit dahil sa kanila. Bakit ba naman kasi sa lahat ng bagay yung mga damit ko pa yung pinagkakaintersan nila. Shemai. Nakaka-irita talaga. Hindi ko tuloy mailagay yung mga damit ko sa cabinet dahil pihadong sasalakayin na naman nila yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. [Note: Dati ko pang post 'to kaya parang off topic na] Nakaka-irita yung dubbing kay Calvin sa Romantic Princess.&lt;/strong&gt; As always, fangirl na naman. At dahil Romantic Princess yun at nandun si love of my life, Wu Chun, pinapanood ko pa rin yung sa Dos, kahit tapos ko na yung buong series. Okay na sana yung dubbing nila e, ang ayoko lang yung dubber ni Calvin. Duh, bakit naman ginawa nilang ganun yung boses niya, boses pervert. Naiirita talaga ako tuwing manonood ako nun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Mga feelingera/o.&lt;/strong&gt; Ang daming mga feelingera/o ngayon. As in, yung feeling talaga.. Feeling mo kung sino.. Nakakairita. Ang kati sa bangs. Basta, feeling sila masyado.. &lt;b&gt;Nagmamaganda, hindi naman maganda. Feeling close, di naman close...&lt;/b&gt; Feeling. Nakakairita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Isang specific na tao sa online world.&lt;/strong&gt; Eto, di ko alam kung bakit ako naiirita sa kanya. Parang may something sa kanya na nakakairita. Hindi naman ganito yung tingin ko sa kanya nun e, pero nung simulang magka-interaction na kami, ayun, naiirita na ako sa kanya. &lt;b&gt;Isa siyang feelingera at nakakairita siya.&lt;/b&gt; Pero di naman ako galit sa kanya, naiirita lang. Feelingera masyado, di naman ka--------....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Nakakairita. Basta, nakakairita ang mga bagay-bagay.. Soobrang nakakairita na.. Aaargh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-2991624871659932503?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/2991624871659932503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/07/nakaka-irita.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/2991624871659932503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/2991624871659932503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/07/nakaka-irita.html' title='Nakaka-IRITA'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-8733381363429403660</id><published>2008-07-13T13:34:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T20:33:48.199+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asian Madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate Kiligera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo ops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fangirl-ing'/><title type='text'>Wu Chun &amp; Calvin Chen Fanmeet</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Warning: LONG POST!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/fanmeet.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;July 12, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Romantic Princess on Tour&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures from Chun and Calvin's Fan Meet @ ABS Compund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/7/photos/244/orig/9/DSC01912.JPG?et=ft%2C8L5sMV2zxPvODR6yxNQ&amp;nmid=105393514" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="100px" align="left" border="0" src="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/6/photos/244/500x500/9/DSC01912.JPG?et=UNKDPerEe2OwrVD8fks0Cw&amp;nmid=105393514"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dumating kami dun, kasama ko yung kapatid ko, pasado 11am. May dalawang pila, di ko alam kung saan kami pipila. Kaya tinext ko si Angel, kung saan nakapila na siya kasama yung ibang members ng AF. Pero, tinawagan na niya ako kaya ayun, nakita ko na siya. Magkaiba pala yung dalawang pilang yun. Yung isa, para dun sa mga nasa list ng &lt;strong&gt;FRH family &amp; other forums&lt;/strong&gt; at yung isa mga walk-in lang. At siyempre dun kami sa FRH family. Kasama kami sa list e.. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/7/photos/244/orig/5/DSC01908.JPG?et=y6%2BvKSg0Dz1VGZpbctoBMg&amp;nmid=105393514" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="100px" align="right" border="0" src="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/6/photos/244/500x500/5/DSC01908.JPG?et=Xzp61AKRA7LWK5Gj5tilhA&amp;nmid=105393514"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pila kung pila para lang makita yung dalawa. Tiniis namin yung amoy nung canal na nililinis nung mga taga-ABS, pati na rin yung pahapyaw na buhos ng ulan. At siyempre yung tagal ng pagpila namin. Mga tatlong oras yata kami pinapila dun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/7/photos/244/orig/23/DSC01926.JPG?et=dhQ3JYWIJ5xd0ikFZtnbKg&amp;nmid=105393514" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="100px" align="left" border="0" src="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/6/photos/244/500x500/23/DSC01926.JPG?et=5KJKqXrjGWB9KUkxIjLiDA&amp;nmid=105393514"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pasado alas-tres, pinapasok na kami sa ABS Compound (yung mga nasa list) Ang sabi kasi nila, yung mga nasa list lang daw yung papasaukin. :D Nung nakapasok na kami. Hayun na, nakita ko na yung mga tarpulin nilang dalawa. Tapos meron pa silang tig-isa na tarp. &lt;strong&gt;Mega-kilig na naman.&lt;/strong&gt; This is it. Makikita ko na sila. At ang luwag pa ng venue, &lt;i&gt;yun ang akala ko...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eto, nagsimula na ang &lt;u&gt;kalbaryo&lt;/u&gt; namin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes, nakita namin na pinapasok na yung mga International friends ng FRH Family, pati na rin yung mga nasa list na hindi pinapasok kasi walang ID. &lt;a href="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/7/photos/244/orig/13/DSC01916.JPG?et=xH%2CTZXx5ddOdggj%2C3%2Bi72g&amp;nmid=105393514" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="100px" align="right" border="0" src="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/6/photos/244/500x500/13/DSC01916.JPG?et=JYwWSMwrV3dC18GYL4BP9Q&amp;nmid=105393514"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Akala namin, sila lang yung papasukin. Mamaya, di namin namalayan na pati pala yung mga nasa kabilang pila pinapasok na. Akala namin, magiging okay pa rin kasi pinapalagyan nung mga officers ng FRH Family ng division para dun sa mga nasa list at wala. Pero hindi nila nagawa dahil.. (di ko alam ang dahilan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ayun, giyera kung giyera na. Simula nung dumating yung nga war-freak na fans nagkagulo na.&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; (Bwisit talaga sila!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Singit dito, singit doon.. Grabe, walang mga pakundangan. Talagang isinisiksik nila ung sarili nila. Nagkakabwisitan na talaga dun sa venue. Tapos konting ingay lang dun sa microphone (kasi tini-test nila) Tumitili na agad. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Hello! easy lang kayo, mic lang yun!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; After nung tili, biglang magtutulakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang pinakanakakaasar dun yung mga ChunElla Fans 'kuno' (sila yung mga nasa kabilang pila). Kapansin-pansin sila kasi sila yung may pinakamalaking banner. At sila din yung &lt;b&gt;PINAKANAKAKA-IRITA&lt;/b&gt; dun. Swear. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napaka-UNCIVILIZED nila.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Sobra. Sorry, pero yun talaga yung term para i-describe sila. Ilang beses na silang sinabihan na wag magtulak pero wala pa rin. At eto pa, sabihan ba naman na magsi-upo daw yung mga nasa harap para makita nila si Chun at Calvin. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hello!?!? Okay lang kayo, sino bang uupo sa ganung sitwasyon, nagkakatulakan na.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Once na umupo ko ka siguradong madadaganan ka. Duh! Tapos sasabihin nila na selfish daw yung mga ayaw umupo e nauna na nga sila sa pila. Duh! Anong logic? Basta, nakakairita talaga sila. As in. Panira sila ng araw. Ang kati sa bangs. Nakakairita talaga. Nakow, tama na. Sobra na ang exposure nila dito sa blog ko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun na tayo sa magagandang nangyari. