<?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-21363321</id><updated>2011-08-29T08:52:39.291+08:00</updated><category term='school'/><category term='work'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>yanyan's stories. . .</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>161</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-8699016516741207672</id><published>2010-07-18T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T16:43:57.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice for the Wise</title><content type='html'>Dear ol' me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good that you're still earning money even if you're self-employed now. But do heed my advice, save some dough and don't spend it all. Okay? :) You'll suffer in the end if you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Yanyan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-8699016516741207672?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/8699016516741207672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=8699016516741207672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/8699016516741207672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/8699016516741207672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2010/07/advice-for-wise.html' title='Advice for the Wise'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-6669558556371931223</id><published>2010-06-26T18:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T18:11:39.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Shed Some Light - Meralco Hotline 16211</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/TCXGEk7CsYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/nd08GBuTgHc/s1600/meralco+hotline+16211.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/TCXGEk7CsYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/nd08GBuTgHc/s320/meralco+hotline+16211.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time people experience a power interruption, they usually make a loud rant first followed by a quick call to the &lt;b&gt;Meralco Hotline&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't know if this will be a pretty good thing, but did you know that since a few weeks ago (could be months, I only found out about it recently) your Meralco Hotline experience will never be the same. WHY? Because you'll be hearing my voice! Haha. Yup, it's me who will be greeting you whenever you cal &lt;b&gt;16211&lt;/b&gt;. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually did this voice talent project last year while I was still in my first job as the Corporate Communications Specialist of a local systems integrator here in the Philippines. One of our project managers approached me and asked me if I could do a voice talent project for Meralco and of course I said yes! Why not, this project involved talent fee anyway? Hehe. :P So there, it was a very grueling project with revisions and additions here and there. It wasn't a one-time thing because as the actual IVR (Interactive Voice Response) project progressed, they needed more voice recordings from me. This involved recording the entire alphabet, months of the year, cardinal numbers, ordinal numbers, days of the week and many other things. For those who think that being a voice talent is easy, it's not. It''s fun &lt;i&gt;true. &lt;/i&gt;But easy? Heck no. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually checked the hotline every now and then that time, to see if my voice is up in the system already. But apparently the project took longer to finish. Time passed and I almost forgot about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came June 2010. I was no longer working for that company and am now a freelance writer and events host. I was happily surfing the net at home when the power went out. Bored, I browsed my mobile phone for people to text. I was amazed when I saw that my phone had stored numbers of local fast food joints and delivery services. I even saw that utility providers were there too (Maynilad Water, PLDT, etc.). Then I thought of looking for Meralco's number to report our power failure situation. I dialed 1-6-2-1-1 then ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAPOWWW!!! It hit me! Hey, that's my recording! That's my voice! That's me! Hahaha. It was like some act of God to let me know that most of the Philippine population can now hear me on their phones if they call Meralco. Pretty surreal if you ask me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first thoughts were, "Damn, I hope I don't sound too giddy or annoying", "Do I sound like a kid?" and "This is cool! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all of you irate customers calling the &lt;b&gt;Meralco hotline&lt;/b&gt; during power failures, I'm sorry. Please do not blame the very nice girl answering the phone. The brownout is not her fault. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Imagine all the people hearing my voice during weather storms. Hahaha. Once again, the number to call is &lt;b&gt;16211&lt;/b&gt;. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-6669558556371931223?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/6669558556371931223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=6669558556371931223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/6669558556371931223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/6669558556371931223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2010/06/let-me-shed-some-light.html' title='Let Me Shed Some Light - Meralco Hotline 16211'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/TCXGEk7CsYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/nd08GBuTgHc/s72-c/meralco+hotline+16211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-7775848135145405374</id><published>2009-12-08T19:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T19:28:37.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Hope and Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Sx431mj07dI/AAAAAAAAACE/Kwur8sei6_M/s1600-h/hrt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 177px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 153px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412825196169326034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Sx431mj07dI/AAAAAAAAACE/Kwur8sei6_M/s320/hrt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cousin got married last Sunday. She's actually one of the two cousins whom I consider the closest to me. The ceremony was held at Calaruega Chapel in Nasugbu, Batangas while the reception took place at Sonya's Garden in Tagaytay. Everything fell into place, it could be because of my cousin's Hitler-like discipline, one-year-ahead-planning or according to her bridesmaid, "Bridezilla"-ness OR it could simply be because of the undeniable and honest to goodness love that the couple had for each other. I say both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Ate Vida marched down the aisle, tears rolled down her face. She was obviously feeling a heap of emotions on this very memorable day. I looked back at the groom Joel and you can read his face quite clearly, "Oh my God, I'm marrying the perfect person, the love of my life. I couldn't be any happier. Is this true?" They always said that weddings are real tear-jerkers but based on the two that I've attended previously, I almost begged to differ. But after seeing this one, man, I could only imagine how I would feel like if I were in those shoes. The bride continued walking to the altar and not a pair of eyes were dry. Everybody was either holding back their tears, or trying to hold back the runny mascara and eyeliner (haha). The crowd settled down and the ceremony went on but as they reached the point when each said their vows, oh man, hello tears once again. Their confessions of love were so true, so sincere and so moving. It makes a girl dream about that special someone, a person out there somewhere who would profess their devotion with unwavering sincerity and passion. Ah, that would be bliss! To tell another your love and in return be assured that you are equally or even more loved as well. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What my cousin's bridesmaid said was correct, moments like this give us hope. This couple is proof that true love does exist. Love is indeed possible and two people can certainly be right for each other. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: There's another aspect to this affair, the one about my dad's family, reuniting in some way, but that's not for this post. Let us simply bask in the mush and gooeyness of this cheesy scribble. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-7775848135145405374?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/7775848135145405374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=7775848135145405374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/7775848135145405374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/7775848135145405374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-hope-and-love.html' title='On Hope and Love'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Sx431mj07dI/AAAAAAAAACE/Kwur8sei6_M/s72-c/hrt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-9099883698584274832</id><published>2009-11-23T17:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T17:36:47.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishlist '09</title><content type='html'>Here are some of the (material) things I want this Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A hot new pair of heels - To go with the dress for my cousin's wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. iPod Charger - So I don't have to depend on my laptop too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A funky headset - Either the big chunky ones (Philips or Skullcandy) or the light and slim ones from Nike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The Lost Symbol - Just to update myself. (any new book actually)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Dresses - To wear? doi. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A nifty new phone that doesn't lag - Needs to be wi-fi ready and have a kick-ass camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Doll shoes - For comfort of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A new planner/diary/journal for 2010 - Please, not the ones from Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. A pen to go with my journal - Something that will have ink for a year. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. External hard drive - To store my files in so as to be as ready as a boyscout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. Let's keep it at 10. I could buy some of those for myself, but of course, wouldn't it be WAAAAY better if you got them as presents? ^_^ Maybe if I think hard enough, they'll come to me ala-THE SECRET- style. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-9099883698584274832?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/9099883698584274832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=9099883698584274832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/9099883698584274832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/9099883698584274832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2009/11/wishlist-09.html' title='Wishlist &apos;09'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-8657614040793957152</id><published>2009-10-27T17:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:01:11.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>h a p p y.</title><content type='html'>Okay, since I'm feeling all lost and out of sorts again today, I shall once again try to define something. Somebody once told me that I'm the type of person who likes to give definitions or labels to things. So in connection to my mind-explorations for today, I shall now try to define my predicament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-one years old. That's how old I am right now. That's the number of years that I have spent on this earth, doing I'm not quite sure what. Although, I've always had this belief (and I'm not alone in this thinking) that people are put on this planet for a purpose. The struggle arises in trying to find that purpose, that meaning. The original concept of why I am here in the first place. But finding your purpose is not easy. It's mighty damn gruelling actually. But based on the books I've read, and movies I've seen, people I've talked to and things I've observed, one could better (if not easily) find their true life's purpose, once they've discovered what makes them &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy in the sense that, whenever you do that thing, or have that thing, or see that thing, everything is alright. You feel that everything is just where it should be and even if the situation is hard, it still feels easy. These are the things that you breeze through, something you could do even with your eyes closed or hands tied. Something that makes your heart skip a beat. Something that makes you wide-crazy-googly-eyed. Something that you most definitely sure of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point here is that, in order to get out of this limbo of confusion and wandering, I need to find what makes me happy. Find it, and stick to it. I need to search for that all-important thing and wrap my days around it. Only then can I improve to the best of my potential. Only then can I truly affect the lives of people - something that I have always believed I should do. Only then can I be contented. Only then will I be at peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-8657614040793957152?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/8657614040793957152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=8657614040793957152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/8657614040793957152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/8657614040793957152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2009/10/h-p-p-y.html' title='h a p p y.'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-6859340879264842792</id><published>2009-10-01T01:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T09:56:06.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isang Panawagan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Isang Panawagan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa panulat ni A.C.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagyong dumaan ay nag-iwan ng bakas&lt;br /&gt;ng kanyang hagupit, lupit at lakas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa sandaling panahon lahat ay huminto&lt;br /&gt;nagulat, naiyak, natakot at nanlumo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tunay na kayrami mga taong nagdurusa&lt;br /&gt;nawalan ng tirahan, kabuhayan, kapamilya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisikaping tumayo at mabuhay muli&lt;br /&gt;para sa sarili, sa angkan, sa lahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit mahirap magsimula sa wala&lt;br /&gt;mula sa impyernong kalamidad ang may sala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya’t ito’y panawagan sa lahat ng nakatindig&lt;br /&gt;Tayo’y kumilos at magkapit-bisig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadyang kayrami ng dapat ayusin&lt;br /&gt;Kalianga’y aksyon, puso at panalangin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung hindi kumikilos ang nasa itaas&lt;br /&gt;Tumingin sa sarili’t hanapin ang lunas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang unos na dumaan ay maaaring maulit&lt;br /&gt;Kaya’t pahalagahan ang bawat saglit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga kapatid ay ating akayin&lt;br /&gt;Bago umihip muli ang hangin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unahan ang tubig na muli’y babagsak&lt;br /&gt;Isilong ang mga sa hirap nasasadlak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa ating tatag ay walang titinag&lt;br /&gt;Masisilayang muli ang mahal na liwanag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kwento sa likod ng tula: Nalulungkot ako at hindi ako personal na makapunta sa mga relief operations kaya't minabuti kong isulat na lang ang aking mga saloobin. Huwag niyo sanang tawanan ang pananagalog ko. (o ang pagtatangka) Naramdaman ko lang na mas mainam ito para sa pagkakataong ito. :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-6859340879264842792?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/6859340879264842792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=6859340879264842792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/6859340879264842792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/6859340879264842792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2009/10/isang-panawagan-regarding-typhoon-ondoy.html' title='Isang Panawagan'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-8467191048268822729</id><published>2009-09-16T12:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T12:17:06.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hover: Things that I've been thinking about lately</title><content type='html'>Here are some things that have been hovering on my ever-so-active mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Raket&lt;/strong&gt; - I'm not sure if the global economic crisis has ended or if we're still trapped in it, but for me, additional income will always be a more-than-welcome friend. I've been eyeing two prospects lately. The first one is being an outsourced writer. A couple of my newly-grad friends (who don't have full-time jobs yet) have jumped into the pool of outsourced writing and I think it may work for me too. They even take on several projects and employers at once and still manage to breathe. Of course in my case I wouldn't be trying to bite off more than I can chew. I'd probably take a part-time gig with no strict timelines or unworldly demands. The second one is being a voice talent. Oh this is one thing that I'm sure I can be good at. Talking is like breathing to me. Putting in a little effort for emotion and diction ain't pretty hard as well so I think this could work also. I've actually been doing this on the side for some time now, but they're mostly small projects (some even with no pay ugh). But I intend to target more and based on what happened the other day, it could be something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Exercise&lt;/strong&gt; - I've been thinking about this a lot. Emphasis on THINK. Haha. It's just so darn hard to actually start and do something. Sometimes I do play badminton with friends, and there are also times when I run/jog/walk (in that order) in the park, but they aren't really regular things. So if I want to really "suit up", I should really give more effort. I've also been thinking of joining a gym, but the fees give me something to think about. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Hand&lt;/strong&gt; - My left hand has been bugging me for some time now due to a nerve that gets caught up in an inflammed tendon (says the doc). I've since then been wearing a glove-looking, wrist and thumb support to prevent unnecessary movements and keep the pain away. It was also hoped to get rid of the inflammation but since it clearly hasn't worked, it's time for step two. On Thursday, I'm going to get my hand injected with (steroidal) medicine. I pray that it won't hurt too much. 0_0 It better work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Lunch &lt;/strong&gt;- I like to have lunch. Lunch is good. Why aren't my officemates (co-workers if you're strict) eating lunch anymore??? What the heck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued soon. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-8467191048268822729?