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  <title>Rough Around the Edges</title>
  <subtitle>endz</subtitle>
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    <email>penny_lane_105@yahoo.com</email>
    <name>endz</name>
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  <updated>2009-12-04T00:16:02Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:creamofdcrap:132315</id>
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    <title>One month to go!</title>
    <published>2009-12-04T00:16:02Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-04T00:16:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I want to start a new journal - That's what i've been planning since last month but never got the chance to really do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait for this year to be over!! whew.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:creamofdcrap:131809</id>
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    <title>2year mark</title>
    <published>2009-10-18T01:16:21Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-18T01:16:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;I don't know if there will ever be a time that you will stop asking for more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached my 2year old mark at my current job and I've decided it's time to turn a corner and change directions. To where I'm going I'm not really sure yet. I'm young, single, (crazy), I can do whatever I want right? Nevertheless, even if you have read a thousand success stories, the concept of failure can still linger inside no matter how many times you want to shake it off your system.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my current job, everyday I meet someone new and I almost categorize them into two types: People I want to become and I don't want to become.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are very few offices that I walk into and see that the people are happy working there. I guess getting rich is easier than being respected. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:creamofdcrap:131437</id>
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    <title>Still Alive!</title>
    <published>2009-06-24T18:54:40Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-24T18:54:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's 2am in the morning and I simply can't sleep. For the past few days, my fingers have been itching to type and unload my brain from all its (decaying) overwhelming ideas. I simply can't stay still for more than 10 minutes when I'm a wake. At the back of my mind,&amp;nbsp;a task needs to be finished, a deadline has to be completed, a commitment&amp;nbsp;should be fulfilled, a follow-up has to be done. Idleness is just not my friend&amp;nbsp;these days. It makes me feel lost. It's just too disturbing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point, I reach my limit and from time to time ask myself if all the stress is worth it?&amp;nbsp;Somehow my boss answered that for me this morning, if&amp;nbsp;it gives you peace, then all the trouble and the worry&amp;nbsp;is worth it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the stress reminds me of the story of Socrates being a &amp;quot;fly&amp;quot;.&amp;nbsp;--&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp; Don't ask me why. I'm still trying to figure out the connection. (A part of me wants to do it the obama way and just swat all the&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;pests&amp;quot; dead till they cringe&amp;nbsp;and be silent on the floor) Seriously though, maybe it's just how the universe is telling me not to be complacent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a new &amp;quot;hobby&amp;quot; over the past month. It's a very expensive one, but I don't regret any single centavo spent. They say digital &amp;nbsp;photography is a form of instant self gratification. You click click click, listen to the sweet shutter and surprise yourself with a great shot. You end up happy, contented. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In photography class, they taught us that art is never&amp;nbsp;random, it's&amp;nbsp;always intentional. Then again, the&amp;nbsp; beauty of&amp;nbsp;this is that&amp;nbsp;the photographer doesn't really &amp;nbsp;get the perfect shot.. it just gets&amp;nbsp;him.&amp;nbsp;And why is that? I'm&amp;nbsp;not really sure, but digging deeper here's my take on it.&amp;nbsp;Somehow, the pictures made my faith alive again. It's&amp;nbsp;beautiful, unexplainable,&amp;nbsp;simply because it's God's work.&amp;nbsp;Every picture taken is an artist's prayer, let it be the one that I'm aiming for... creating a universal message that transcends boundaries of age, race, gender. Now that's how God speaks isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to sleep. Hopefully more stories (and pictures!) about day to day activities. I believe my life is reality tv material.</content>
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    <title>25 randomness</title>
    <published>2009-02-03T17:47:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-03T17:47:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My 25 random things as tagged by people in facebook and lj friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love driving I loved it even more now that I drive a manual car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Whenever I cry I suddenly smell or my brain sends signals that remind me of a pickled chicken dish. I think that was our ulam for lunch when one time my mom got angry about something and I tried to hold back tears while eating pickled chicken. Ugh I really don't like that dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I was recently forced to sing in public. I don't sing so I ended up choosing Andrew E's Humanap Ka Ng Panget in the videoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm not high maintenance. But it takes me forever to get dressed and to fix myself. I guess I'm just slow and fickle minded haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. On a date, I sometimes get stressed ordering food when the guy wants to pay for the meal and I'm super hungry. I'd rather pay for my share because I really eat a lot pag gutom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I always sleep on one side of the bed. I don't like sleeping in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Back in the day when there was no cable, I would go to my lola's house in the afternoon to read liwayway magazine! Haha. Classic pinoy stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Once upon a time, I thought the skyway was a shortcut to c5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I haven't been to enchanted kingdom. Nor have I watched a movie in greenbelt (that is so weird noh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I tried to learn how to play the piano, no success at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I already had more than 10 dogs, but they all died after a few months. Haha! I'm so scared to own one now I'm sticking to a virtual pet this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. When I was in grade 5, I tried to learn computer programing, my dad bought me tutorial CDs on c++?? Haha. I don't know why I lost interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I really enjoyed dissecting the frog back in high school! I want to do it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. It was Kate Hudson and the full house girl's fault, that's why I curled my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I started selling stuff when I was 7 yrs old. I sold my mom's chocolates to my classmates and faculty members even though it was bawal. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. My dad bought me all the cassette tapes of Code Red! I think he got carried away with the promos, it came with a code red bag! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I once gave an mmda officer mcdo coupons dahil wala na kong pera (I think may 100 naman na kasama yun or was it 20 pesos?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. There's a river is a few meters away from our backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I once rode the ferry going to divisoria. The trip on the way, I had to endure ray Valera classics while random ferry people sing in chorus onthe way back mas sosyal, they played the pussycat dolls concert for 500x paulit ulit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Giselle's former house help is now an author of 2 pinoy romance novels (sorry giselle, this is your random fact but it's just so cool to share! Buti pa si ate may napublish na libro!!) haha. I want to be an author of something din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. There was a time I didn't eat chocolates for months,  after that I could only eat so much. I don't like finishing a bar at one sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I can't sleep if I didn't drink a glass of water and pee right after drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. One thing I miss about school is carrying a backpack and buying senseless school supplies! National bookstore is heaven for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I love breakfast places. Flapjacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. My middle name and last name are the same.</content>
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    <title>2008 - Can't wait for you to be over. haha</title>
    <published>2008-12-31T02:17:24Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-31T02:17:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;Crap load of things happened in 2008. But why not focus on good things this time around? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that I'm really thankful for this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Si God - I may not be the most religious person the paulinian nuns produced but seriously I really love him for putting up with all my whims, and for making my friends and family love me enough to still be here for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My crazy laid back family and our dogs - I do understand all your weird forms of affection. To the dogs, without you guys, the midlife crisis of my parents could have been all out of proportion. So to my friends with parents experiencing bursts of temporary insanity, get them pets.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Gangness - Can't wait to do our &amp;quot;list&amp;quot; and get broke again with you all. Inuman na, mich is on her way home ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My car and free gas - Still no permanent name for the car. Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Isaw, for being the ultimate comfort food. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'm, missing out on a lot of other things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, over the holidays I've finally seen that sometimes the best gifts doesn't really come inside boxes. But like what deps said, Happiness comes in all forms, from many &amp;quot;ones&amp;quot;! One song, One hug, One phone call.. and not just from the &amp;quot;one&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to start the New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. My dad just bought another tv... for my brother! (the samsung flat screen that I secretly wanted) 0_0 He renovated my brother's room earlier this year and I have a feeling it was the 14year old kid in him that designed the room.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>For 2009</title>
    <published>2008-12-29T13:31:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-29T13:31:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling ambitious at the moment. This must be an adverse effect of bumming or too much sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 2009, I want to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be more financially savvy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hit my quota and take things more seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Start and manage my own small business on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Decide on what course I want to take for graduate studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Travel - Domestic list would include Cam sur, sagada or bora. International list would include US and Singapore. (Lord, please)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Study make-up. (kikay, i'm inspired)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Study photography (or another language)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Be free from breakouts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Buy a new phone with a decent camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Go out with.. &lt;strike&gt;(Mr. gg)&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;Haha or whoever. Chill na lang muna.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I want to do the 2009 365 challenge! 3 more days to think about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I still don't have an idea what to do for next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gangness,&amp;nbsp;please reserve saturday night&amp;nbsp;for me. I'm hoping everyone will be in manila by then. &lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Hmm..</title>
    <published>2008-12-27T17:56:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-27T17:59:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh wow. It feels like I'm in high school again. Hahahaha. ^_^</content>