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/7/photos/244/orig/45/DSC01949.JPG?et=DFnvBjede07vi2p3GdmJfg&amp;nmid=105393514" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="100px" align="right" border="0" src="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/6/photos/244/500x500/45/DSC01949.JPG?et=bPxrretlXQZF2wobHEiPpQ&amp;nmid=105393514"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At lumabas na si &lt;strong&gt;Bianca Gonzales.&lt;/strong&gt; Wow. Ang ganda niya. Para siyang manila. Ang ganda niya talaga. Dun pa lang nagsimula ng magtilian yung crowd. At tulakan na naman. Anyway, si Bianca pala yung magpapakilala sa kanila. Nung mga oras na yun, parang awang-awa ako kay Bianca kasi nagmamakaawa na siya sa crown na wag magtulakan. At feeling ko e nabingi siya sa sobrang tili ng mga tao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five, four, three, two, one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Calvin Chen &amp; Wu Chun&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/7/photos/244/orig/58/DSC01963.JPG?et=DB2Y5M1GNvgcOq3Xd2v2Rw&amp;nmid=105393514" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="160" border="0" src="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/7/photos/244/500x500/58/DSC01963.JPG?et=mNP6b0ABlRWyytQ8Zze9cA&amp;nmid=105393514"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/7/photos/244/orig/60/DSC01965.JPG?et=Kg7tjCr4TlLvMhJBpDfBsg&amp;nmid=105393514" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="160px" border="0" src="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/6/photos/244/500x500/60/DSC01965.JPG?et=WexlftBJko8xOTfLYba8HA&amp;nmid=105393514"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Lalo ng nag freak-out yung crowd at isa na ko dun)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe, walanjo, ang gwapo talaga nila. Unang lumabas si Calvin at kasunod agad si Chun. Ang gwapo talaga nila. Talagang &lt;strong&gt;'Man of your dreams'&lt;/strong&gt; ang dating. Grabe. Wala ng pakialaman yung crowd basta lang makita at makuhanan sila ng picture. Gosh. Ang gwapo talaga. Sa sobrang tilian dun, wala na akong narinig sa kanilang dalawa. Yung "Mabuhay" lang ni Calvin at "Thank You" Chun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/7/photos/244/orig/68/DSC01973.JPG?et=DegCGJrNLiroONAZZfgABA&amp;nmid=105393514" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="160px" border="0" src="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/6/photos/244/500x500/68/DSC01973.JPG?et=i4v7%2BzFxmHx8tc8QeSfCZg&amp;nmid=105393514"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/7/photos/244/orig/76/DSC01983.JPG?et=UmQMnJN%2CpCrdzCU4Kg3yYQ&amp;nmid=105393514" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="160px" border="0" src="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/6/photos/244/500x500/76/DSC01983.JPG?et=VtVVMvxvJJNNr8Qd3bhqaw&amp;nmid=105393514"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si &lt;strong&gt;Wu Chun.&lt;/strong&gt; Sobrang gwapo. As in. Soooooooobra. Grabe talaga. Man of my dreams talaga. &lt;u&gt;Di ko akalaing may ganun kagwapong lalake na nag-eexist sa mundo.&lt;/u&gt; Ang gwapo talaga, di nagkamali ang paningin ko. Dream come true. As in. Ngayon naniniwala na akong totoong sila. Dati kasi feeling ko, hanggang panaginip lang sila.. &lt;b&gt;Perfect man.&lt;/b&gt; As in. Nakakamaay yung ngiti niya. Lalo na kung paano siya tumingin. Gosh. Ang gwapo talaga... Makalaglag-panty talaga. Panalo. Worth it lahat ng hirap at pagod namin. Grabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si &lt;strong&gt;Calvin Chen.&lt;/strong&gt; Ang gwapo pala niya. Sobra. As in. The whole time na nandun siya, naka-smile siya at kitang-kita yung ka-gwapuhan niya. Susme. &lt;u&gt;Di ko akalaing ganun siya kagwapo. Mas gwapo siya sa personal.&lt;/u&gt; As in. Grabe talaga. Iba talaga. Na-inlove din ako sa kanya. &lt;b&gt;I'm a Calvin Chen fan na rin.&lt;/b&gt; Ang gwapo niya. Unexpected talaga. Super. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/7/photos/244/orig/78/DSC01985.JPG?et=dCIJX2IPTWAU2sE3oR5ieg&amp;nmid=105393514" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="100px" align="right" border="0" src="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/6/photos/244/500x500/78/DSC01985.JPG?et=XWFjZHfZY7UR6ZFNYzpvWw&amp;nmid=105393514"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lalo na akong na-inlove sa kanila. Super worth it talaga. Di ko akalain na makakatagal ako sa ganung sitwasyon. &lt;u&gt;Pero I think yun na yung &lt;b&gt;first and last&lt;/b&gt; time ko makipagsiksikan just for an artist.&lt;/u&gt; Kung hindi lang talaga si Chun at Calvin yun. Pero super experience 'to. The best talaga. Di ko ipagpapalit 'to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After nung event na 'to, halos lahat nung nandun parang na-rape. Warzone kasi. Pero kahit may mga nakakainis na pangyayari. Natatawa pa rin ako. Natutuwa. :D Kumain kami sa Conti's sa Trinoma. At medyo iginala namin si Yvonne kasi first time niya sa trinoma e.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/7/photos/244/orig/86/DSC01993.JPG?et=hJ3HDMTKq2fG1Rf6BruYcw&amp;nmid=105393514" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="80px" border="0" src="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/6/photos/244/500x500/86/DSC01993.JPG?et=VNlSlBpOUo3TaQ0rIfVEdQ&amp;nmid=105393514"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/7/photos/244/orig/89/DSC01996.JPG?et=yo32FR6ycOU5KcbQU8fWvA&amp;nmid=105393514" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="80px" border="0" src="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/6/photos/244/500x500/89/DSC01996.JPG?et=L9nyQTno7dOotRj0crw49Q&amp;nmid=105393514"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/7/photos/244/orig/91/DSC01998.JPG?et=kcXLLtPbX1xeoP389ie1wg&amp;nmid=105393514" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="80px" border="0" src="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/6/photos/244/500x500/91/DSC01998.JPG?et=zeQhQ7Ca5822c0Vg72Wkuw&amp;nmid=105393514"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/7/photos/244/orig/95/DSC02002.JPG?et=bNaiKah8Q8cghcY6ObdCRg&amp;nmid=105393514" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="80px"border="0" src="http://images.marjyeneth.multiply.com/image/6/photos/244/500x500/95/DSC02002.JPG?et=1OQGAENabjf0TsY82886uA&amp;nmid=105393514"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun. The best day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could not ask for more.&lt;/strong&gt; Naks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures &lt;a href="http://marjyeneth.multiply.com/photos/album/244/Wu_Chun_Calvin_Chen_Fan_Meet"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;PS.&lt;br /&gt;Any negative reaction?! Just send me a message.&lt;br /&gt;Basta, yung talaga ang naramdaman ko sa pangayayring ito. Sorry for the terms I used, pero ganun talaga.. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-8733381363429403660?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/8733381363429403660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/07/wu-chun-calvin-chen-fanmeet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/8733381363429403660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/8733381363429403660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/07/wu-chun-calvin-chen-fanmeet.html' title='Wu Chun &amp; Calvin Chen Fanmeet'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-3259104059441361057</id><published>2008-07-06T22:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T09:53:19.687+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Times'/><title type='text'>What If...</title><content type='html'>...I &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; agree?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I did agree, who I am today?!&lt;br /&gt;Will it make me more mature?&lt;br /&gt;Will it make me happier?&lt;br /&gt;Will it make me stronger?&lt;br /&gt;Will it make me better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it the other way around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regret, as for me, is part of my life, I often feel regretful for the things that I haven't done. I can always here people say &lt;strong&gt;"The only thing you live to regret are the risks you didn't take."