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/8467191048268822729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=8467191048268822729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/8467191048268822729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/8467191048268822729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2009/09/hover-things-that-ive-been-thinking.html' title='Hover: Things that I&apos;ve been thinking about lately'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-5006456381147303272</id><published>2009-08-28T15:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T15:10:12.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dashboard Emergency</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374908033599437986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/SpeCYQsWfKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zT-_h91CQJA/s200/small+man.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/SpeB3QDXRLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Nb6RxW_lwyQ/s1600-h/small+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Dashboard Emergency"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Inside a shuttle going to Makati.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;August 28, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Taken by: yanyan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-5006456381147303272?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/5006456381147303272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=5006456381147303272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/5006456381147303272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/5006456381147303272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2009/08/dashboard-emergency.html' title='Dashboard Emergency'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/SpeCYQsWfKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zT-_h91CQJA/s72-c/small+man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-5144815862955615650</id><published>2009-08-20T17:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T17:44:41.096+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Do I have enough to share?</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I'll be going to DLSU to attend an event called "GEAR UP ORGCOMMARTS: Tips and Tricks on Career Opportunities". Basically, alumni of Communication Courses will be coming in to share their insights on how to pass the majors, graduate, look at career opportunities and get a job I guess. Now here's the thing, although I'm pretty confident about my talents as a presentor, speaker and overall communicator, I'm a little bit worried on whether or not I have enough experience and knowledge. It's only been a bit over a year since I graduated and started working, and I've only had (and still am at)  that job as of the moment. So much for career options. But wait a minute, I guess I do have some things to say regarding that matter. I &lt;em&gt;could &lt;/em&gt;tell them about all the interviews I've been to before I had work and even during. (ssshh...) I won't divulge too much here, somebody might see. But anyway, I'm a perfect example of someone who might possibly be in a quarter-life crisis, and I'm betting that &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;would be useful to them. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to visit DLSU. I'm excited to share what I know. I'm excited to see my former professors (although that thought is a double-edged sword in itself). I'm excited that it's a holiday tomorrow. I'm excited.  I'm excited. I'm excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good grief. I hope my being there serves a meaningful purpose. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-5144815862955615650?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/5144815862955615650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=5144815862955615650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/5144815862955615650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/5144815862955615650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-i-have-enough-to-share.html' title='Do I have enough to share?'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-7187023885895023386</id><published>2009-07-22T11:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T11:53:53.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello blogspot,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Blame it on Multiply, Facebook and Twitter, they have kept me occupied and contented with the updates that I put there. Blame it on graduation and the fact that I had to start working, they filled my mind with a ton of other concerns. Blame it on my whirlwind love life, which went on again-off again, (although thankfully it has now normalized and steadied itself) it kept my passion focused for long periods. Blame it on boredom, it lets my mind flutter off to faraway places. Blame it on my quest to find my destiny and purpose, it has left me crazy-eyed and confused. Blame it on all of the drama that has happened in my life, they were too complicated and too long to write about. Blame it on life. Blame it on our internet connection at home. Blame it on... uhh... Blame it on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;For what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361127263830300322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/SmaM14xEVqI/AAAAAAAAABs/WKlND2WO9ac/s200/r.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;For not updating this blog with senseful things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tsk tsk tsk. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-7187023885895023386?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/7187023885895023386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=7187023885895023386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/7187023885895023386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/7187023885895023386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-blogspot.html' title='Hello blogspot,'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/SmaM14xEVqI/AAAAAAAAABs/WKlND2WO9ac/s72-c/r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-8749870306441967102</id><published>2009-03-24T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:22:02.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feelings.</title><content type='html'>why are feelings so hard to control?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at times they can be like small nuclear explosions inside you, impossible to ignore, impossible to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they cause you to do certain actions. raw emotions, wrapped up in tsunami, a storm, a landslide or whatever powerful force you can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what if you're angry at one point and at the next one you feel sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the emotions subside, in fact, so low that you are left with almost nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it turns into a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that sucks everything inside you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you turn inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you end up incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what do you do? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-8749870306441967102?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/8749870306441967102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=8749870306441967102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/8749870306441967102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/8749870306441967102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2009/03/feelings.html' title='feelings.'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-4906495241822934433</id><published>2008-12-03T17:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T17:34:04.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing</title><content type='html'>The cold creeps ever so slowly until it envelopes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no choice but to cover yourself up. You try to shake it off but it won't work, all you can do is close your eyes and try to weather the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to run but you don't know if you even have the drive or the energy to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-4906495241822934433?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/4906495241822934433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=4906495241822934433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/4906495241822934433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/4906495241822934433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2008/12/nothing.html' title='nothing'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-978675984967444601</id><published>2008-09-22T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T19:15:00.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Sir Nick...</title><content type='html'>Hi Sir Nick,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought that there's a small possibility that you might visit this site since I made a comment on your blog, thereby sort of giving away a link to this blog of mine. Hehe. Anyway, I just want to apologize for any bad language or shallow ranting that you might see here. Basically this blog was used as an avenue for relationship issues and all sorts of young adolescent chorva. Haha. So there po. Nahiya lang ako bigla. Wahahaha.. Pero in case you DON'T get to visit this site, at least I'm assured that I left you this apology-slash-warning of sorts. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your quirky "student",&lt;br /&gt;Ariane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-978675984967444601?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/978675984967444601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=978675984967444601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/978675984967444601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/978675984967444601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-sir-nick.html' title='To Sir Nick...'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-3491330929172617147</id><published>2008-07-11T10:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T10:36:16.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mini update</title><content type='html'>Hi there! Sorry I haven't been able to update this site. I'll try to though. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-3491330929172617147?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/3491330929172617147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=3491330929172617147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/3491330929172617147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/3491330929172617147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2008/07/mini-update.html' title='mini update'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-5890964285818926878</id><published>2008-03-22T02:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T02:38:47.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>destiny issues</title><content type='html'>it's amazing at how you were able to look at the bigger picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it made me think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is fate really on our side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. sorta i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i don't want you to go filling your head with air. don't let your head get too big or i might just burst it with a needle. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero still... now that you've pointed out the succession of events.. napaisip ako ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good observations, chap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. un lng nmn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-5890964285818926878?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/5890964285818926878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=5890964285818926878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/5890964285818926878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/5890964285818926878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2008/03/destiny-issues.html' title='destiny issues'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-2964660780550969209</id><published>2008-03-07T01:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T01:55:20.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>idiots, losers and liers. (im not referring to you dear reader)</title><content type='html'>yeah go ahead. i'm putting my blog public again. i put it to rest for a few days, pero what's the point. i want to rant out my feelings once in a while, so might as well have an audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so here's my blog for today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why couldn't i just keep my mouth shut? Punyeta talaga. grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i hate this. i hate this.&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I HATE ALL OF THIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;" being a term for a topic that i don't want to clearly discuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                               shet. the alcohol didn't work on me at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                    f*ck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-2964660780550969209?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/2964660780550969209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=2964660780550969209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/2964660780550969209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/2964660780550969209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2008/03/idiots-losers-and-liers-im-not.html' title='idiots, losers and liers. (im not referring to you dear reader)'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-3547635061666910718</id><published>2008-03-03T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T23:56:46.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*ehem*</title><content type='html'>here goes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PPUUUUUNNNYYYEEEEEEEEETTTTTTAAAAAA ! ! ! ! ! !  X_X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrrrrgggghhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-3547635061666910718?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/3547635061666910718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=3547635061666910718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/3547635061666910718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/3547635061666910718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2008/03/ehem.html' title='*ehem*'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-6637186212695175530</id><published>2008-03-01T23:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T23:55:33.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here comes more randomness!</title><content type='html'>wirdong bata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you think too much.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, you act as if you didn't use your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think im such a genius&lt;br /&gt;at times i think that im an idiot. bwahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, things go on as planned and they go far better than expected.&lt;br /&gt;minsan, they just blow up in your face. kabooom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw,&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't have imagined a better picture of us while&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that&lt;/span&gt; scene was playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the music was to die for...&lt;br /&gt;kill me now! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad kid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-6637186212695175530?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/6637186212695175530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=6637186212695175530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/6637186212695175530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/6637186212695175530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2008/03/here-comes-more-randomness.html' title='here comes more randomness!'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-4867635245814097371</id><published>2008-02-24T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T02:13:52.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and i hate that i *toot* you so....</title><content type='html'>just came home from a party. pero funny thing,  i didn't have too much fun at the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well yes, the food was great. the place was fabulous. the music was insane. and i was surrounded by friends. so yeah, i ate my heart out ( a bit more than expected), danced (til icky sweaty), posed for photos (even took some shots too), and drank a glass of wine(yes, just one). but somehow, i didn't end up too happy tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something kept bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or should i say, someone was on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no matter how much i tried to focus on current party at hand, my mind still flew.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of my friends even went out pa after but i decided to go home na together with my friend who was fetched by her parents. i wasn't in a partying mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(another emo blog? yikes. haha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-4867635245814097371?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/4867635245814097371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=4867635245814097371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/4867635245814097371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/4867635245814097371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-i-hate-that-i-toot-you-so.html' title='and i hate that i *toot* you so....'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-3372499075511019388</id><published>2008-02-04T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T16:25:30.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost conscience on a sunday</title><content type='html'>at a local coffee shop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl: hug mo naman ako.&lt;br /&gt;boy: bakit? *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;girl: wla lang. *smiles back*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; hug me tight and don't you ever dare let go. this is the only place where i feel safe. this is the only place where i belong. and you are the one and only person that i allow to get this close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dark street...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy walks the girl home. girl looks at the boy then to the sky. boy looks at girl. girl looks straight ahead. boy suddenly holds her hand. girl smiles to herself and they walk hand in hand in the dark street towards the lighted part near the girl's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy: putangina.&lt;br /&gt;girl: bakit?&lt;br /&gt;boy: . . .&lt;br /&gt;girl: ?&lt;br /&gt;boy: i want to, but i can't.