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    <title>Happy Holidays Y'all!</title>
    <published>2008-12-27T02:10:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-27T02:39:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Christmas this year is much more quiet than the previous years, and I'm not complaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 24th this year marked my parent's 25th wedding anniversary. So 25 years ago, the scene was like this: Wedding   reception = noche buena. Tipid! Haha. Seriously, it's actually a very practical idea.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a bit anxious about the long vacation ahead. I really hate being idle. This december only proved that I will keep myself busy and stressed even if it means getting sick as long as I'm not idle. I'd rather be sick and stressed out than to be quiet in some corner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Clean the car - as in wash and vacuum the inside&lt;br /&gt;2. Clean my room&amp;nbsp; - Garage sale anyone?&lt;br /&gt;3. Read Malcolm Gladwell's new book. - I asked my dad if this could be my birthday present.. he said yes. and I added Money Sense and Real Living. Hee Hee. Sorry daddy!&amp;nbsp; &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; I'm too kuripot to spend my money on magazines I really want to buy. But hey, the bill is less than a thousand bucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; PS. Lakers won. For what it's worth, I saw the last 59 seconds of the game and Kobe's interview. So yeah, I'm one happy fan.</content>
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    <title>Christmas churva</title>
    <published>2008-12-22T11:19:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-22T11:19:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I can't believe I'm feeling sick.&amp;nbsp; Nooo this can't be happening with Christmas just around the corner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasalanan to ng pagiging masipag and not consuming paid leaves. (Because what's the difference? People will still call me up and ask me to do things and saying that you're on vacation is really not an acceptable nswer) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to burn the holiday calories, I went to the city hall of pasig and walked&amp;nbsp;12 flights of stairs going up and 8 flights of stairs going down. Kaya eto nagkasakit. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want for Christmas is a&amp;nbsp;red moleskin 2009 daily planner.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Wah. I'm so broke from buying shoes. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;***</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:creamofdcrap:129592</id>
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    <title>Feeling the Christmasy spirit..</title>
    <published>2008-12-16T05:44:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-16T05:44:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I went to my first simbang gabi last night @ gesu. Yes, first time... i love jesuit masses. Just what i needed, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 was simply a blah when I look at my old posts. I just hope 2009 would have more post-worthy events ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;p style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #333333"&gt;YEAR IN REVIEW: Take the first sentence (or two) from the first post of each month of 2008. That's your year in review. Italics are updates if need be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #333333"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;January&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Birthday thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Somehow I wish that my birthday didn't land on the first week of January. Masyadong magkakasunod ang mga &amp;quot;celebrations&amp;quot; at nagkukuripot ang mga tao. Isang gift for birthday at pasko haha. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;February&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #333333"&gt;Pau Gasol is now a Laker. Spanish hottie now a Laker.&amp;nbsp;waaaaaaaaaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;March&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I unleashed hell upon my little sister who was acting like a total bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;April&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you friends!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="background: white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;May&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now reading Sun Tzu's Art of War the second time around (the first time I read it was back in high school and I don't think it made a lot of sense hahaha) But now I'm desperate to make at least &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333"&gt;some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;sense out of it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="background: white"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No post for June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #333333"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;July&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hellip;and july&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;August&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hello world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more happy thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;September&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out yesterday that there&amp;rsquo;s really only one reason why two people fall apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #333333"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;October&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In just a few hours I will say goodbye to my straight hair. I decided to follow my instincts and give a change in hairstyle a try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #333333"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;November&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal"&gt;When yas first asked me to read this, I was numb, I wasn't sure if it was the right time to embrace it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal"&gt;I think now is the perfect time to post this. No more apologies for anyone&amp;nbsp;this time around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #333333"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #333333"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #333333"&gt;It takes two weeks to make and break a habit. I read that somewhere, and I really hope that this time around it's still true for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>December Madness!!</title>