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TRUE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had one thing in life that you're most regretful of is the thing that you could have done but decided not to. Fear is one the factors why people chose not to take the risk. Fear of rejection, fear of disappointment and most of the time, fear of failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Some people just don't have enough courage to face all those fears&lt;/u&gt; (guilty of charge), thus they end up being regretful over the things that were supposed to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been wondering about this one incident way back ten thousand years ago (oops! Just exaggerating!) I think this is &lt;strong&gt;the first and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(hopefully)&lt;/span&gt; the last time&lt;/strong&gt; that I will be mumbling about this incident. But I won't be giving too much details because it's already in the past. Moreover, the reason behind this entry is just... I just want to vent things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This incident has a huge blow on me.&lt;/strong&gt; People around me doesn't know that this incident has this &lt;b&gt;BIG&lt;/b&gt; impact on me. They thought, all the while (and up to now) that it doesn't matter to me at all, but the truth is, it matters to me.. big time. I just don't want them to know because &lt;b&gt;I don't want to cause burden to other people.&lt;/b&gt; I'm afraid that they will ask and I don't have any answer to their inquiries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not as regretful as you may think.&lt;br /&gt;It's just... &lt;br /&gt;there are times that I can't help but think about it.&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of what if's in my mind when I came across with this memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what will I become if I did the other way around...&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what will &lt;b&gt;WE&lt;/b&gt; become if the other way around happens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;things will never be same.. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still mystified every time I bumped into this person. I always got crazy ideas. I would always have notions like this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEWILDERMENT, pare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, I still believe that the decision I made before, was part of the great plan for me and I believe that &lt;i&gt;it's one thing that I will never forget.. for the rest of my life..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-3259104059441361057?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/3259104059441361057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/3259104059441361057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/3259104059441361057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-if.html' title='What If...'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-838394296185650685</id><published>2008-07-04T01:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T06:05:46.702+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate Kiligera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Marathon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addiction'/><title type='text'>A Walk to Remember</title><content type='html'>Nung pauwi kami galing ng Batangas, nanonood si Phoebe ng &lt;strong&gt;A Walk to Remember&lt;/strong&gt;. Ang paborito namin movie. &lt;i&gt;(Bakit nga kaya paborito ng mga babae yung movie na 'to?!)&lt;/i&gt; Anyway, na-miss ko tuloy bigla si Landon at Jamie, kaya pinanood ko ulit siya kanina. Di pa rin siya nakakasawa. Tagus-tagusan pa rin yung movie. Love it. Ang nakakatawa pa, dahil nga isang libong beses ko na yata siyang napanood, nasasabayan ko na yung mga lines nila. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dahil dun, naisipan kong ilagay yung mga favorite lines ko from the movie, pati na rin yung tagline nung mismong movie isasama ko na rin.&lt;i&gt;(Iane, eto yung pang tapat ko sa My Sassy Girl mo.. Hahaha!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Taglines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out who you are and do it on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all comes down to who's by your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't belong. She was misunderstood. And she would change him forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take a risk. Dare to move. Love is a leap of faith.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes/Lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Chronological)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Einstein said, the more he studied the universe, the more he believed in a higher power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dean:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, if there is a higher power, then, why is it he can't get you a new sweater?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's too busy looking for your brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; Is this your idea of small talk or something? Because if it is, your social skills need some work, okay? No one forced him to jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; It's called peer pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; And how do you know about that? You read it in your precious book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; Please don't pretend like you know me, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; But I do. I do. We have all the same classes in the same school since Kindergarten. Why, you're Jamie Sullivan. You sit at lunch table seven, which isn't exactly the reject table, but it's definitely in self-exile territory. You have exactly one sweater. You like to look at your feet when you walk. Oh, and yeah, and for fun, you like to tutor on the weekends and hang out with the cool kids from the Stars and Planets. Now how's that sound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; Thoroughly predictable. Nothing I haven't heard before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; You don't care what people think about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Garber:&lt;/strong&gt; This year's spring musical is a story of burning passions and blazing tommyguns written by our very own Eddie Zimmerhoff. With words and music by Jamie Sullivan. It follows the rise and fall of Tommy 'the Gun' Thornton in prohibitionary New York. Eddie, perhaps you...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Landon enters)&lt;/span&gt; Mr. Carter, better late than never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sally:&lt;/strong&gt;: 'When did you know, Tommy?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; 'Know what?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sally:&lt;/strong&gt; 'That we were in love?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; 'Love? Uh... baby, believe me, you don't wanna go falling in love with a guy like me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sally:&lt;/strong&gt; 'It's too late, Tommy. I'm crazy about you. I'm breathing it, drinking it all in. Aren't you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; 'Yeah, I -- I don't know what I'm drinking, dollface, but if this is love, pour me another glass?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Garber:&lt;/strong&gt; Mr. Carter, are you trying to be bad at this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, no. It just comes naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, would it kill you to try?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yup. And I'm too young to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay, so you don't care about classes or graduating, but you like school because you're popular and you'll never be on top again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; That's thoroughly predictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt;Your act only works on an audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; 42.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; 42? What do you -- what do you mean, 42?