&lt;br /&gt;girl: . . . *sighs* what? (pretending she doesn't understand)&lt;br /&gt;boy: this? (signalling to their held hands)&lt;br /&gt;girl: (shouts a curse that only she can hear) . . . i know right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; why does it feel so right and at the same time so wrong? why can't everything just go back to the once simple story. why do complications have to happen. how did it end up like this? why don't we ever learn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we should go back to our realities. this is just a dream. we are just a dream. a dream where we are both happy. a dream where we are hand in hand, safe with each other. this is just a dream. i am a dream. you are a dream. . . . . this is just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or is it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-3372499075511019388?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/3372499075511019388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=3372499075511019388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/3372499075511019388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/3372499075511019388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2008/02/lost-conscience-on-sunday.html' title='lost conscience on a sunday'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-5116853126477912115</id><published>2007-11-25T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T01:35:35.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if u want happy stories, go to my multiply.</title><content type='html'>haay buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somtimes i find it hard to express my true feelings. yes, i can easily show what i feel, but only when it comes to shallow things. i can be as happy as a little kid, as playful as a cartoon character, as evil as a villain, as mad as a scientist, as loud as a whistle, or as hyper as a firecracker. but you better watch out when i'm silent. that's usually the time when i'm in deep thought. . . or maybe i'm just hiding what i truly feel. often times, when serious matters arise, i rarely show what i feel. i just sit quiet and contemplate. my mind then takes off and takes me away to wherever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i vent out my feelings in writing, sometimes in song. there are moments when i feel a certain emotion and then the next minute, i find myself singing a song that i haven't even though about. it's like an automatic response and then i just realize that the lyrics to the song, express what i feel. . . it's quite amazing really. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it ariane ang tigas ng ulo mo. grrrr... x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakainis. wag mo sabihing magselos ako kasi nagseselos nga ako. hayy. . . sinusubukan kong wag magselos. sinusubukan kong itago pero isang malaking TOGOINK! :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinipigilan ko siya kanina pero nung sinabi mong bat di ako magselos lyk i usually do.. or sumthin lyk that... parang it was permission to, go ahead.. eh ... basta... parang ayun. it woke me up n parang.. go ariane. wag mo n itago... waaaaahhhhh. . . . . . demmetttt.. x_x grrrrrr.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagseselos ka minsan... nagseselos din ako minsan... magaling magaling magaling. cheers sa mga taong malabo! *clink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano ba ang solusyon?. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may gusto akong itanong pero ayoko... bawal. bawal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;repress. repress. repress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang tigas tlga ng ulo mo ariane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa mga makakabasa nito. don't ask me about it ok. dont even talk to me about it. hehehe....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-5116853126477912115?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/5116853126477912115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=5116853126477912115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/5116853126477912115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/5116853126477912115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2007/11/if-u-want-happy-stories-go-to-my.html' title='if u want happy stories, go to my multiply.'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-3358534949437787945</id><published>2007-11-22T00:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T01:10:31.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sinisipag din minsan ang tamad.</title><content type='html'>Woi! Blog blog blog. :) Amishu blogger. hahaha.. pero sige. dito ulit para maiba nmn. msyadong matao sa multiply eh. hehehe. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;blabbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; starts now.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-there really are times when people become adults. certain things happen and you just realize, 'hey i'm all grown up'. but can i help it if i still want to be a child? sometimes, i don't know what i want. i want to grow and have my freedom, and yet i want to stay young and innocent. but alas, we all grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the roughest of times bringout the best in people. this is when you see who truly cares. even in the darkest, scariest times, somebody holds your hand and you think, everything will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-bakit ang tao, matigas ang ulo? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hindi ko akalaing matatakot ako ng ganon. at natatakot pa din ako ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-diyan ka lang ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kapag malamig, hiramin mo ang kamay ng taong nagbibigay liwanag. nagbibigay-init sa mundo mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kapag malamig, magdala ka ng jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-malapit n ang pasko kaya malamig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-may bagyo kaya malamig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tama nga sila, dadating ang panahon at maiisip mong tama naman ang mga sinasabi nila. makinig ka. maniwala ka. mukha man silang tanga, mahal ka nila. maiisip mo na lang, ikaw pala ang tanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sometimes, we have to eat our own words. sabi nga sa isang text, keep your words sweet coz ul never know when ul have to eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-may mga bagay na ang sarap ipagsigawan, pero bawal. gusto mong ihayag pero hindi pwede. gusto mong ilabas pero dapat lang itago. dapat lang kalimutan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- katotohanang halata naman, pero kathang-isip na bawal bigyan ng pansin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-naghahanap ka pero nandiyan lang pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kahit anong talino ang tingin mosa sarili mo, nabobobo ka rin minsan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-payakap naman.malamig eh. hawakan mo naman ang kamay ko, kailangan ko ng kasama. ngiti nmn jan pra masaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-people need warm hugs on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yung ibang akala mo perpekto, hindi din pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ang lungkot at problema ay bahagi ng buhay. walang makakatakas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pero totoo din naman ang ligaya at halakhak. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-maraming salamat sa'yo. i really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nakakatuwang isipin ang malayong bukas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nakakatuwang managinip at mangarap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-masarap matulog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-masarap manood ng cartoons sa umaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-masaya manood ng cedie. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-galit n ako sa mga pusa. grrrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-may plano na ako para sa kanila. iniisip ko pa kung gagawin ko.hahahaha...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-don't you dare hurt my mom. &gt;=I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***now that's blabbing***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-3358534949437787945?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/3358534949437787945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=3358534949437787945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/3358534949437787945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/3358534949437787945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2007/11/sinisipag-din-minsan-ang-tamad.html' title='sinisipag din minsan ang tamad.'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-6896665239733474593</id><published>2007-10-26T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T11:44:04.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shiyeet.</title><content type='html'>Damn it! I just remembered that I FORGOT to make a stupid reflection for our LASARET! DAMMMMMMMEEEHHHHHTTTT! x_x effin' crap! there.. i lost my will to make a decent entry. grrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fix our pc na pleasseeeee. . . . . . . huhu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-6896665239733474593?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/6896665239733474593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=6896665239733474593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/6896665239733474593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/6896665239733474593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2007/10/shiyeet.html' title='shiyeet.'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-8733646802158045898</id><published>2007-10-04T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T11:06:54.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random.superheroes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/RwRXaAoNu3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/HmuiRSd6ZbI/s1600-h/IMG_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 207px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/RwRXaAoNu3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/HmuiRSd6ZbI/s400/IMG_0128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117311180956613490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*pic by reg go. hehe.ang cute namin.a different bookstore, serendra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;~  good Lord i need our pc back. huhu... sana mapaayos na siya. mahirap ang buhay pag wala siya. pramissss! x_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ sana magkaroon ng game 3 ang la salle vs. ue.. wahehe. lasaret kc nmin sa sunday eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ sana rin pala, maging champion kami. hehehe. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ i miss singing. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ sabi ni mama kanina, yung shorts ko daw, mukhang pang-sexbomb. bwahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ sana maka-survive kami sa thesis.. hehe. pero yeay! for defense na ang topic namin. woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~pero babay Hogwarts Phils. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ kuya art, magreply ka po sana samin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ i need to shop for clothes soon. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-8733646802158045898?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/8733646802158045898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=8733646802158045898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/8733646802158045898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/8733646802158045898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2007/10/randomness-again.html' title='random.superheroes'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/RwRXaAoNu3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/HmuiRSd6ZbI/s72-c/IMG_0128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-175623211947097829</id><published>2007-09-20T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T11:14:50.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovemoon</title><content type='html'>After my Broadcast Management Class, Clarence and I bought food and walked to the SPS Building. She had to buy something inside the bookstore so I decided to stay outside and happily drink my Milo. I passed the time, looking at different posters on the wall when one caught my attention. It was a poster for Lovemoon. Now what you may ask, is Lovemoon? Well!!! It's actually a sanitary napkin. haha. Now what the heck does this poster have to do with the bookstore? I have no idea. But apparently, they were selling it there. Here are a few of the things that were on the poster. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Lovemoon is first ever patented anionic sanitary napkin in the world, and its now in the Philippines! (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wow! what an honor! haha.. pero what does anionic mean?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;@ &lt;/span&gt;It has seven layers. One has vegetable-based gels that absorb water. One is the effective adhesive. Another allows free circulation of air and some are bragged to be clean and hygienic! (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well duh. sana naman malinis diba? hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;/span&gt;Some of the Benefits :&lt;br /&gt;    -relieves stress&lt;br /&gt;    -improves body metabolism&lt;br /&gt;    -removes bad odor&lt;br /&gt;    -increases hormone secretions&lt;br /&gt;    -improves immune system&lt;br /&gt;   (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what the hell???... i almost spit out my drink at this point because of laughter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Variants: Ultra-thin pantyliner, Ultra-thin for day and Ultra-thin for night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Tagline: Use Lovemoon and be healthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (say goodbye to dieting, exercise and healthy living kids! ito na ang solution! wahahahaha..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Pahabol Tagline: Once you've tried Lovemoon, you'll never want to use anything else again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, I rest my case! All this is in the poster promise! All complete with the chinese letters in the packaging shown in the picture. Ika nga ni Clarence, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hindi naman mukhang katiwa-tiwaka yung packaging". &lt;/span&gt;And I agree. My golly. They sure did try! If it was a bit too hard? Maybe. But they sure did try. . .  (^_^) Laughtrip talaga. Ano? Bibili ka na ba????? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-175623211947097829?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/175623211947097829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=175623211947097829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/175623211947097829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/175623211947097829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2007/09/lovemoon.html' title='lovemoon'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-8771430331683303363</id><published>2007-09-13T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T10:39:05.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still more boredom.</title><content type='html'>Man is never contented. When we have so much to do, we beg for a break and yet when we are faced with a big blank of nothingness, we clamor for variety in our life. Well, that's how it goes for me at least. So thank you to that friend who puts up with everything. Sad when I'm sad. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I learned a new thing...CALLIGRAPHY! Yeay! Jve had a book kasi about writing and all that jazz, so when I got bored, I decided to try it out. He even let me borrow his calligraphy pen and some ink. I had so much fun. I was so concentrated on writing those freakin' curvy letters with all those extra swerves. haha. It was cool. Kinda like drawing a work of art. :) Yeay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will I do on the next Wednesdays of my life???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasaway ka talaga Ariane. Paos ka na nga, nag -Cerealicious ka pa din! Tsk tsk...  Eeehh.. Ang tagal kc ng Tuesday break ko eh. hehehe. 5 hours of hell. ayan tuloy. Pirates of the Cadbury-ean(fave flavor)  ang naging resulta. . . The next day, ayan, tumindi tuloy ang paos. hehehe. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I want to watch the cheerdance compet on Sunday, pero i have no tickets, and tinatamad akong makipagbugbugan to get some. hehe. ayun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-8771430331683303363?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/8771430331683303363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=8771430331683303363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/8771430331683303363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/8771430331683303363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2007/09/still-more-boredom.html' title='still more boredom.'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-3684923273180395661</id><published>2007-09-11T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T13:04:56.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im bored</title><content type='html'>okay that's it! i'm officially BORED!!! in fact, i'm so bored that i'm turning pale already. ugghhh... my first class today is at 8am(obviously i was late) and it ended at 930. my next class is not until 2pm pa. waaah. that's like a bagillion hours of freedom with nothing to do. uggghhhhhhhh.... im bo000ooooo....red.  ni hindi n nga umuubra ang lipstick ko sa kaputlaan ko. wahaha. . . . . . dear god, please send me someone fun to be with or someone who won't bore me. amen. /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LTTS has come and gone. as expected, it was super fun. everybody who joined came out of it as close friends already. it was kinda weird though because unlike my past LTTS experiences, i am no longer just a participant, but one of the facilitators. woah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-3684923273180395661?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/3684923273180395661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=3684923273180395661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/3684923273180395661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/3684923273180395661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-bored.html' title='im bored'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-5231846419240552523</id><published>2007-09-06T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T11:49:48.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE TERM DOWN</title><content type='html'>Finally, first term's over! I can now say bye bye to the html codes and baranggay related articles of PRINPRO, the movies and video assignments of FEATURE, the early morning classes, community service  and presentation sh*t of RELSTRI, the funny and interesting (although sometimes stressful)  projects of CONCEPT, the TV productions and set designs of TELEPRO , and sadly, the magic and wonder of LITELEC... All in all, I can say that it was a very interesting term. I did enjoy most of my classes and although stress levels reached their peaks at times, the fun factor was rarely absent from the scene. For some of my classes,  I sometimes felt like we were just playing around. But don't get me wrong ha. It wasn't just a walk in the park. I learned a lot though, there's morality, tv production, websites ekek and lay-outing of print stuff, conceptualizing ekek, hyperspeed reading (it helps if you enjoy it.haha), shooting with dreamy effects ekek, and a whole lot more. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God nga pala and I'm back on the Dean's list na ulit! woohoo! ^_^ If it weren't for my numerous lates and absences, I would probably get higher grades dun sa ilang subjects, pero as it is... being late is kinda in my genes. so oh well! hahaha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I celebrated with a big tub of Cerealicious and two scoops of ice cream nung hapon. yummyummm! x_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hihi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-5231846419240552523?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/5231846419240552523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=5231846419240552523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/5231846419240552523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/5231846419240552523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2007/09/one-term-down.html' title='ONE TERM DOWN'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-3902445617892267770</id><published>2007-08-31T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T13:28:16.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F L O O D</title><content type='html'>This post is entitled as such because I sooooo want to flood this with a lot of stories. I have been so delayed already because of schoolwork and my very unfriendly pc at home. OK. So I'll try to recall most of the stuff I've been dying to write for so long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUNERARIA ESCAPADES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday, Jackie, Kaymee and I went to Funeraria Dulce for our CONCEPT report. There we had to hunt Kaymee's Tito Tony who unfortunately succeeded in thwarting our ambush interview. He was however, kind enough to let us get a full tour of the place. In our tour we got to see the Kabaong Showroom. Yup a showroom. At wag ka, magagara ang mga casket dito. Karamihan, imported from the US pa. haha. The priciest was around 300K ata. grabe!... We also got to see th preparation room A.K.A. the embalming room. SPOOKY dito friends. This is where they embalm corpses. Dito din nila, pinapaganda at pinapapogi para ayos ang itsura sa loob ng coffin. Waaaah. May make-up, hair gel, accessories and everythang. The works pare. And the best part was... mya body na nandun! Nyaaah. Kala namin, vacant lahat ng tables but no. Dun sa dulo ng room eh may body na covered in a kumot. Yikes! Gusto pa nga nung isang manong na alisin yung kumot para pichuran ko daw. NO WAY DUDE! yaw ko po mamii. hehehe. Tas pilyo pa yung isang kuya kasi dun naman sa labas, binuksan niya yung isang casket na may baby sa loob. WAAAAAHHH. ayoko po pichuran pleassseeeee! hehe. UBER FUN experience talaga. Scary yes, but fun.  If you wanna see picture, see my multiply. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(yanyanpage.multiply.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we had to sleepover at Jackie's to finish our presentation. The topic defense was the the day after that na kasi. Nung kinagabihan, thank the Lord at pumayag si Kuya Art na magpainterview. Siya yung anak ni Tito Tony(na tumakas samin.hehe). Thank you Kuya Art! Antagal ng chikahan namin sa phone. He told us everything about his dad and their business. AT syempre, memorable din ang conversation na toh. Akalain mo ba namang kapangalan ko ang anak ni Kuya Art na nasa Canada na ngayon? Ariane Lee ang name ng 6-year old girl niya. Namimiss n nga daw niya yun eh. Awwww... x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siyempre nagpuyat kami kina Jackie at ayun, at one point, nakatulog ako sa sofa nila. Funny lang kasi hindi ako magising nina Kaymee (ang hihinhin kasi.hehe). Ang kulit ko daw, dumidilat bigla tas natutulog ulit. Once again, napatunayan ko na namang antok lang ang nagpapalasing sakin. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, sarap sarap kina Jackie. ^_^ Mabilis ang net, comfy matulog at higit sa lahat, masarap ang food! Apir Kaymee! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday came and we had to defend our topic. Everything went well! YEAY! :) I was dressed up as DEATH complete with my scythe and Cloak(yay again for Ruth's Gryffendor Cloak)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaymee was my victim, and Jackie was the pretty dead person thanks to the Funeraria's magic. hehehe. Nice one gurls! Drop dead gorgeous! :P&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SORE EYES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday I thought I had sore eyes. Thank God hindi natuloy. The next day, Jem had sore eyes! Funny pa kasi siya yung kasusap ko nung Friday at i was complaining about my eyes. hehehe. yun lang.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BYE BYE BEA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lumipat na sina Bea ng bahay. :( Bea is my inaanak. She was this cute bald baby girl that rented the room beside our house. Aww. They left Monday. Sad kasi before I left the house that afternoon, I even played with her pa. Tapos when I got back at night, wala na pala sila. Di ko man lang nalaman. BOOHOOO! Siguro naman she'll visit me during Christmas diba? Ninang ako db? hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung kelan naman, close na kami at di niya siya snobbish, dun pa sila umalis. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CJ, CHOCHOY AND ALEX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These kids are so adorable. Last Monday, binonding namin ni Jave tong tatlo. Grabe. Andami kong narealize that day. I especially admire CJ because she is very independent and mature already even if she's just in 1st Yr Highschool.. Isa kang mabait na ate at anak. :) Oh, and I really don't like bunso kids if they're spoiled. hihi. :P Pero I love Alex ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PREPPYPRINPROPROJECT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love what I've named our yahoo group for Prinpro. Hehehe. For our final project, we had to make a website about the upcoming SK Elections. Ayun! Cramming in one day (Tuesday)! Yahoo! Tumira ako sa Desktop lab til mga 8pm. Grabe anlamiiig. x_x Nakatatak na sa utak ko ang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://mysite.dlsu.edu.ph/student/10536787/final&lt;/span&gt;   . . . puntahan niyo pag bored kayo and tell me what you think ok? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung Wednesday, Niko and I went to RX93.1 para mag-audition for Radio One. Student DJs ekek. hehehe. AYUN. Go figure. :P Nakakapagod magcommute pare. Pramis. Hehehe. Idagdag pa natin na medyo masama na ang pakiramdam ko that day to begin with. Nyay.. Pero the audition went well naman. I didn't find it hard at all. Pero syempre. Goodluck lng talaga. Ayun. Tapos tumambay lng kmi sa radio booth. Bait kc ni DJ Jude sumthin.. hehe. There we met Rico Robles and Gelli. They were nice people. hehe. First time ko makanood ng people live on air. In fairness binati nila kami over the radio.. haha. Kaso lang, I got bored kaya umalis din kami agad. hehe. We met up with Jem Ang sa may street kc she was just a building away. Tapos Niko and I went exploring! I wanted to go to St.Francis Square coz I've never been there before. Ayun! Bling2x shopping na! hehehe. Bumili ako ng earrings (30php) at ng necklace. yehey! I have been craving for a necklace for so long na kasi.hehe. I got a huge discount pa thanks to my pa-cuteness. haha.. 200 became 150! yahoo! :P Tapos we went to Megamall. Lakad lakad lakad. . . . Then we went to Krispy Kreme kasi I've never been there too. Umalis kami kasi naisip naming mahal siya.haha. Pero bumalik din after some convincing. hehehe. And guess what. They gave me a free donut! YEHEY!!! I was so happy! :) Actually, we got three donuts for the price of one. c00lness. Yummy yummy joy joy! :D Yung sa RX? Wala lng. yaan mo na. Even if I don't get accepted, at least the experience was enough for me. Tsaka, my boredom for the day was solved. hahaha. :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: damn the epal guards sa MRT. ayan tuloy, nasungitan ko.hehehehe. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;METEOR GARDEN DAW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yesterday, Toni's group had their Drama Show for TELEPRO. I was to be the voice talent for Janna who played San Cai. Hahaha.Funny talaga. And it was added fun pa because. . . . .^_^&lt;br /&gt;AyuN! Pero when I got home, masama pa rin ang pakiramdam ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EMO DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takte, nasa bus ako kahapon papuntang skul tas bigla akong naiyak. Shet. Dahil siguro dun sa palabs na movie sa bus, or maybe dahil sa sipon ko, or maybe dahil sa I don't know and I don't want to think about reasons. hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinagabihan, ayun! EMO ATTACK Na!! Woohooo.. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alis na ko. Gotta go to my End-of-term feast for LITELEC! nyahahahaha... Toodles! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-3902445617892267770?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/3902445617892267770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=3902445617892267770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/3902445617892267770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/3902445617892267770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2007/08/f-l-o-o-d.html' title='F L O O D'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-4431825705381596290</id><published>2007-08-21T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T15:15:58.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blimey!</title><content type='html'>Just a while ago, team Gryffenclaw (Gryffindor + Ravenclaw) performed our version of  Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince in class, for our Potter Project in LITELEC. It was wicked! hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed it. I love being the lights person because I got to stand back and watch everything. I also love being a death eater because I've always been part evil. haha. I also love watching my groupmates perform and execute their acting which I have tediously taken a part of. I loo00000oove being a director (or acting director whatever! :P). I also love wearing the Gryffindor robe I borrowed from Ruth plus the wand that my groupmate made. I soooo000oo want to have magic! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun. To top everything, I just want to reiterate that I lo0000OOOoooovvee Harry Potter, the wizarding world and magic! Forever na yan! Promise. And when I have kids, I will make sure that they love it too.&lt;br /&gt;Hihihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love the fact that I wasn't the person-in-charge for the project. I mean, I played a big part too, but it's really nice to not have the pressure for once. Having dependable and worthy people above you is a reassuring feeling. Being the leader for most of the time gets tiring too you know. hehe. Annie and Kitkat, kudos to you guys! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I told a friend that I wanted an Englishman for a husband. WahahahahA! Even if it's not literally. English/British in the sense na he's a gentleman with manners at elegant at mabait at tama ang grammar(wahahaha) at maayos magdala ng sarili etc etc etc. . . . . I want to be swept off my feet! Naks! Wahahaha. Effect siguro toh nung mga DVD na pinanuod ko this weekend. hahaha. Sumakit tuloy ulo ko kahapon. Find me a duke or sumthin! harharhar! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder at my own craziness. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's be Bri*ish! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-4431825705381596290?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/4431825705381596290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=4431825705381596290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/4431825705381596290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/4431825705381596290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2007/08/blimey.html' title='Blimey!'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-6537167024260041144</id><published>2007-08-19T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T20:38:52.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wain wain go away. . .</title><content type='html'>it's been raining all-week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walang pasok nung wednesday, thursday at friday. waw. this is a student's dream come true. pero not for me. hehe.. dami kasi pending stuff to do. rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero on the good side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to watch a lot of dvd's naman. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this included.. blades of glory, dead silence, 28 weeks later, cheetah girls2, scoop, the story of us tsaka episodes of house. hihi. saya. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, wala din pasok sa monday (20) kasi PGMA declared it a holiday. wahehe. if i were in HS or elementary, i wouldn't be any happier. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck to all of my projects. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-6537167024260041144?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/6537167024260041144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=6537167024260041144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/6537167024260041144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/6537167024260041144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2007/08/wain-wain-go-away.html' title='wain wain go away. . .'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-4601677066892666923</id><published>2007-08-12T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T01:52:09.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kwento's galore</title><content type='html'>Classes last Wednesday were cancelled due to heavy rains. Well. For one thing, wala nmn talaga ako classes on wednesdays. pero i still go to skul for meetings, research and stuff. eh on that specific wednesday, andami ko pa naman plans. rawr! nasira lahat. bad trip. kaya ayun. nagkulong na lang ako sa bahay at inenjoy ang ulan. ok nmn. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinagabihan, inannounce na cancelled n din ang classes for the next day. darn! Pano na yung Relstri presentation???!! Pano na ang telepro??? Ang Potter project practice?? Etc etc.... Waaaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero ayuN! God listens talaga. Somehow, everything worked out well. Thank YOU po.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na-move ang rels presentation. more time to practice ito! woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naging ok ang telepro despite the gazillion problems we met along the way. it was super fun nga eh. i must say, naenjoy ko magdirect. :) hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakasipot ako sa CAO awards kahit late. yey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na-move din ang potter project. woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God listens.God answers. God saves. nax!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I hosted Camille's debut kanina. yey. hindi siya naging repeat of last year's horrors. the weather was great. hahaha. ang problema ko lang ay yung heels kong lumulubog sa soil. hahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my feet hurt na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ryt now, im kinda sleepy too. natripan ko lng magkwento. dami ko stories eh., hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops! meron pa pala. THE CASE OF THE MISSING ID! hahaha, Kaymee you know what I mean. basta, it doesn;t pay to have two sabaw girls take care of small thingies like that. wahehehehe. God helped me din here. hahahah. fuunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tulog tym na. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-4601677066892666923?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/4601677066892666923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=4601677066892666923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/4601677066892666923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/4601677066892666923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2007/08/kwentos-galore.html' title='kwento&apos;s galore'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-5500193739813493860</id><published>2007-08-07T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T11:38:04.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soak up the rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;am usually a sunny person. i mean, i like the sun. i love sunny days. they make me happy. and usually, i hate it when it rains. but today, as i was riding the bus to school, i suddenly realized something. it was dark and gloomy outside but i felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cold actually felt nice and comfy. i wasn't at all disturbed by the absence of my happy sunny day. i guess, now it's safe to say that i have grown. i have changed. funny that last night, i have finally decided to let go. i kinda relate it to having to let go of harry potter when i finished the last book. of course, it would still be my first love and i will return to it at times for refuge and reminiscence's sake. but we just have to accept that most things in this life end. here i say MOST because i am still an idealistic child. there are some things that will remain forever. anyway... when you feel sad, it's okay to feel sad. when you're mad, go ahead and break something. it doesn't do well to repress your feelings. it won't do you any good and might even lead to a heart attack someday. but once you get tired of being down and hurt, you just have to stop and think. you have to analyze the things you want for yourself, how you want your life to be. would you want to be stuck in limbo forever? i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first important thing to be happy is to acknowledge the source of sadness. then decide for yourself that you don't want that anymore. then make a stand. you say it to yourself out loud. i know i had a difficult time doing that. i've been wanting to say it for ages, but somehow, i wasn't able to. it takes courage you see. lots and lots of courage and determination. say it to yourself "i want to let go" and then, just like a spell, it kinda envelopes you in a different kind of light. and your mind(and heart) seems to shift a little inside. you said it at last. i'm so proud of me. good girl. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shed tears along the way. man did i shed tears. but they were part of acknowledging the feelings i have mentioned earlier. crying is okay. it helps. but then, the tears last night were not as much as before. they were kinda destressing in fact. they helped me to realize. as i've said, i want to let go. i want to be happy now. i want to find my happiness too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you go to sleep and all goes &lt;strong&gt;b l a n k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you resist the necessity to wake up but you have to. it's so nice and comfy in my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then in the morning, while riding the bus, you realize that the rain, the cold and the darkness, doesn't seem to bother you today. because you have moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying that i'm now a fan of days like this, i'm still sunny old me. but i'm quite happy for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open your eyes and smile. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-5500193739813493860?