    <published>2008-12-08T15:10:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-08T15:10:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I need some long sleeping time... but I don't think I'll be getting that until thursday. My schedule is so messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update you guys after all the hooplah. I've been itching to write some entertaining blog entry for the past couple of days but no time to do so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame Greek for that, and my super screwed up brain for wanting to do lots of stuff all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I need more moolah this Christmas! Wah!</content>
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    <title>creamofdcrap @ 2008-12-02T10:45:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-02T03:05:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-30T03:01:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It takes two weeks to make and break a habit. I read that somewhere, and I really hope that this time around it's still true for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery happy weekend for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was girl's day out with the gang. I looooooooove Flapjacks. Sulit best breakfast place so far ^_^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bench warehouse sale was chaotic. -- Sale ng masa. Think frenzy sweaty people inside a warehouse. Hey, I'm not complaining basta mura at sulit why not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The St. James Bazaar was also chaotic. --Sale ng mga sosyal. Think sweaty people only in Ayala Alabang. No farm animals here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to my partner in crime pia for her successful stint. I'm so proud of you dear! (She should really join project runway, coz she's good TV material.. I don't want to watch another gay designer na trying hard mag english.. hahaha) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i spent the wholse sunday, bumming and watching 90210 (i knew I watched this show as a kid, only i didn't really get it back then) and Greek. I love greek, like American Pie, only longer. Ha ha. But the script is good, better than GG and 90210 actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was the wine shop's blessing. Sayang guys there was Cebu Lechon!! If you live in Greenwoods, Parkwoods or Pinagbuhatan, and would need alcohol, contact me! =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other news, I've decided to change my multiply account. I haven't fixed it yet because I haven't found a decent layout. I know it would be much simpler to delete contacts but I don't want to take any chances of getting news from people I hate at the moment. So please&amp;nbsp;accept my new invites =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;really have to go back to&amp;nbsp;the gym and get some endorphins back. For those of you asking for gym membership&amp;nbsp;at red corner, I'll try&amp;nbsp;to arrange a free workout session&amp;nbsp;for the gang.&amp;nbsp;Tell me guys if you're interested. &amp;nbsp;=)&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>so what's next?</title>
    <published>2008-11-11T03:00:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-11T03:05:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When yas first asked me to read this, I was numb, I wasn't sure if it was the right time to embrace it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think now is the perfect time to post this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more apologies for anyone&amp;nbsp;this time around.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing Cycles&lt;br /&gt;P. Coelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One always has to know when a stage comes to an end. &amp;nbsp;If we insist on&lt;br /&gt;staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the &lt;br /&gt;meaning of the other stages we have to go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters&lt;br /&gt;Whatever name we give it, what matters is to leave the past the moments&lt;br /&gt;of life that have finished. &amp;nbsp;Did you lose your job? &amp;nbsp;Has a loving &lt;br /&gt;relationship come to an end? &amp;nbsp;Did you leave your parents' house? &amp;nbsp;Gone to&lt;br /&gt;live abroad? &amp;nbsp;Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller"&gt;You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened. &amp;nbsp;You can tell &lt;br /&gt;yourself you won't take another step until you find out why certain things&lt;br /&gt;that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just&lt;br /&gt;like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller"&gt;But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved: &amp;nbsp;your &lt;br /&gt;parents, your husband or wife, your friends, your children, your sister,&lt;br /&gt;everyone will be finishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on&lt;br /&gt;with life, and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller"&gt;None of us can be in the present and the past at the same time, not even&lt;br /&gt;when we try to understand the things that happen to us. &amp;nbsp;What has passed&lt;br /&gt;will not return: &amp;nbsp;we cannot forever be children, late adolescents, sons that &lt;br /&gt;feel guilt or rancor towards our parents, lovers who day and night relive an&lt;br /&gt;affair with someone who has gone away and has not the least intention of&lt;br /&gt;coming back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller"&gt;Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away. &amp;nbsp;That is &lt;br /&gt;why it is so important (however painful it may be!) to destroy souvenirs,&lt;br /&gt;move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell or donate the books you&lt;br /&gt;have at home. &amp;nbsp;Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the &lt;br /&gt;invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts and getting rid of&lt;br /&gt;certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take&lt;br /&gt;their place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller"&gt;Let things go. &amp;nbsp;Release them. &amp;nbsp;Detach yourself from them. &amp;nbsp;Nobody plays this &lt;br /&gt;life with marked cards, so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. &amp;nbsp;Do not&lt;br /&gt;expect anything in return, do not expect your efforts to be appreciated,&lt;br /&gt;your genius to be discovered, your love to be understood. &amp;nbsp;Stop turning on &lt;br /&gt;your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again, the&lt;br /&gt;one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: &amp;nbsp;that is only&lt;br /&gt;poisoning you, nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller"&gt;Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are &lt;br /&gt;broken off, work that is promised but there is no starting date, decisions&lt;br /&gt;that are always put off waiting for the ideal moment. &amp;nbsp;Before a new chapter&lt;br /&gt;is begun, the old one has to be finished: &amp;nbsp;tell yourself that what has &lt;br /&gt;passed will never come back. &amp;nbsp;Remember that there was a time when you could&lt;br /&gt;live without that thing or that person. &amp;nbsp;Nothing is irreplaceable. &amp;nbsp;A habit&lt;br /&gt;is not a need. &amp;nbsp;This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult, but it &lt;br /&gt;is very important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller"&gt;Closing cycles. &amp;nbsp;Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply&lt;br /&gt;because that no longer fits your life. &amp;nbsp;Shut the door, change the record,&lt;br /&gt;clean the house, shake off the dust. &amp;nbsp;Stop being who you were, and change &lt;br /&gt;into who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Random Thoughts</title>
    <published>2008-10-26T13:45:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-26T13:45:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Random stuff:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Pia and I are&amp;nbsp;flying down south this friday. And we don't have any plans yet on what to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Is it really possible that I want to have a career that promotes sustainable energy, development and&amp;nbsp;proper use of resources, but at the same time I'm gasping at Eluxury items? Seriously, I want to change the world... in style.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Suddenly I'm feeding myself with positive images of Japanese cherry blossoms, kimonos and sweet raw fish. But&amp;nbsp;going to Japan will not happen in the near&amp;nbsp;future.&amp;nbsp;Hopefully my Japanese dreams will begin on my birthday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. My thumb hurts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5.&amp;nbsp;I can't help&amp;nbsp;it&amp;nbsp;if the way I relate to&amp;nbsp;a lot of&amp;nbsp;people does not change over time. That's just the way I am. I'm too transparent. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. I want to change my &amp;quot;single's&amp;nbsp;phone&amp;quot; haha!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;(tigs, donna, let's see who breaks the curse.. haha)&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>...</title>
    <published>2008-10-08T02:33:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-08T02:33:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;Your Universe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; font-family: verdana" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something&lt;br /&gt;When the rain falls on your face&lt;br /&gt;How do you quickly replace&lt;br /&gt;It with&lt;br /&gt;A golden summer smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something&lt;br /&gt;When I'm feelin' tired and afraid&lt;br /&gt;How do you know just what to say&lt;br /&gt;To make&lt;br /&gt;Everything alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't think that you even realize&lt;br /&gt;The joy you make me feel when I'm inside&lt;br /&gt;Your universe&lt;br /&gt;You hold me like I'm the one who's precious&lt;br /&gt;I hate to break it to you but it's just&lt;br /&gt;The other way around&lt;br /&gt;You can thank your stars all you want but&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be the lucky one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something&lt;br /&gt;When I'm 'bout to lose control&lt;br /&gt;How do you patiently hold&lt;br /&gt;My hand&lt;br /&gt;And gently calm me down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something&lt;br /&gt;When you sing and when you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always photograph&lt;br /&gt;My heart&lt;br /&gt;Flyin way above the clouds?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Blogging from Coffee Bean</title>
    <published>2008-10-02T08:02:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-02T08:02:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">In just a few hours I will say goodbye to my straight hair. I decided to follow my instincts and give a change in hairstyle a try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that i look too plain these days.&amp;nbsp;It's time to come out of my shell.&amp;nbsp;I know I&amp;nbsp;am everything&amp;nbsp;but simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe, break ups are very costly. I'm burning my&amp;nbsp;money more than necessary. haha.&amp;nbsp;I just&amp;nbsp;can't help but indulge &amp;nbsp;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. coffee bean's kahlua cappucino mousse is luv. Napamura ko nung unang kagat ko.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:creamofdcrap:127023</id>
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    <title>Why do bad things happen to good people?</title>
    <published>2008-08-11T20:30:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-11T20:30:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;I slept earlier than usual last night. I have been very sluggish the past few days, doing a lot of things and it still feels like I accomplished nothing at the end of the day. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;I guess I’m still in denial that I’m affected by the resignation of my boss. The change that’s happening is quite overwhelming. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Anyway, I was suddenly woken by the uncomfortable freezing temperature in our room. The aircon was in full blast. I have no idea what time it was. After turning off the aircon and settling down in my bed, I suddenly remember two people. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;My ate joy’s baby, Carmella Jocelyn, will have a bypass operation this morning. She’s six months old. One of her arteries got tangled around her lungs and she’s having a hard time to breathe. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Then there’s Ate TJ.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Ate TJ is one of the sisters of jong, my childhood best friend. She’s one of the genuinely nice people I ever met. She’s a graduate of Biology, UP Los Baňos. She wanted to become a doctor but didn’t pursue it since she had to work right away for her family. She’s a born again Christian who seriously devoted her life in &lt;strong&gt;Serving God.