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; 42 is befriend somebody you don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; It's a to-do list I have exempt from my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; What, like getting a new personality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; Mm. Spend a year in the peace corp. Make a medical discovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; That's ambitious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; Be in two places at once. Get a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's number one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; Jamie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; What do you want, Carter? I've known you for years, you've never been the first one to come up and say hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; I need help with my lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; Landon Carter's asking me for help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay. I'll pray for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; Jamie, no, look. You really need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; You've obviously never asked anybody for help before, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; A request like yours requires flattery and groveling. It can't be all about you. It has to be for the common good of everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; It is for the common good. Okay, Eddie Zimmerhoff deserves the best. Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay. One condition though, Carter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You have to promise you won't fall in love with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's not a problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay. I'll see you this afternoon after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reverend Sullivan: &lt;/strong&gt;Landon Carter's coming here? The boy's dangerous. He's careless. He's the worst kind of bully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; Daddy, what about forgiveness? You know, I -- I thought we had discussed that I was gonna be able to decide how I wanted to spend my time in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reverend Sullivan: &lt;/strong&gt;Well, it's him I don't trust, not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you doing here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I should ask you the same question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, do you normally walk by yourself in the cemetery at night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where you goin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Come and see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; Ah. Nature's miracles. I get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; Get what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; That you're into all this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; This... stuff. I -- I have my beliefs, I have faith, but don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; No. There's too much bad shit in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; Without suffering there'd be no compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, well tell that to those who suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey Carter. So, I'll see you after school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, in your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; What do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; You're not in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; You don't miss a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listen, Jamie, I was hopin' we could run lines together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay, but just not so anybody knows, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, I just figured we could surprise everyone with how good I get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like we could be secret friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exactly. Exactly. It's like you're reading my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Great. Um. Maybe you could read mine.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Jamie coldly stares to Landon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; Jamie. Jamie, I can't just be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; Landon, look, I thought I saw something in you. Something good. But I was very wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sally (as Caroline):&lt;/strong&gt; That's it. We are through. Go ahead and run your booze, You big dope! And I hope you drown in it.&lt;br /&gt;So. You must be the new girl he's hired. The singer? You want some free advice about this one? Stay far away. He's nothin' but trouble and cheap spats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon (as Tommy):&lt;/strong&gt; When you walked out of the rain and into my club, that wasn't just a coincidence, was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie (as Alicia):&lt;/strong&gt; Nothing's coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon (as Tommy):&lt;/strong&gt; Your face... you looked so familiar. Like this dame I knew once, only... It wasn't real, it was a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie (as Alicia):&lt;/strong&gt; Tell me about this dream girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon (as Tommy):&lt;/strong&gt; Well, I don't... remember. All I know... Is you're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Garber:&lt;/strong&gt; (whispering sharply) The song! The song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; (as Tommy): The dream...Help me to remember. Will you sing for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Carter: &lt;/strong&gt;Landon, don't walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; You taught me how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; People can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; And that would ruin your reputation how? (referring to the book) What's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm reading all the books on Mr. Rothman's list of contemporary American authors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; And how many books are there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; A hundred. But then there's his British list and his European list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; So, is this all on your list? To read all these books?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jamie. I'm tryin' here, okay? Maybe... Maybe I miss spending time with you. Maybe you inspire me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sounds like bull.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which part?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, it's not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prove it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; Jamie! Jamie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; You don't know the first thing about being someone's friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't wanna just be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; You don't know what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, neither do you, okay? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe you're just too scared that someone might actually wanna be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And why would that scare me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because then you wouldn't be able to hide behind your books or your frickin' telescope or your faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No. No.You know the real reason why you're scared ... is 'cause you wanna be with me, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reverend Sullivan: &lt;/strong&gt;Jamie. Boys like that... they have expectations. You know the rules around here are not gonna change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reverend Sullivan: &lt;/strong&gt;Now you might not care what I say or think, but you should care about God's opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; I think He wants me to be happy. Dad, it's just a sweater. I'm gonna go make us some dinner, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey. Um. I wanna ask you somethin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; Will you go out with me on Saturday night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; Um. I'm sorry. I... can't go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh. Um. You have somethin' else goin' on or --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; No. No. It's not that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; Then what is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm not allowed to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reverend Sullivan: &lt;/strong&gt;Can I help you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; Uh, yes, sir. I'd like to ask your daughter to dinner on Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reverend Sullivan: &lt;/strong&gt;That's not possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, with all due respect sir, I ask you to reconsider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reverend Sullivan: &lt;/strong&gt;With all due respect, Mr. Carter, I've made my decision. You can uh, exit the way you entered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listen, I'm sorry I haven't treated Jamie the way I should've. She deserves more than that. I am just asking you for the same thing that you teach us every day in church. And that's faith. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; Would you like to dance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; Uh, sorry. I don't dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; Me neither. I mean, not usually in front of anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, no. I mean, I - I don't -- At all. I c -- as in I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; Everybody can dance. Come on, you can't be that bad. Please? For me? Come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; What are we doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; Running! Okay, okay. Uh, stand there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; All right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay, one foot there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; And one foot here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; There you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; You're acting like a crazy person. What's going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay, right now, you're straddling the state line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; You're in two places at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How can you see places like this and have moments like this and not believe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're lucky to be so sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's like the wind. I can't see it, but I feel it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I feel wonder and beauty. Joy. Love. I mean, it's -- It's the center of everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; I might kiss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; I might be bad at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; That's not possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; Jamie? I love you. Now would be the time to say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I told you not to fall in love with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reverend Sullivan: &lt;/strong&gt;Jamie, your behavior's sinful. You're -- you're acting with that boy like you were --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; In love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reverend Sullivan: &lt;/strong&gt;Jamie, you are a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad. Look at me. I'm not a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reverend Sullivan: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then stop acting childish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reverend Sullivan: &lt;/strong&gt;Then be fair to him, Jamie, before things get worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; You planned this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, I hoped for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you trying to seduce me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why? Are you seduceable? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; Can you find this star? Right here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; Sure. So, why am I looking for this star?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; Because I had it named for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; It's official. It's from the International Star Registry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; This is wonderful. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; So. What's your number one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; To marry in the church where my mother grew up. It's where my parents were married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Carter: &lt;/strong&gt;I was doing laundry the other day...and I found this. 'Examine a moon rock. Go to college. Get into medical school.' Honey, these are really beautiful ambitions. They're -- but you're gonna have to work really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; I can do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Carter: &lt;/strong&gt;Yeah. You can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Momma, Jamie has faith in me, you know? She makes me wanna be different. Better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; Are you worried about your college applications?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; No. I'm not applying to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; I thought you said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; No. You assumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; Gonna take a year off? Try the peace corp thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay. What are you gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'll take you home. You'll be better tomorrow --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, no. Landon. I'm sick.I have leukemia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No. You're -- you're 18. You're perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No. No. I found out two years ago. I've stopped responding to treatments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So why didn't you tell me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The doctor said I should go on and live life normally as -- as best I could. I -- I didn't want anybody to be weird around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Including me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Especially you! You know, I -- I was getting along with everything fine. I accepted it. And then you happened. I do not need a reason to be angry with God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eric:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey. Your mom called me. Talk to me, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; About what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eric:&lt;/strong&gt; About you. About Jamie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; What's there to talk about? She's the best person I've ever known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eric:&lt;/strong&gt; I didn't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; It's okay, man. It's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; I have something for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; You do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; Mmhmm.(hands the book to him) Don't worry. It's not a Bible. It was my mother's. It's got quotes from our favorite books, quotes by famous people. Her thoughts. C'mon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay. Let's check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay. 'What is a friend? It's a single soul dwelling in two bodies.' Aristotle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; Mmm. Mm mm.(She points to another passage in the book.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay.'Find out who you are and do it on purpose.' That's Dolly Parton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; I always thought she was smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous.' 'Love is never boastful or conceited.&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Jaime recites with him)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and it is not resentful.