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/5500193739813493860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=5500193739813493860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/5500193739813493860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/5500193739813493860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2007/08/soak-up-rain.html' title='soak up the rain'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-6904476126860797472</id><published>2007-08-06T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T12:01:14.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i like this song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="std_font"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;"Franklin" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: courier new;"&gt;by Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we get home, I know we won't be home at all&lt;br /&gt;This place we live, it is not where we belong&lt;br /&gt;And I miss who we were in the town that we could call our own&lt;br /&gt;Going back to get away after  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything has changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you remind me of a time when we were so alive?&lt;br /&gt;(Everything has changed)&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember that?   Do you remember that?&lt;br /&gt;(Everything has changed)&lt;br /&gt;Could you help me push aside all that I have left behind?&lt;br /&gt;(Everything has changed)&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember that?   Do you remember that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; So we stand here now and no one knows us at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't get used to this&lt;br /&gt;I won't get used to being gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And going back won't feel the same if we aren't staying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to get away after everything has changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you remind me of a time when we were so alive?&lt;br /&gt;(Everything has changed)&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember that?   Do you remember that?&lt;br /&gt;(Everything has changed)&lt;br /&gt;Could you help me push aside all that I have left behind?&lt;br /&gt;(Everything has changed)&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember that?   Do you remember that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking up our time&lt;br /&gt;Taking up our time&lt;br /&gt;Taking up our time&lt;br /&gt;It's taking up our time again&lt;br /&gt;Go back we can't go back at all&lt;br /&gt;It's taking up our time again&lt;br /&gt;Go back we can't go back at all&lt;br /&gt;It's taking up our time again&lt;br /&gt;Go back we can't go back at all&lt;br /&gt;It's taking up our time, taking up our time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Could you remind me of a time when we were so alive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Do you remember that?&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;   Do you remember that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-6904476126860797472?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/6904476126860797472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=6904476126860797472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/6904476126860797472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/6904476126860797472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-like-this-song.html' title='i like this song'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-6222461106484984008</id><published>2007-08-02T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T23:23:49.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nice one!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Classes in the high school and college levels are called off for tomorrow. Malacañang oredered this to give time for the youth to register for the SK (Sangguniang Kabataan) elections. I have one clear comment for this. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;YEAH RIGHT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;hehehe.. nice one PGMA! Although I highly appreciate this move with all my heart (together with the idealism it entails), I don't think it's very wise. For all we know, kids will be flooding the malls tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;seeya there then! wahehe. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I couldn't help but feel sad when I found out that Michiko Yamamoto (writer of Ang Pagdadalaga ni Maximo Oliveros and Magnifico) will be selling her soul to the devil and go &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;mainstream&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; She is now part of Star Cinema and well. . . you know what it means. Hello to movies written for Sam Milby and Tony Gonzaga. Tsk tsk.. We can't blame Michiko though. We all need money to survive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Value your life! Live it to the fullest. Never give up! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Seek God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-6222461106484984008?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/6222461106484984008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=6222461106484984008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/6222461106484984008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/6222461106484984008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2007/08/nice-one.html' title='nice one!'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-5576541068187698133</id><published>2007-08-01T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T12:39:57.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>behind the camera</title><content type='html'>Hindi madaling gumawa ng pelikula. Hindi madaling magsulat ng screenplay. Hindi madaling gumawa ng storyboard. Hindi madaling gumawa ng script breakdown. Hindi madaling mag-revise ng script. Hindi madaling maghanap ng location. Hindi madaling maghanap ng talents. Hindi madaling mag-direct. Hindi madaling mag-ilaw. Hindi madaling mag-crowd control ng isang damukal na batang makukulit. Hindi madaling magbilad sa arawan habang nagshu-shoot. Hindi madaling magpakabisa ng mga linya. Hindi madaling turuan umarte ang ilang tao. Hindi madaling magtrabaho ng may time pressure. . . . .etc etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi madaling mag-comm arts! Pero &lt;strong&gt;MASAYA&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baw!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-5576541068187698133?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/5576541068187698133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=5576541068187698133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/5576541068187698133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/5576541068187698133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2007/08/behind-camera.html' title='behind the camera'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-6423951953096477200</id><published>2007-07-24T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T12:02:05.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>swimming sa constantine</title><content type='html'>for me and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto kong magswimming! -- That's what I have been raving about since last summer pa. Sad nga lang kasi I never got to indulge in "fun under the sun". Kaya naman when Jave told me about a swimming party, my world paused for a second. Haha! Gusto ko magswimming! Even if it meant having to make my face ten or even a hundred times thicker, I still want to. Even if it meant, throwing away my plans for the next day, I still want to! Walang makakapigil sakin! harharhar. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO yep! I ended up going. haha. There I went to the realm known as &lt;strong&gt;"Village of the King".&lt;/strong&gt; I met everybody I was afraid of. Faces whom I thought would pierce me with their stares and questions. But NOO. It actually turned out to be fun. I especially loved the kids. ^_^ Actually it was a fun fun day! A roller coaster ride if you will. From morning til night, I had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind the awkward questions and evasive answers, let's just live the moment. How will we enjoy life if we don't? Basta. We really enjoy each other's company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops. Let's not forget the little road trip. hahahaha. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-6423951953096477200?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/6423951953096477200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=6423951953096477200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/6423951953096477200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/6423951953096477200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2007/07/swimming-sa-constantine.html' title='swimming sa constantine'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-1851309073900415853</id><published>2007-07-19T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T18:16:24.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random blabbing</title><content type='html'>Life is very interesting. Everyday, a whole bunch of things happen to us and if you are able to retell them, wonderful stories come out. Sometimes, the stories are meaningful. Sometimes they are sad. At times, they can be action-packed. But in my case, they are usually funny. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;insert&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* It was around 9 in the morning and it was time I took a bath or else I would be late. I entered the bathroom and . . . (some scenes were deleted due to the mtrcb. haha.) anyway. . . I picked up my ever-reliable tabo and poured water on myself. I felt the cold water and maybe because of my OA-ness or high spirits for the day, I winced and kinda jumped. Then WHAM! I slipped, turned over and fell. Shet! I scratched my knee on a step and I saw a piece of skin scraped. Ouch! Oh, and I also felt the beginnings of a few bruises which were bound to appear soon. Anyway... So I went ahead and continued with my bath. I decided that to lessen the bleeding from my knee, I had to lessen its movement. I mean, di ko siya dapat igalaw masyado. So pinatong ko siya sa toilet seat and I proceeded with shampooing. Syempre I closed my eyes para di malagyan ng shampoo. Tapos, I felt something moving sa paa ko. Shet! I looked down and there I saw it. IPIS!!! Waaaaaaah. Muntik na kong mapatalon ulit. At dahil diyan, hindi na ko maliligo ulit. haha. JOKE! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-1851309073900415853?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/1851309073900415853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=1851309073900415853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/1851309073900415853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/1851309073900415853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2007/07/random-blabbing.html' title='random blabbing'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-3848812381432276084</id><published>2007-07-09T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T16:32:51.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;______________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TULALANG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;TUMULA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;_______________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I long of going to dreamland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;for I fear I'll soon be mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I long for a life I don't have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A place where I'll be glad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;Sometimes I get so dizzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;from a long stupid bus journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;Still lots of work to frenzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;but I fall down coz I'm sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You and I, each a slipper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Useless without the other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy when we are together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Slipper, let's travel yonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aytengkyu. Baw. :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-3848812381432276084?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/3848812381432276084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=3848812381432276084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/3848812381432276084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/3848812381432276084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2007/07/tulalang-tumula.html' title=''/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-2098842197650081905</id><published>2007-07-02T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T23:36:23.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>help me pray.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear God,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please make our puppy better. Sana gumaling na siya. Sana maging masigla na siya ulit at makulit. Sana din po pala, kumain na siya ng tama at di na magsuka afterwards. Sana po umubra yung mga medicine niya. Ayaw po namin mamatay si &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nikki.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :'(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ Yanyan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-2098842197650081905?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/2098842197650081905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=2098842197650081905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/2098842197650081905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/2098842197650081905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2007/07/help-me-pray.html' title='help me pray.'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-3380817245785267010</id><published>2007-06-26T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T20:14:36.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wangoballwime ?</title><content type='html'>breathe and stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when life seems to go too fast, when things drag you along with the speed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't forget to breathe and stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a minute's break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seek solace in those which give you comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a familiar friend's voice, a comfortable silence, a happy thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pag may kaaway ka naman, sapakin mo para tumba agad! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinong makulit? ako. hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me is a fickle lil girl. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me is forgetful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me is makulit! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sup dobby! have you gotten a sock yet? hahaha. (inside joke to myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading a book you love is so much fun. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-3380817245785267010?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/3380817245785267010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=3380817245785267010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/3380817245785267010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/3380817245785267010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2007/06/wangoballwime.html' title='wangoballwime ?'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-3529000942446607413</id><published>2007-06-17T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T11:01:08.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gawad kalinga</title><content type='html'>yesterday we went to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gawad Kalinga - Baseco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. let me tell you, before you get there, you will see he filth of manila at its finest. you'll see the Pasig river and all the trash that floats in it. you'll see houses on stilts, settled over the sea of dirt and trash. you'll smell the aroma of whatever rotten things there are over there. you'll see thousands of make-shift houses. you'll see the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;poverty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of the philippines. and then, after some time, we saw a strange sight. we saw a small village of colorful houses. and i do mean colorful. we saw little pink, green and blue houses. but instead of the usual wood and other stuff the make-shift houses were made of, these ones were made of cement, of blocks. they were REAL houses. asteg! a small patch of hope amidst the rotten reality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero alam niyo ba, as noble and as amazing as Gawad Kalinga may be, sobrang laki pa din ng problema ng Pilipinas. pramis. although there are a few people who want to help others, andami pa ding wlang pakielam eh.  kung lahat b nmn ng may-kaya eh tumulong edi sana, madami ng matitinong bahay ang naipatayo.. tsk tsk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;segway! so... kami sa relstri class namin ay tutulong dun. tutulong kmi by painting some of the many houses na wala pang paint. we'll be sending out letters soon para makahanap ng people to help us buy the paint and supplies. pag may alam kayong gustong tumulong, contact me ha? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malaki ang problema pero kung tutulong ka, baka lumiit kahit onti. ^_^ if only you could see the kids, happily playing there. you'd want to make a better home for them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nax! ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-3529000942446607413?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/3529000942446607413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=3529000942446607413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/3529000942446607413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/3529000942446607413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2007/06/gawad-kalinga.html' title='gawad kalinga'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-3648113036418700609</id><published>2007-06-04T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T23:26:48.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heffi me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" Walang mabigat na problema kung mga kaibiga'y kasama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;SA PANIMALS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;     SA UBE FRIENDS, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;           SA GMG FRIENDS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                SA MGA HIGH SCHOOL LOVABLE FRIENDS KO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                           SA LAHAT NG MGA TAONG NAGPAPASAYA SA AKIN, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                                   ISANG MALAKING &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TENCHU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The past few days have been one of the best in my life. Well, i really enjoy spending time with my friends. I love 'em all. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Try ok nga ilista ang mga nakabonding ko lately... (old and new faces) hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;maple, alvin, amy, lolo adi, darren, japitej, jojo, keren, loren, billie bog, mik, lars, milo, charles, isabel, clang, jean karla, majoy, richardee, camille, mama reg, jemie, ate marien, magsy, jeff sy, mami ria, chuckie, harry, joy, maebel, myk mark, hazel, paner, jose, keithleen, bancs, raphie, elaine, plus all of gmg, wobs, miggy, rc, ja, aubrey, wawong, clarence, jana, kizia, martin, mary,  gio, kevz, marko, rj, kuya matyu, johnrey, onij, toni, lau, vera lim, listra, nathan, zoe. . . ayun! madami pang iba pero so far, ito pa lng naaalala ko. ah basta. ayun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thank u friends. u may not know it, pero u really help make life happier. nax! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;btw, last june 2, i saw a rainbow. saya saya ko! binigyan pa ko ni mama ng watch. ayihee.. nahiya nmn ako at natouch at the same time. i haven't been a gud girl lately msyado. hehe. pero ayun. sori na po. hehe. binili ko nlng xa ng french fries kanina. haha. labo! *shet naiiyak ako* hehehe. labyu mama! :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;june 3 nmn was a funny funny day for many different reasons. hahaha. ayun. 3 is three. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;iwas muna tayo sa sadness.. nakakasawa na eh. hehe. :P wag na lang ako malalate for class at ok na cguro. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-3648113036418700609?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/3648113036418700609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=3648113036418700609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/3648113036418700609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/3648113036418700609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2007/06/heffi-me.html' title='heffi me'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-3831976180273780406</id><published>2007-05-31T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T00:31:46.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>magnifico!</title><content type='html'>yan was okay riding the bus to school. she thought she would be late because she had to finish her hw's before going to school. she said a silent prayer during the ride. one time, tears almost fell but she was able to hold them back. she kept reciting reassuring words in her head. they worked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during her first class, they discussed morality. she tried her best to listen to the lesson. but once her attention lapsed, she decided to write in her diary/journal. here the tears she held back, fought back and they won. she tried to cover her face in a handkerchief - his handkerchief. nobody noticed. good. she tried to pretend that everything was fine and went on with the rest of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd period came and she was too entertained by their prof that she listened intently and tried not to think. it worked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunchbreak. after eating. she talked to a dear friend. then the tears came back. she went back to writing in her journal and pretended to be busy so that nobody would notice. only one person saw the tears slowly falling down but yan told her not to tell anyone. nobody seemed to mind. once again, she found solace in the handkerdhief. she tried to wipe them. with fear of getting noticed, she desperately rushed to the bathroom. there she let go of those damn tears. she went back to the table and got coins. then she did the only thing that she knew would comfort her and pacify the stubborn tears... she called him up. thank god for the pay phone. after the casual  conversation, she was calm. she forgot about the tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last class. she wa still a bit numb and unexpectedly, she got called to come up front and do some script-reading in front of the class. being the actress that she is, she performed and did well. the numbness didn't show at all. her mind flew into the pages, into the lines that she had to read with feelings. it was fun. it was relief. after that, the class watched a movie. they watched MAGNIFICO. such a powerful movie can melt any numb heart nomatter how frozen it may be. now the whole class was crying. tears were everywhere. eyes were swelled. this is great! this is fabulous! now she wasn't the only one. everybody was crying. she couldn't be any happier. finally, she was in a place where it was safe to shed the those damn tears without fear, without holding back. she cried. because of the movie, because of the yesterday that happened, because of everything. but she was happy. the whole class cried along with her. this is great. what a movie! she loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after class, she was all smiles. she bought an ice cream for herself then went to the chapel to pray and ask for strength. hours passed and she found comfort among friends,  stories, coffee and a yummy waffle with whipped cream and strawberry syrup. the day ended on a happy note.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-3831976180273780406?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/3831976180273780406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=3831976180273780406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/3831976180273780406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/3831976180273780406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2007/05/magnifico.html' title='magnifico!'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-5406855731838888090</id><published>2007-05-31T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T23:50:21.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this kid should grow</title><content type='html'>i'm such a kid. i have a lot more things to learn. i have to learn to smile more, to laugh more. i've got to learn to be more understanding. i've got to be stronger. i have to learn. i have to learn how to accept. i must learn how to be patient. i must learn how to lose and accept defeat. i must learn to stand down. i must learn to be more kind. i must learn to be more sweet. i must learn to say no. i must learn when to say no to myself. i must learn when to run away. i must learn when to go ahead. i must learn how to be selfless. i must learn to not think too much.i must learn to be strong. . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saying goodbye is never easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero teka. i don't want to say goodbye kaya. nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just, uhhh.... bsta. hindi ito goodbye. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero things end. ayun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be strong but im not. i don't know... i'm lost. help me find myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to be sad anymore. my eyes hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-5406855731838888090?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/5406855731838888090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=5406855731838888090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/5406855731838888090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/5406855731838888090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-kid-should-grow.html' title='this kid should grow'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-5845440087264592067</id><published>2007-05-26T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T12:18:36.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when it rains, it pours</title><content type='html'>sadly, this line not only applies to blessings, but also to misfortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"moving on"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost you before. you or at least an older version of you... you left without notice and it hurt me. i had regrets, a lot of what-if's. but that didn't matter. you were gone and i couldn't do anything about it. i had to accept it. i had to move on. i admit, it wasn't easy. it was the darkest of times, the lowest of times. . . but i let myself heal. i let myself move on. i had to. there was no other choice. time passed and i came across a new "you". i was hesitant to take you back but i couldn't help it. i was happy again. i had you again. you were there beside me. always. and we were happy. we were home. i learned to depend on you. i was used to you being there. pero i made mistakes. stupid mistakes. now you're gone... again. magulo ang pagkawala mo. hindi ako sigurado. hinanap kita pero hindi na kita nakita. naiwan ba kita somewehere o did somebody steal you from me? shock. here we go again.  i have to move on, again. one thing though, i refuse to be as sad as before. i'll try. i can't promise pero i will try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAWALA NA NAMAN ANG PHONE KO! yung sun ulit. yung phone ko na mahal ko. yung galing ke mama. potah. second time na toh. huhuhu. hindi ko alam kung pano exactly nawala. basta nung hinanap ko siya, wala na siya. huhuhu.... i tried looking for it everywhere, pero wala. binalikan pa ng friend ko pero wala. huhuhuhuhu.... sad sad sad yanyan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bobo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was raining that night. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing in my life is going right. help. /&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-2215240850221939336</id><published>2007-05-24T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T18:58:02.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the love-less bus</title><content type='html'>taking public transportation is always an adventure. you'll never know who you will meet, who you will sit next to. for the pst few days, i've prayed that i don't have to go home alone. i just don't want to. hehe. luckily, i've caught sight of a few friends of mine who were more than happy to ride the bus with me. most of the time, it was just pure coincidence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the funny thing here, is how much i have in common with these bus-mates of mine... wahaha. each one has their own version of a colorful and/or dramatic story of love or the current lack thereof. hahaha. birds of the same emotional state, ride the bus together. korni! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, first day of classes ko kanina. i must say, things are going okay. actually, masaya nga eh! wahahaha. my day started great. pinaupo ako nung isang dude sa bus. pnalo din ang first class ko. relstri. kilala ko n yung prof pala. haha. i had him before na eh. i also lo00ve my clsm8s there. ;) concept was pretty interesting. ang kukulit nung dalawang ms. eh. haha. mukhang challenging nga lng sa dami ng workload. sa feature subject ko nmn, may gash! it's like vidprod all over again. pero at least isang video na lang ang output. kaso, feature film ang length. 90 minutes of doom. waaah. although masaya na toh kasi labs ko ang mga kagrupo ko. hahaha. :P masaya din ang pauwi. haha. ayun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is a roller coaster. may high din naman kahit papano after ng low. god is good. all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;motto: i am strong. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-2215240850221939336?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/2215240850221939336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=2215240850221939336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/2215240850221939336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/2215240850221939336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2007/05/love-less-bus.html' title='the love-less bus'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-9065390864100019335</id><published>2007-05-18T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T02:46:55.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CLA Day 2 - LPEP 2K7</title><content type='html'>Assistant sounds dapat ako eh. Pero may inasikaso kami ni Reg kaya kinita namin si Clarence sa condo niya. Kaya umalis kami ng Sports Complex at nilakad ang hanggang condo ni Clrnce. Medyo malayo ito at medyo &lt;strong&gt;sobrang napaka&lt;/strong&gt;-init pa naman! waaaah. pawis, magulong hair at over-all kadugyutan ang resulta nito friends. yack. hahaha. Holy Kamote ba naman! Bigla akong kinailangan to host kasi wala pa si Kizia na dapat sanang host nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaah. Ako ay naka-shorts at tsinelas lamang! Wala akong dalang make-up at wala ng panahon para magmake-up. sows!! Hindi pang-host material kumbaga! hehe. Ayoko din naman humarap sa madlang public na mukhang basahan. hehe. Mabuti na lang at matino ang blouse na sinuot ko kanina. (swerte nila!) Pinahiram ako ni Clrnce ng palda, nagayos ako ng mukha at ayun! Lumipad na kami ni Reg pabalik ng Sports COmplex. Pagdating namin dun, malapit na talaga yung part ng host. waaaaaah!!! Ayaw nila pumayag na naka-tsinelas lang ako kaya pinahiram ako ni JOy ng black na chucks niya. yikes. binigay sakin ni Nikkibau ang mga bling2x niya. nanghiram kami ni Jana ng hair iron sa LSDC-Street pero walang epek kasi minadali at pasaway ang hair ko. last ditch effort to at least look decent tapos ayun! sugod na sa gitna ng gymnasium to host with Sir Redgie. Waaaaah. Ni hindi ko nasilayan kung ano ang itsura ng outift kong iyon. mukha ba akong ewan? haha. Yaan mo na! Karirin na lang ang paghohost para di na halata ang minadaling get-up. whew. ok naman. hahaha... u owe me one big time guys. tsk tsk... buti na lang College of Liberal Arts iyon (my college) kundi... hahaha. jwk! para sa gmg eh. ganun talaga.. nax! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinagabihan, dinner with GMG sa greenbelt. chubby china ang destinasyon. sumabay kami ni majoy sa kotse ni bancs together with keithleen. maya maya, pinara kami ng isang Makati traffic enforcer dahil sa isang violation pero dahil sa magical powers, charm, drama at fake tears ni bancs, kami ay pinalusot! woohoo! kinabahan pa naman ako nun kasi akala ko totoong umiiyak na siya. amazing! palakpakan naman jan! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nabuo nga pala kanina ang FAMILIA DE LA POBRE! pero take note, british ang accent ng Pobre Family. Ganun talaga, we have to talk fancy because in reality we are pobresitos and pobresitas. hahaha. :P laughtrip talaga. si nikkibau ang POBRE SR., si majoy ang POBRE JR., at ako si POBRE III. don't forget manong magsy ang POBRE ANCESTOR. wahahaha. memorable. thank you nga pala kay Mami Ria!! *kiss* :P Andaming GMG na pumunta, parang napaaga ang reunion na dapat ay sa June pa. hehe. msarap na kwentuhan nga pala kaming LP girls habang pauwi. nabitin ako. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hep hep hep. i have homework to do pa... gotta go! ciao dear blog! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-9065390864100019335?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-847255845592320950</id><published>2007-05-18T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T02:13:15.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jogging</title><content type='html'>jogging is good for the health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is good for the cardiovascular system - the heart and for the lungs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will help improve your stamina, metabolism etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will make you appreciate things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will make you breathe harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will help you breathe easier eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will help clear your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;running is good for the mind, body and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; nagjogging kami ni lolo adi nung isang araw. ang saya saya. hehe. uunahan namin yung athlete dude na yun someday! awo0of! =P susubukan namin itong gawing weekly habit. susubukan ah. hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-847255845592320950?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/847255845592320950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=847255845592320950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/847255845592320950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/847255845592320950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2007/05/jogging.html' title='jogging'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-7764539499141074793</id><published>2007-05-15T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T03:07:55.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my election post is in another page</title><content type='html'>you try to stay strong but there are times when you just snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are days when you listen to songs so intently in the hopes of finding the right words to express how you feel. sadly, you find yourself listening to all sorts of songs with all sorts of lyrics and messages. apparently enough,you're feeling all sorts of things too. so you get pinches of lyrics from many different songs and you try to fit them in your tiny brain. haha. goodluck friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will wish it was easy but it's not. if you willed something to happen and it hurts you as a result, should you blame yourself? you close your eyes and pray. you pray for guidance, for strength, for courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see different roads ahead of you. but as far as you can see, each has a dead end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your heart hurts. it shouts. but it's speechless. it's kept in chains. it's surrounded by clouds of confusion. but it doesn't mean that it's not crying, bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every day. every hour. every minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are tortured by the smallest details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wish that it wasn't this hard but it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you''ve always been weak. so very weak. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all logic is shouting back, but my heart is weak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll wish life wasn't so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish life wasn't so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VOTE WISELY. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-7764539499141074793?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-9061724736943181572</id><published>2007-05-13T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T14:09:46.