&lt;/strong&gt; (I think to the point that she almost lived inside the Church). &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;She’s just 28 years old, and just got married last February. She's&amp;nbsp;5 months pregnant too. I got a message yesterday morning that she was in the ICU due to lupus, dengue, and UTI. I can’t believe a person can be that sick.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;I accompanied my tita to medical city earlier and I did not have the heart to look at ate TJ. I knew that if it was her time, I would like to preserve a healthy image of ate tj in my mind. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;And so I prayed in my bed that they will be okay. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;After a few minutes, I became uneasy, I went to the bathroom and saw that it was 3am. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;When I came back to bed, I checked my phone, and a message said that Ate Tj is already gone. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;There’s pain and confusion that’s now nagging inside me, it makes me want to write everything right now. Why her? Why someone like her? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;PS. Please pray for Carmella, I hope God will give her a chance. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Thanks for the memories ate tj. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>hey hey hey</title>
    <published>2008-08-02T01:54:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-02T01:54:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh hello world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more happy thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want more shopping money. (kahit na this month pinakmalaki nagastos ko)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other news, I started going to the gym regularly last july. In fairness, i'm starting to enjoy it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trainer told me that I have negative muscle mass in my body. So i guess literally buto at balat lang talaga ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Kinululit ko si juday na mag camsur tayo. kulitin nyo rin sya. hahahhaa.</content>
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    <title>geek mode on a saturday</title>
    <published>2008-05-03T12:01:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-03T12:01:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I'm now reading Sun Tzu's Art of War the second time around (the first time I read it was back in high school and I don't think it made a lot of sense hahaha) But now I'm desperate to make at least &lt;em&gt;some &lt;/em&gt;sense out of it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you know enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat. if you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you will succumb in every battle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wah, it's just the first week of may, and yet it feels like the end of may is already next week. I'm so anxious about time and productivity. Hirap talag kumita ng pera. 0_0&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>oh wow.</title>
    <published>2008-04-04T13:45:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-04T13:45:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I've been very anxious about the month of April since last year. Now that everything starts to unfold (as I expected it to be), I really don't know what to feel. Tulad ng sabi ni chot &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I would like to believe that I'm not nervous."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Alam niyo ba yung feeling nung uso pa ang brown out sa pilipinas kapag nasa kwarto ka mag isa at maliwanag at biglang nawalan ng ilaw?&lt;br /&gt;Hindi mo alam kung san hahanapin yung flashlight kaya tiyatiyagain mo na lang muna yung dilim dahil alam mong may makikita kang ilaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun. I'm just left with struggling and&amp;nbsp;believing that&amp;nbsp;there's a big bright light amidst the overwhelming things that leave me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;scared &amp;amp; clueless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Can't hardly wait!</title>
    <published>2008-04-01T05:33:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-01T05:33:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I miss you friends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sharing lang... haha... dahil tinatamad ako mag kwento ng kung ano ano..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny email from Doox....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man and woman had been married for more than 60 years. They had shared everything. They had talked about everything.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;They had kept no secrets from each other, except that the little old woman had a shoe box in the top of her closet that she had cautioned her husband never to open or ask her about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;For all of these years, he had never thought about the box, but one day the little old woman got very sick and the doctor said she would not recover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;In trying to sort out their affairs, the little old man took down the shoe box and took it to his wife's bedside. &amp;nbsp;She agreed that it was time that he should know what was in the box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;When he opened it, he found two crocheted dolls and a stack of money totalling $95,000. &amp;nbsp;He asked her about the contents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;"When we were to be married," she said, "my grandmother told me the secret of a happy marriage was to never argue. She told me that if I ever got angry with you, I should just keep quiet and crochet a doll."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;The little old man was so moved, he had to fight back tears. Only two precious dolls were in the box. She had only been angry with him two times in all those years of living and loving. He almost burst with happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;"Honey," he said, "that explains the doll, but what about all of this money? Where did it come from?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;"Oh," she said, "that's the money I made from selling the dolls."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;A Prayer...... .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Dear Lord, I pray for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Wisdom to understand my man;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Love to forgive him;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; And Patience for his moods;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Because Lord, if I pray for Strength,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I'll beat him to death, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; because I don't know how to crochet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</content>