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; You know what I figured out today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe God has a bigger plan for me then I had for myself. Like, this journey never ends. Like, you were sent to me because I'm sick... to help me through all this. You're my angel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; Mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; Will you do something for me then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; Anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; Will you marry me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reverend Sullivan: &lt;/strong&gt;Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful nor conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and it is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins, but delights in the truth. It is always ready to excuse. To trust. To hope. And to endure whatever comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; I, Landon Laurence Carter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; I, Jamie Elizabeth Sullivan, do solemnly swear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; Do solemnly swear to take Jamie Elizabeth Sullivan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; To take Landon Laurence Carter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; As my lawfully wedded wife,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; As my lawfully wedded husband,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; To honor and to cherish her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; All...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; All the days of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; ...of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon (voice-over):&lt;/strong&gt; Jamie and I had a perfect summer together with more love than lots of people know in a lifetime. And then she went... with her unfailing faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon (voice-over): &lt;/strong&gt;It's been four years, but the vision of Jamie walking towards me...will stay with me forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm sorry she never got her miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reverend Sullivan: &lt;/strong&gt;She did. It was you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon (voice over): &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jamie saved my life. She taught me everything about life, hope, and the long journey ahead. And I'll always miss her.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But her love is like the wind. I can't see it. But I can feel it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; Mukha ng script ng A Walk to Remember yung nilagay ko. Pero, nilagay ko na kasi lahat nung mga favorite part ko. Nakakadala pa rin yung mga lines na yan. Yung mga mga &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOLD&lt;/span&gt;, yun yung mga favorite lines ko. Panalo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-838394296185650685?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/838394296185650685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/07/nung-pauwi-kami-galing-ng-batangas_04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/838394296185650685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/838394296185650685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/07/nung-pauwi-kami-galing-ng-batangas_04.html' title='A Walk to Remember'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-8668435800782578637</id><published>2008-06-24T22:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T20:39:30.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asian Madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fangirl-ing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daydreaming'/><title type='text'>Fangirl-ing</title><content type='html'>Heto ka na naman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello pipol. Heto na naman ako, nagpapaka-lulong sa internet. :D Hahaha, parang droga lang. Imbes na gumagawa ako ng NCP, eto na naman ako at pagala-gala na naman sa cyberspace. Susme. May pasok pa bukas ng 9am, at mukhang aswang mode na naman ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, weeeeeell! Di ko na yata matakasan 'tong bisyo na 'to. Parang di ako mabubuhay ng walang internet connection. Deym! &lt;b&gt;E puro fangirl-ing lang naman ang ginagawa ko.&lt;/b&gt; Ayos kasi na mga &lt;u&gt;Taiwanese stars&lt;/u&gt; na yan e, nambulabog na naman ng buhay. Gravity, fangirl kung fangirl ang usapan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/chuncuhun.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="right" width="200px" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/chuncuhun.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaking of fangirl-ing.&lt;br /&gt;Isa sa pinakaaabangan kong balita mula sa pinakamamahal kong si Chun,&lt;strong&gt; ang pagpunta niya dito sa Pilipinas, ay magkakaroon na ng katuparan.&lt;/strong&gt; HUWAAAT! Well, para sa mga Chun fanatics na tulad ko, hindi na bago yung balitang yan.. :D Halos magulantang ang mga nalolokang fangirl na kagaya ko, nung mag-post si Chun sa blog niya sa &lt;a href="http://www.fahrenciti.com/eng/" target="_blank"&gt;Fahrenciti&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;[kung saan mga members lang ang pwedeng mag-view (poor me, di ko afford yung membership fee, kaya hintay na lang sa mga updates ng members)]&lt;/i&gt; na schedule niya for June &amp; July. At ang kinaloka ng buong barangay, pupunta siya dito sa Pinas para sa Promotion ng Romantic Princess. *screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halos &lt;u&gt;mag-seizures ako&lt;/u&gt; nung nalaman ko 'tong balitang 'to courtesy of &lt;a href="http://fahrenheitfans.multiply.com/" target="_blank"&gt;FahrenheitFans @ Multiply.&lt;/a&gt; Super. Kalagitnaan na ng gabi nung nabasa ko yun dito. Kaya naman halos hindi na ako makatulog nun. &lt;b&gt;Sino ba namang makakatulog nun, malalaman mong pupunta dito sa Pinas yung pinakamamahal mo sa buhay, sige nga try mong matulog!?!?&lt;/b&gt; EXAGGE! :D Gravity, mega-panic ang mga tao. Parang yung feeling ng mga taong lobo nung parating na yung pulang buwan. Promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan nga pala sa gilid yung post ni Chun sa Wretch blog niya. Devah! Fangirl talaga. Paki-click na lang po. Or kung gusto niyo yung blog niya talaga, makikita niyo yun &lt;a href="http://www.wretch.cc/blog/wuchun10cool" target="_blank"&gt;dito.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susme, super excited na ko.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish makapunta ko talaga. Kumusta naman na kaya yung mga ultimate fangirls ng mga forum?! Siguradong, mega-preparation na yung ginagawa nila para sa pagdating ng pinag-aagawan naming &lt;strong&gt;Papa Pisang.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Jia You! Cary niyo yan. Kita-kita na lang tayo sa mata. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Papa Pisang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan yung tawag ng mga Chillies sa &lt;a href="http://asianfanatics.net/forum/index.php?showtopic=507963" target="_blank"&gt;AsianFanatics Forum&lt;/a&gt; kay Chun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;q&gt;&lt;i&gt;He is our 'Papa Pisang' because of his love for bananas! - Chillies from AF&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-8668435800782578637?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/8668435800782578637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/06/fangirl-ing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/8668435800782578637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/8668435800782578637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/06/fangirl-ing.html' title='Fangirl-ing'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-3536050538108317215</id><published>2008-06-22T08:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T20:08:02.312+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favoritos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addiction'/><title type='text'>Ang paborito kong damit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meron ba kayong mga damit na paboritong-paborito niyo talaga?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yung tipong pagkahubad mo ng damit, gusto mo agad labhan sabay lagay sa dryer para pagkaligo mo, yun ulit yung isusuot mo?! &lt;i&gt;(medyo exagge yun!)