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sing me a lullaby if you please</title><content type='html'>before i went to sleep last night, this song kept on swimming in my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wish i could be the one, the one who could give you love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the kind of love you really need&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wish i could say to you that i'll always stay with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but baby that's not me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you need someone willing to give their heart and soul to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;who'll give you something better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby that's something i can't do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh i can say that i'll be all you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but that would be a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know i'd only hurt you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know i'd  only make you cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;but i'm not the one you need&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you goodbye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leaving someone, when you love someone is the hardest thing to do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you love someone as much as i love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh i don't want to leave you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;baby it tears me up inside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i'll never be the one you're needing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you goodbye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just a song. not everything applies to my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-9061724736943181572?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/9061724736943181572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=9061724736943181572' title='0 Comments'/><link 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style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO i am not turning into a model!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha! dream on kid! :P let's leave the seriousness and emo-ness. hehe. here's the story. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kanina was the first LPEP Day 2 program for this year. part of the program was confetti and balloons falling down from high above the gym. yeah, it does give an o0mph effect to any program but of course, before that happens, somebody has to put the confetti and balloons up there right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so! here comes majoy, reg, kat and me! haha! we climbed all the way up &lt;strong&gt;there&lt;/strong&gt; to the catwalk to put the stuff which will fall down later anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting &lt;strong&gt;there &lt;/strong&gt;is not easy. you have to go up the fire exit stairs. get out onto the rooftop and come in to the "sauna" part of the building where the catwalk is located. you have to duck down to avoid hitting a big pipe, climb up a steep ladder and voila! catwalk here i am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nga pala, when i say catwalk, it's the high metal lakaran way up in the gymnasium. it's located like 7feet from the ceiling of the gym itself. basta, it is HIGH up there. if you look down you see the basketball court. if you fall, it WILL HURT... a lot. :P bawal dito ang may phobia sa heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staying &lt;strong&gt;there&lt;/strong&gt; is not easy din. your hands will get extremely dirty and you will sweat like a pig. man it sure is hot up there. thus the nickname "sauna".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basta, so there we were, pulling strings and putting the stuff into the green tela. it was scary ah pero fun. actually , nag-ingay lang ako dun eh. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always wanted to go up there to experience it pero now that i have, ok na ko. parang ayoko nang ulitin! wahahahaha.. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title='catwalk'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-5106821175138426678</id><published>2007-05-08T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T23:57:15.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reflect</title><content type='html'>here are a few of the things i realized/pondered about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ i should think of the things i should be greatful for&lt;br /&gt;@ i should pray more often.&lt;br /&gt;@ there are a LOT more people out there who have bigger problems&lt;br /&gt;@ try your best to learn from others&lt;br /&gt;@  find the things that make you happy&lt;br /&gt;@ enjoy the company of your friends&lt;br /&gt;@ don't think too much&lt;br /&gt;@ what one person does can affec another's life or maybe even more&lt;br /&gt;@ be happy with what you have&lt;br /&gt;@ the happiest people are those who are contented with whatever they have&lt;br /&gt;@ i should sing more. it keeps me sane and alive. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-5106821175138426678?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/5106821175138426678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=5106821175138426678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Kamote! I'm 19 years old! Sh*t! It's my last year of having "teen" in my age. waaaah! I can't believe it. Just last year, i was surprised to be of legal age, but now meeehhhn! I'm turning old. hahaha. Well, the important thing is that it doesn't show in my face naman. Nax! Wahahaha. (Pagbigyan na, bday nmn eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trivia pala muna! Lam niyo bang sa pamilya ng tatay ko, three of us cousins are celebrating their birthdays today! Asteg diba. Si Kuya Sherwin, si Jason at ako, all May 4 celebrants. Coolness. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for the most part, this day put me into a lot of reflection and emo-ness. haha. epekto siguro ito ni emo spiderman sken. haha. anywaaaayyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday mo nga, pero it doesn't mean that the world will stop and pause for you. You won't get any special treatment whatsoever from the rest of the world who doesn't care who you are. Tatayo ka pa din sa bus pag walang maupuan. Papawisan ka pa din sa Sports Complex dahil mainit. Gugulo pa din ang buhok mo sa hangin. Normal lang diba? Well, the most striking difference of this day are the people who greet you. Nakakatouch sa totoo lang. Some people whom you thought have long been lost somewhere in Antartica, are actually in the same city as yours pa din pala. Old friends rise from the ashes and greet you with all their might. New friends pop up and show their concern. Masaya pag madaming bumabati. Nakakataba ng puso. Pramis. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayy!! Kaya pala, thank you mode muna ko sa lahat ng bumati. Sa mga family ko, DLA friends, GMG Friends, CAO people, UBE friends, nad everybody else in between, salamat po ng marami! Salamat nga din pala sa cake na bigay ng aking P.Animal Girls. hehe. Hindi ito natapon. Yahu!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun sa mga bus na nilagpasan ako kanina at hindi pumara, panget kayo! hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagdala nga pala ako kanina ng Spaghetti at Mechado sa school. Oh diba! Cost -cutting pero masarap pa rin!(syempre, luto ni mama eh) Sa mga hindi nakatikim, naku, you missed 1/19.37762124 of your life. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano pa ba?... Hmm.. Madami akong "just in time", "oh no", "buti na lang", "grrrr" at "haaaaay.."  moments kanina. Hehehe. Amazingly malabo yung statement na yun. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta ayun. I usually hate it pag bday ko eh., And guess what, i sitll feel the same way for the most part. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero I'm happy naman! Looking forward na to tomorrow! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy na....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z z z z z z..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gudnyt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yo showty...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-3625789594259126547?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/3625789594259126547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=3625789594259126547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/3625789594259126547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/3625789594259126547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2007/05/yow-shorty-its-mah.html' title='yow shorty, it&apos;s mah ___ .'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-867270975811368243</id><published>2007-05-01T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T11:49:37.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let god tell us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;EXTERIOR. STREETS. NIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The girl looks at the sky and sees the moon hiding between some clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy walks the girl home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept her hands in her pockets but he takes his hand. She was confused, shy. They held hands and talked about issues that have long been overdue. Cars zoomed by and they crossed the road still holding hands. The girl thought that somehow this still felt right. Still they walked on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks at the clouds once again and sees that they have formed curious patterns in the sky. It was breath-taking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Upon reaching the front gate of the girl's house, they stopped. They sat down along the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind blew. This was a welcomed miracle since the whole day has been scorching hot. Hot sunshine was everywhere. A torture for resltess people but a comfort for cold-stricken souls. Now everything was peaceful. All was quiet, the streets were dark and the lamp lights seemed to be focused on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a third time she looks at the sky and sees that the clouds have parted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time swept along with meaningful conversation. Too deep maybe for some, but for them it was quite the norm. She asessed her feelings. He did too. Questions were asked. Jokes were cracked. Laughter was shared. Feelings were brought out. Amazingly, no tears were shed. The confusion was just sorted out. Life and love questions were attempted to be answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisions were made. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;They're not giving up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The clouds now come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are quiet as they enjoy the cold night breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already late but they enjoyed their time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They're not letting go just yet. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;as if it were a sign from God...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just as midnight struck,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rain started to fall&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-867270975811368243?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/867270975811368243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=867270975811368243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/867270975811368243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/867270975811368243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2007/05/let-god-tell-us.html' title='let god tell us.'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-3056033336263789299</id><published>2007-04-28T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T01:55:18.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;w&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is life so hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is love so hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are relationships hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I not happy anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people get hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I feeling numb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so afraid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are meaningful conversations so important to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so opinionated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i hate losing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I expect too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are parents so weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are pictures torn into pieces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do drawings end up in the trash?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does my family avoid talking calmly and peacefully?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I look for warmth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so confused?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does my head ache?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel like i want to let go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did it rain hard on me today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I hurt others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do tears fall when we sing sad songs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I want to rebel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is life unfair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are people unhappy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I unhappy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I still up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are changes so hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I seem to reach you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't I seem to matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people get tired?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we need sweetness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do the right words escape us when we need them the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do words escape you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we get what we want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you mad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you want to talk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I numb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I unhappy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is life hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is love hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it seem hopeless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-3056033336263789299?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/3056033336263789299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=3056033336263789299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/3056033336263789299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/3056033336263789299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2007/04/life-questions.html' title='life questions'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-2481733325704052151</id><published>2007-04-28T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T01:33:34.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GMG @ Y-SPEAK</title><content type='html'>Just in case I forget, here's what happened. (for documentation haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* YVote. Event/Movement?Program ng Studio 23 to convince the youth about the importance of voting. Election + the youth basically... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left DLSU at 3pm. All packed up in Jeff Sy's car, we went to SM City Manila to find a parking space. After a few side trips to the bathroom and juice stands, we went off quickly to the Bonifacio Shrine. We were so worried that we were late but guess what?! We were so friggin early! Oh and let's not forget the blessed rain that poured down on us. If I were in a different place, I would have been very happy for the cool that comes with it but noooo. For this situation, an outdoor activity, rain sucks... BIG TIME! So there we were,  drenched in the rain. And since most of us didn't have umbrellas, we had to settle for the GMG tarpaulins we brought for rain protection! hehe. Genius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting wet, drying a little and then getting wet again, the rain finally decided to stop. Sheesh. My feet were already protesting by this time. If it weren't for the uber fun personalities of GMG, we would have been desperate and pissed. Picturials galore, PSPs, and statement protests passed our time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already dark and at last the show started. Mo Twister and Bianca Gonzales showed up. Mo was kind enough to mingle with us and I was suprised to see that he seemed nice naman pala. hehe. Jason Cuadrado (?), the Ateneo kid from PBB Teens and some other people showed up too. Ricci Chan (i luv u didi) was also there, as well as Kuya Kim! hehe. Hep hep hep! Let us not forget the lovable Sam Concepcion! hehe. He is sooo cute. Yeah I know he's too young but he's cute nonetheless. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we were, the manipulated crowd that we were, together with some other students from STI, Universidad De Maynila and First Time Voters group sumthin sumthin plus the usual passersby and the pinoy usi's.. We were asked to appear for a live feed for Wazzup Wazzup, but once again, we were just the crowd behind. Ngek. haha. At least I saw the smallness of mine and Ate Jad's heads on the TV screen for a while. hahaha. baduy! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majoy and Pam Pasia joined in on a few games. haha. represent! Manong Magsy who looked dashing by the way (kakagaling lang nila ni Jad sa raket kc, haha) convinced everyone that he was a photographer for the event. Amazing. ... A few bands performed though I had no idea who most of them were. Sam (my labs) sang a Bamboo song but let's not judge a-la-american idol on this one okay? Cut him some slack, he's undergoing puberty for goodness' sake. Let us forgive his high-pitched voice. hehehe. His cuteness makes up for it. (biased ba?) hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet didn't forget to remind me of how sore they were all through-out the event. Hooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of the girls in our group were so adorable. They kept their juices up and were hyper for most of the time. They were always jumping and screaming. No wonder the cameras always focused on them. Haha. Go GMG gals + Mike Marc! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us not forget my short TV exposure! Yahuu! Nikki Bau and I were asked to represent DLSU and were interviewed for a short while. This is where I plug. Watch Y-SPEAK this Sunday okay? YOu'll see us there. hahaha. Although I'm not sure if my answer made any sense. I am sure though that I looked wasted and sabaw! haha. Before the interview, I got a chance to talk to Sam and this other dude host, Dave( I think). Up and close with Sam yeahboi! May shakehands pa! Wahahaha. &lt;em&gt;Sige na nga&lt;/em&gt;.. the whole waiting in the rain was worth it na. fine! hahahaha. *tawa lang*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were cute mascots that Majoy hated, lights that blinded everybody, a creepy girl who was so intriguing (she kept on bugging us), fake plackards, practiced responses for the audience, and of course, tons of humid air! Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After more camwhoring  for GMG, we decided to leave. And off Elaine and I went, to go home. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know if I will vote. Oh well. Tiring pero masaya naman yung event. Thanks GMG sa mga pumunta. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuod kayo ha. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-2481733325704052151?