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    <title>Patience is a vitue. Friends and random ewans are the best pick-me uppers!</title>
    <published>2008-03-20T04:12:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-20T04:12:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yesterday was all about spontaneity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few weeks, I always wake up with a heavy feeling in my chest. I don't know where it's coming from and it drained me so much because I kept on worrying and thinking about it. I know I've been guilty on focusing my energies on very limited priorities. I've neglected myself and other important aspects. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday I woke up and knew I only had one client call in the morning. I didn't want to waste the rest of the day sulking&amp;nbsp; inside my bedroom.&amp;nbsp; So I called up friends and see who's game for lunch and dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to gale after my meeting and finally bought make-up. I've been itching to do so for the past couple of days. I miss putting on make-up in the morning!!!! I stopped using those due to my breakouts. (Damn you pimples, I'm already 22. Go torture a clueless teenager and leave me alone!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was an impromptu lunch with Anj at KFC Shang. While waiting for anj, I drooled over Mrs. Field's cookie cakes. PLEASE FRIENDS, REGALUHAN NYO KO NG GANUN. WAAAH. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the lunch I met up with Ate abigail to buy prepaid cards for our HK trip this weekend. I can't wait to go to Disneyland and stalk Mickey and the gang plus all the other Disney princesses!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I headed to ateneo to meet with giselle. Actually my hidden agenda was to walk around the place and go back to my favorite places. I swear, gusto ko na i-hug yung mga puno kahapon! It's comforting to see things that remained constant while everything else in your world keeps on changing. I soooo love the trees in ateneo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giselle and I went to Yasmin's house and watched some Idol. Then giselle went home with me and stayed at my place for a while until her mom fetched her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights of the day were all about conversations. Listening to your friends and realizing that life is not really so bad after all. I really don't know why I worry about things too much, and I hate myself for being that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus of the day: While driving towards the exit gates of ateneo,&amp;nbsp; John Mayer's No Such Thing suddenly played. I used to pop in random cds before driving out of the parking lot, and most of the time I pick out the one with No Such Thing as the first track.... hee hee simple joys ^__^</content>
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    <title>Pakawala.</title>
    <published>2008-03-18T05:14:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-18T05:14:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yesterday, I unleashed hell upon my little sister who was acting like a total bitch. Feeling know it all grown up na high school graduate lang naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if she called me immature? i'm not in a hurry to get old my dear.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang sarap magalit after a long time. Ang sara ilabas ang dragonessa inside me from time to time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan is on vacation right now with her mom. Hindi gumagana roaming nya so ndi sya makatext sakin. It's been days since our last conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy. The feeling is so weird. Scary, scary, scary.. pero exciting. Hay.&amp;nbsp;Hay. Hay.</content>
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    <title>V-day</title>
    <published>2008-02-14T06:30:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-14T06:30:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;My valentine wish for everyone:&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to experience "&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;That can't eat, can't sleep, reach for the stars over the fence, world series kind of love"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's spread the luvvvv &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Hearts Day Friends!!&amp;nbsp; ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>oh hell world!</title>
    <published>2008-02-12T03:50:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-12T03:50:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I&amp;nbsp;went&amp;nbsp;to Van;s birthday celebration in Bataan&amp;nbsp;last saturday with yas, mona, ran, jacq and Es. Road trip galore! It was a "milestone" gimmik for me since it was the first time that I had no trouble telling my parents that I was leaving for the weekend and I'll go some place far. Wow matanda na nga ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although ang loser ko pa rin since I haven't tried going to any of the popular bars in manila. I'm not sure if i'm missing on a lot since I don't&amp;nbsp;even dance and I'm definitely a fan of crowded "smogy" places.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well maybe I'll try to go one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while having a conversation with yasmin last saturday, a realization hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endang: Yas we're so old!!&lt;br /&gt;Yas: bakit?&lt;br /&gt;Endang: Look at our conversation, we're only taking about money! (and work?) we haven't even mention any boys along the way. a few years back, that's all we talk about! hahhahahaha&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess, priorities do change once you get out of school. We used to swap stories about who has a more terrible experience with guys, now we share things about how we can save more and spend less... what's eating up our expenses.. where can we earn extra income, what's the best investment?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhaa kadiri. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of investments, if anyone's looking for a condo in pasig, (buy or rent) leave a message, and let's talk! hehehe =P&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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