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yung kahit warak-warak na sinusuot mo pa rin?!?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ako, meron!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/dsamit.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 1998 &lt;i&gt;(ayon sa aking pagkakatanda), &lt;/i&gt;nung natanggap ko 'tong damit na 'to galing kay Tita Helen. Susme, 2008 na! &lt;strong&gt;Mag iisang dekada na 'tong damit na 'to. =)&lt;/strong&gt; Super favorite ko talaga. Pinakakomportableng damit na nasuot ko. Ang lamig kasi sa katawan. &lt;i&gt;(malamig talaga kasi, butas na! hahaha!)&lt;/i&gt; Pero, seryoso, the best talaga 'tong damit na 'to.. Di ko maiwanan. Kahit sinasabi sakin nila Mama dati na ipamigay ko na 'to, di pa rin. Gusto ko talaga 'to, promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon nga e warak-warak na siya, pero sinusuot ko pa rin, kahit pantulog lang.&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png" /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Presko kasi e.&lt;/b&gt; Sana lang hindi siya tuluyang masira. :P At sana magkaron ako ulit ng ganitong klaseng damit.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meron talagang mga bagay na sadyang hindi mo mabitawan.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero kung sa bandang huli, kung nakatadhanang maglaho ito, kailangan mo itong tanggapin ng buong puso. Hindi man ito nanatili buong buhay mo, isipin mo na lang na minsan sa buhay mo, merong isang damit na nagpasaya sa'yo at kahit kelan mananatili ito sa puso mo... &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Akalain mo yun, naisip ko yun dahil lang sa damit kong 'to..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-3536050538108317215?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/3536050538108317215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/06/ang-paborito-kong-damit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/3536050538108317215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/3536050538108317215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/06/ang-paborito-kong-damit.html' title='Ang paborito kong damit.'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-6600949270858229731</id><published>2008-06-09T21:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T20:09:14.610+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Times'/><title type='text'>Solo Flight</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Ever tried being alone...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; on LRT?!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Ako OO!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gulay! Pumunta kasi ako nung ng JRMMC para kuhanin yung mga gamot na pinapakuha ni Mama kay Ninag Monsie. Sa may LRT ako sasakay pauwi, sa may Tayuman. Tuwing sasakay ako ng LRT, dun na ako lagi sa may last coach&lt;i&gt;(yun yung term sa mga railcars according to Mama)&lt;/i&gt; sumasakay. Nasanay na kasi ako sa may EDSA station. Sa last door ng last coach ako sumasakay kasi konti lang pasahero dun. So nung nasa Tayuman ako, dun din ako pumunta. Pero nung makita kong mag-isa lang ako sa part na yun, medyo umabante ako kasi parang nakaka-ewan, mag-isa lang ako. Nung parating na yung train, which is 3G (buti na lang, my favorite!&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/thumbs_up.png"&gt;) konti lang yung mga pasahero sa unahan, tapos yung mga parteng gitna, halos wala na. Pagtigil nung train, dun pa rin pala ako sa last coach sasakay.. and guess what!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/DSC01059.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadaaa! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/omg.png"&gt;Walang lamang pasahero. &lt;strong&gt;Ako lang mag-isa dun. &lt;/strong&gt;Nakakaloka. Nung una natakot pa ako, kasi nga ako lang mag-isa dun. Paano na lang kung may mangyaring kung ano, ano na lang gagawin. Pero as usual, natuwa na naman ako, kasi nga mag-isa lang ako. Nakakaaliw. &lt;u&gt;Once in a lifetime experience 'to.&lt;/u&gt; Mega-text pa ako kay Mama. Sabi niya, &lt;b&gt;baka naman daw inarkila ko na yung LRT. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/DSC01060.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dahil nga minsa lang mangyari 'to. Picture siyempre.&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/camera.png"&gt; Kaaliw. Kung may tripod nga lang sana ako, magpipictorial ako dun. Kasi ba naman tatlong station muna yung nadaanan bago pa man magkaroon ng pasahero. Kaaliw talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana maulit muli.. Nakakatuwa talaga. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp; Taken from &lt;a href="http://marjyeneth.multiply.com" target="blank"&gt;my multiply&lt;/a&gt; account.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-6600949270858229731?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/6600949270858229731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/06/ever-tried-being-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/6600949270858229731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/6600949270858229731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/06/ever-tried-being-alone.html' title='Solo Flight'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-7864304231728262885</id><published>2008-06-04T03:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T20:11:18.242+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insomnia Attack'/><title type='text'>Aswang Mode</title><content type='html'>Gravity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas-tres na ng umaga, hindi pa rin ako nakakatulog. Ngayon lang ako ulit gising ng ganitong oras. Matagal na rin akong hindi umaabot sa ganitong oras. Pinakamatagal na e yung ala-una ng madaling araw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bakit kaya hindi ako makatulog ngayon?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas-dose pa lang, inaantok na ko. Pero di ko naman magawang matulog. Hindi ko alam kung bakit di na naman ako makatulog. Ang dami ko ng ginawa para makatulog ako pero wa epek. Eto pa rin ako, mulagat na mulagat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Wala naman akong kinain/ininom na makakapagpagising sakin ng ganito.&lt;/s&gt; Ay, meron pala. Naalala ko na, yung &lt;u&gt;pagkatamis-tamis na &lt;strong&gt;red tea sa Karate Kid&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/u&gt; Naka-kalahating baso ako dun (which is madalang lang mangyari dahil kadalasan &lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;/&lt;sub&gt;4&lt;/sub&gt; lang lagi naiinom ko). Ang tindi talaga ng epekto ng tsaa sa akin. Hindi ako pinapatulog. Susme. Buti na lang at wala akong pasok bukas kaya okay lang na tanghali gumising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyooo, gusto ko ng matulog. Patulugin niyo na ko. Naturingan pa naman akong &lt;b&gt;Narcoleptic at Catatonic,&lt;/b&gt; tapos hindi ako makatulog. Grabee na ito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-7864304231728262885?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/7864304231728262885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/06/aswang-mode.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/7864304231728262885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/7864304231728262885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/06/aswang-mode.html' title='Aswang Mode'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-7116358363427727265</id><published>2008-05-24T20:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T20:13:30.578+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Up-to-the-minute'/><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/haircut.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit ilang linggo na ang nakakalipas nung magpagupit ako, di pa rin ako maka let go sa bago kong gupit. Naaliw pa rin ako. =) At dahil laging sinasabi nila mama na yung itsura ko daw parang nung preschool ako, kaya ayun hinanap ko yung picture ko nung preschool ako. Hahaha. Oo nga, yun nga. Nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pansinin yung picture sa taas. Yung nakasulat. Kulang ng "hair" dun sa "I cut my.." hahaha. TYPO NA NAMAN.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-7116358363427727265?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/7116358363427727265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/05/nostalgia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/7116358363427727265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/7116358363427727265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/05/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-7221118573742298722</id><published>2008-05-16T23:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T22:02:00.129+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Rants'/><title type='text'>Cramps.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/keep_Score_by_shaDed_black.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:110%;"&gt;I'm having risk for cramps. Like, when I'm standing up, I felt like if I step another one, my legs will have cramps. That's why I can't walk properly right now. I can't stretch my legs. Huhuhu. Poor me. Maybe because I played basketball on Tom's World yesterday. and it was non-stop. My right hand is also painful. I can't move it this morning. *ouch* We played like hell yesterday and now it hurts like hell &lt;i&gt;(hmm, as if I know what hell feels like.. hahaha!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; I need some pain killers. &lt;/b&gt;Advil?! or Pau?! &lt;i&gt;(Walang aww.. sa Pau!)&lt;/i&gt; =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-7221118573742298722?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/7221118573742298722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/05/cramps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/7221118573742298722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/7221118573742298722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/05/cramps.html' title='Cramps.'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-3637448372657495585</id><published>2008-05-14T21:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T20:17:41.945+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LSS'/><title type='text'>Here In My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;*singing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause here in my heart&lt;br /&gt;There's a picture of us&lt;br /&gt;Together forever&lt;br /&gt;Unfaded and unbroken&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;Your love covers me&lt;br /&gt;Forever more you'll be&lt;br /&gt;Here in my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;LSS mode, once again. =) I've been searching for this song for quite a while now. I can't download it on Limewire and it's no where to be found on the internet. DANG! I'm so frustrated. But thanks to Phoebe, she has this song on here iPod and of course, would I miss the chance to copy it?! Wohooo. At last, I really love this song, since it was released few years back. Now, my ears are bleeding [exxage!], it's playing non-stop. Hahahaha! Addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I've been doing (and thinking) for the last few weeks?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;TOXIC @ duty.&lt;/b&gt; Well, not really. That's just the thing that's keeping me busy. But, the end is near(sounds too sarcastic :D) Five more days to go, and I'm off! Wohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Kawaii madness.&lt;/b&gt; I'm still in love with all these cute stuffs. Love 'em all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;New 'do.&lt;/b&gt; Do I need to say more?! Love it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/cuttie.jpg" target="blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i32/yvetskie/Copyofcuttie.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;I can't find the right words.&lt;/b&gt; My usual dilemma, I am very eager to post an entry but I can't find the right words to express how I feel or what I am thinking. Where did all those words go?! (Maybe it flies to the moon. DANG!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;I'm currently addicted to a lot of things.&lt;/b&gt; When I say A LOT, it's really A LOT. I'll create another entry for these addictions(when I am in the mood to type. :P), so watch out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-3637448372657495585?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/3637448372657495585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/05/here-in-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/3637448372657495585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/3637448372657495585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/05/here-in-my-heart.html' title='Here In My Heart'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-2962184736404629922</id><published>2008-05-05T11:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T20:18:31.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Rants'/><title type='text'>No matter.</title><content type='html'>It doesn't matter it your hair is long or short.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if you have flawless skin or not.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if your slim or fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It matters on how you carry yourself well and make sure that no matter what flaws you have, you will still be the unique individual who can make a difference in this world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO MATTER WHAT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;just ranting out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-2962184736404629922?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/2962184736404629922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-matter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/2962184736404629922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/2962184736404629922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-matter.html' title='No matter.'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18755367.post-7165964074214782935</id><published>2008-05-03T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T20:21:00.374+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cyber chitchat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Up-to-the-minute'/><title type='text'>So Kawaii.</title><content type='html'>I'm super in-love with "kawaii" thingies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dahil dyan, gumawa na ako ng layout. Super cute talaga. Naaliw ako. Cute. Cute. Cute. 2nd kawaii product ko ito, una yung desktop ko. so still, bare with me. And I just got the idea from &lt;a href="http://unprettysupalda.multiply.com/" target="blank"&gt;Ejay&lt;/a&gt;. Super galing niya talaga gumawa. As in. Saludo ako sa kanya. Promise. At siya ang inspiration ko kaya ako gumawa ng kawaii layout. Adik. Stalker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medyo matagal ko nga lang nagawa yung layout na 'to, mga limang na oras siguro (kung pagsasama-samahin yung oras). Kaya tumagal ng ganyan kasi wala akong maisip na ilalagay. Kaya ayun naubos yung oras ko kakaisip ng pwedeng ilagay dun sa layout. Hayun, sa awa ng Photoshop, natapos ko rin naman siya. Masyadong ma-detalye gumawa ng ganito. So parang matatagalan pa bago ako maka-gawa uli ng layout. Kapag sinipag ko. Para kasi sa mga matiya-tiyaga yung ganitong klaseng design. E nuknukan pa naman ako ng tamad kaya, mukhang matatagalan 'tong layout na 'to dito. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, kung may nakalimutan pala akong i-credit pakisabi na lang. Di ko na kasi maalala kung saan ko nakuha yung ibang images, matagal na kasi yun. Yun lang pow. Salamat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18755367-7165964074214782935?l=smooochies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/feeds/7165964074214782935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-kawaii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/7165964074214782935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18755367/posts/default/7165964074214782935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smooochies.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-kawaii.html' title='So Kawaii.'/><author><name> </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15095236300359734069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6s-jUsjUFU/S88qlpKl2_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ERpa8oT8iDQ/S220/Copy+of+headd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