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/2481733325704052151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=2481733325704052151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/2481733325704052151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/2481733325704052151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2007/04/gmg-y-speak.html' title='GMG @ Y-SPEAK'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-2522837818599231623</id><published>2007-04-18T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T02:19:40.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>evil summer heat</title><content type='html'>summer is indeed here. at last. i've been able to submit my last few projects. i must say though that it wasn't a peace of cake. in fact, i actually thought that i might have a heart attack anytime because the pressure i underwent. whew. thank the lord for guiding me and sending me angelic people who helped me. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the vidprod viewing of final projects, deretsong subic na para sa underground LTTS (leadership training and teambuilding seminar) ng incoming and outgoing GMG officers. we got there at around 10 pm-ish. it was a very memorable experience. mommy ria, ate jackieB, ate jad, ate jemie, ate marien, and caren really touched us with their efforts in the games, planning, food prepapration and everything. those guys were really inspiring. so there we were, nikkibau, clarence, majoy, benjie, jose, glenn, bj, regine and me, the incoming officers... waaah. sadly, we didn't get to go to the beach, but we got wet in one of the games though.  plus, i think, it's more fun. haha. thanks to bj for their house! it was fun to get lost before finding it. the village was beatiful. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday. umiyak ako kasi jave teased me about the mushroom soup and stupid pizza slice. the lesson here is, wag lolokohin si ariane pag gutom. rawr! hahaha. well actually, it was more of just a trigger kasi, i aslo cried my heart out na. school stress, family problems, cellphone problems, disappoiontments, guilt, shortcomings  and every single problem i had, they all came out in my tears. i really needed a good cry for a long time. ika ko nga, "this is ariane breaking down". it was ugly, este i was ugly, pero i really needed that. at least now i'm cleansed. well, sort of. oh, and it was less of iyak, it was more of ngawa at hagulgol. hehehe. thnk u james! haha. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, racket for mommy ria. kasama ko si jana. ang saya. sarap ng cocktail food sa shangri-la makati. it was heaven for me dahil desserts galore!!! the best yung cream puffs.  it was the 10th anniversary kasi of Amway Phils. . Afterwards we went to Capones or was it Capone's?  oh well... salamat kay Richardee sa ride home. oh oh! May creepy photographer dude nga pala dun sa event. Heller naman! He was old na noh! And he looked like my father pa. yikes!!! oh well basta. haha. ang ganda nung flowers dun sa place. i looove flowers. :) kaya kami naman ni jana eh pichur lang ng pichur! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally have the free time that i have long been praying for but i'm not happy. wanna know why? eh kasi naman! ANG INIT INIT SA PILIPINAS! rawr!!!! pramis. it was so freakin hot today. there was a pitcher on top of our table kanina, when i poured out the water, my golly i was shocked! lukewarm yung water!!! hindi normal, i mean, ang init nung tubig! haha. ibig ba sabihin yun yung room temp dito kanina? waw! ang saklap diba? and the whole day, one's face will be full of oil, lagkit and ugh.. hihihi. ang init talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pahabol. lagi nlng ako.. haaay... nkkfrustr8 na.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-2522837818599231623?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/2522837818599231623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=2522837818599231623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/2522837818599231623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/2522837818599231623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2007/04/evil-summer-heat.html' title='evil summer heat'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-3557565378091212239</id><published>2007-04-09T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T12:32:51.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bears.</title><content type='html'>Here we go. The last week of this schoolyear is here. Yikes! Hmm let's see... I have one Stat final exam, one final video(which is sooo not easy), one drama script, one introre exercise and a research proposal left on my back. Did I forget anything? My oh my... Lord help me. Sobrang ayoko na muna mag-aral eh. Im tired. hehe. Comm Arts is tiring. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Kwento na lang muna..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new teddy bear. His name's Dylan! I got him from my Tita. He's so cute. Finally, may kapatid na si Rev(who I'm missin btw). Hawig kasi sila eh. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki our puppy is growing na! hehe. She's getting bigger ang longer. Unruly pa rin ang buhok niya as always, and she still reminds me of teddy bears. :) Kaso minsan pala, napagkakamalan ko siyang lalaki. Ay, at mukhang namamayat din ata siya. tsk tsk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vidprod shoot pushed through last Saturday. Jave was the leading character. harhar! Byebye shyness! I'm so touched by his support. Thank you po! Love u! :)  Danika, lolo adi and tarcy were also there.  Nakakatawa si Lolo kasi dalawa yung role niya. So we had to dress him up with shades and a cap para hindi halata. hehe. Si Dexsad kasi eh, di makapunta kasi walang tubig sa kanila. Di tuloy siya makaligo. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang nakakabadtrip lng these past few days eh si mama. Lagi ba naman kasi akong inaaway at binabara. Rawr. Kahit magpaka-sweet ka na at bigyan siya ng stuff or offeran ng sumthin, babarahin ka pa rin. Haller nmn. At masyado pa niya akong dinudutdot about faith issues. Haaay nku! I know my faith and beliefs. Yung pangungulit pa nga niya ang nagtutulak sakin na wag gawin ang mga bagay bagay eh. Argg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napakainit mga kaibigan! Sobra. Kahapon tuloy napabili ako ng Strawberry shake dahil sa uhaw. Ang bait nga nung tindera kasi binigyan niya ako ng free pearls. haha! 5pesos din yun! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko magswimming! Well, tehcnically hindi pa ako super marunong magswimming pero you know what I mean. Gusto ko mag-outing. Whatever! haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-3557565378091212239?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/3557565378091212239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=3557565378091212239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/3557565378091212239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/3557565378091212239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2007/04/bears.html' title='bears.'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-3080384681744098421</id><published>2007-04-05T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T13:51:01.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sh*t</title><content type='html'>this has got to be one of the suckiest holy weeks ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family is doing the extreme contradiction of what people ought to do during these days. talk about unholy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while some people are either praying or out in the beach, I'm stuck at home with pending deadlines and tons of schoolwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't we just please go fast forward?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or can't i just please hide in some island resort or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-3080384681744098421?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/3080384681744098421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=3080384681744098421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/3080384681744098421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/3080384681744098421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2007/04/sht.html' title='sh*t'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-5973064829281195793</id><published>2007-03-24T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T21:39:37.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dream</title><content type='html'>it feels so nice to hear those words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            that's because you're in different state of mind today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what will happen tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    when you're back to your normal self?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                          i can feel that you mean it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    &lt;br /&gt;          but will you feel the same when this insanity ends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                               will i ever hear those same words&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;                                               with the same passion, conviciton and emotion???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't know how much i long to feel you mean it when you say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        how i long to feel that you feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                             i want to believe you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                i pray that it wasn't all but a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-5973064829281195793?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/5973064829281195793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=5973064829281195793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/5973064829281195793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/5973064829281195793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2007/03/dream.html' title='dream'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-1135662720378658259</id><published>2007-03-07T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T18:22:53.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I U F</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Re6RD9l4SpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-g-_8Z9tR7w/s1600-h/iuf+poseter.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039124530333239954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Re6RD9l4SpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-g-_8Z9tR7w/s400/iuf+poseter.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;FILM ENTHUSIASTS!!! Wanna see the works of students from different universities? Go na kayo sa INDIE UN-FILM! It's an inter-school video competition. May dalawang categories - Documentary and Feature film. This Saturday na siya(March 10, 2007). 5pm sa Brother Andrew Auditorium, DLSU. Why would you go? Kasi LIBRE ITO! ! ! Oo tama. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;FREE ADMISSION!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Kaya go na guys. Text me for ticket reservations. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-1135662720378658259?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/1135662720378658259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=1135662720378658259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/1135662720378658259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/1135662720378658259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-u-f.html' title='I U F'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Re6RD9l4SpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-g-_8Z9tR7w/s72-c/iuf+poseter.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-6416499804666060046</id><published>2007-03-01T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T00:04:01.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mabilisang kwento</title><content type='html'>Hmmm... blog blog blog. wasap? Long time no post eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwento... anu nga ba? errr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember na. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things got a little blurry round the 14th and afterwards.. haha. but we jumped over that. anywayssssss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pier one, mall of asia... heidi mariano's birthday happened and yeay for the band. we played there. hehe. after very little practice, we succeeded in not sucking. haha! it went well i think. only, the sound system wasn't that good, because the guitars couldn't be heard much. oh but we came up with a name! triplejam it is!!! hehe.. there were fireworks that night!!! yehey. preeetttttyyyyy... i also got to dress up as a wannabe punkista slash hip hop ewan! hahaha. complete with my snazzy ukay shoes and the bling bling i borrowed from my dad. yeahboi! funny. i enjoyed that night. i especially enjoyed it because jave was there. my favorite part was when he helped me to memorize the songs i had to sing. hihi. yun yun eh! ay tska yung fireworks part din pala! nakanang! ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the very next morning, i had to wake up early to finish my storyboard for my vidprod hw. then off i went to the tejads' to shoot jp. then we headed out back here to shoot his scene with mamay(my dad's tita) who put up quite a struggle. hehe. late in the afternoon, i went to hear mass with neighbor darren. then we ate and bonded. mga batang madaldal. baw! ay yung pamaypay ko remind me n naiwan ko sa kanya ha. orayt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... this week was... a struggle too for the most part but was okay in some aspects too. ayyy! i just have to share my sheer stupidity! it was wednesday morning and i was pretty much too busy with being pissed at my family for not letting me watch my dvds the other night. i knew i had my radipro(radio class) recording that day but i left my cd at home. it's not actually mine, but anyway, the point was, i really needed it and there was no other way but to get it. so after my first class, i hurriedly got on the first bus i saw and went home. arrrgh. it was frustrating. then i ate lunch quickly, got the cd(thank u jave and kuya eric, hehe) and rode another bus to school. for the THIRD freakin time that day! arrrrrghhhhhh. the view got really boring.... rawr. so when it was time to go home after my last class, i asked jave to come and pick me up. thank heavens. otherwise i might go crazy in having to take yet another bus ride again. hahahaha! riding the bus with ur labidabs surely beats riding it alone right??? thank u thank u. haha! =P &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ariane stop being so forgetful and messy!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tsk tsk tsk... memory gap is this you? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earlier today, janna and i met up with long lost friend martin dimalanta. we missed that big fellow. hihi.he was still the loud, funny and sloppy person that he always was. oh and since i mentioned sloppy, let  me prove it to you by saying that he accidentally spilled coke all over me. rawwrrrrr. is this my early solution to the summer heat? ngek! hahaha. then martin and i went to rfc for some more dvd hunting. hehe. let me just say that i missed the senseful talks we usually had before. awwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayan! nga pala, nakanood na ako ng dvds ko knina. yehey!... pinaayos n kc nila yung isang tv. harharhar. cge di ko na cla aawayin. hihi. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-6416499804666060046?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/6416499804666060046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=6416499804666060046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/6416499804666060046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/6416499804666060046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2007/03/mabilisang-kwento.html' title='mabilisang kwento'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-783573782797196925</id><published>2007-02-18T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T01:57:59.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>masayang hinde.</title><content type='html'>napaka-hectic ng aking biyernes, pero napakasaya! wala ngang pasok pero andami pa ring kailangan gawin. napadpad ako for the first time sa radio booth ng la salle para sa radipro practice. asteg. ang saya saya. nanghiram ng camera kay paulus at tumungo sa green idol para magcover. pero bago yun, hiram muna ng equipment ke mang ed na siya naman naming dinala muna (este pinasan) hanggang kina clrnce. pero bago yun! papirma muna ng gate pass. .. anyway. ang saya ng green idol (faculty variety show). kamangha-mangha ang talento ng mga guro sa dlsu! yeaah! may umawit, sumayaw, nagsplit, nag-voice acting, tumambling at lahat na! grabe. nakakatawa! jam-packed ang yuchengco nun. nkkatuwa. may miting nga din pala ng IUF noong 6pm. pero bago yun, dorm ulit ni clrnce para kunin mga librong dpat isoli. tapos libreng sandwich mula kay lars. at cake na gawa ng ube friends. amazing! ang galing nmn nila gumawa. nakakatouch. nawa'y wala talaga silang katas ng ipis n ginamit sa strawberry cake. thank god nga din pala at may nagparamdam sa sponsors. gora ang studio 23! yehey. anyway... balik sa kwento, tumungo din kami sa Amplified yung concert. masaya nmn siya. nakakatuwa ang sandwich. galeng! ang sugarfree as always, makulit! hehe. ang callalily nadiscover kong may mga cute pla. kahit na di ko a rin trip ang musika nila msyado. pero iba tlagaang gmg! nagbaon b naman ng telang hihigaan at uupuan sa gitna ng field! ayos! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was surrounded by a alot of my friends there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't alone that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kanina nga pala. nagawa n din namin sa wakas ang vidprod shoot namin for classical hollywood. casablanca, done our way. grabe nung una akala ko inindian nako nina sars. poor adi ane me. hehehe. chosko! binuno namin ang equipment sa bus! waw. iat nabot kmi ng 12 midnight sa shoot. grabeeeeee. pagod na ko. (pero bakit gcng pa ko?) ewan. ayoko lng matulog pa. hah! maraming slamat ke sars my partner at kay jenine her cutie actress. kay lolo adi na superhero ko! kay henrick bro na isang txt lng ay magical na dadating! tenchu u saved us. kay maple na sumuporta at naki-PA. kay darren na nangulit at tumulong din. thank u din ke ka unor at sam na nagpahiram pa ng amerikana! hehehe. pero lalo na kina tito andy at tita bebeth. akalain mo!!!!! hehehe. nakakahiya kc bukod sa dinisturb nmin ang peace and quiet nila, winindang pa namin ang bahay nila. AT pinakain pa nila kami. hehe. nakakahiya nmn po. pero maraming maraming salamat! goodluck nlng samin sa editing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that's all i want to talk about for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-783573782797196925?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/783573782797196925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=783573782797196925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/783573782797196925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/783573782797196925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2007/02/masayang-hinde.html' title='masayang hinde.'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-117092759267724278</id><published>2007-02-08T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T17:39:52.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forgetful fashion fuffy</title><content type='html'>hosted a talk today. it was about fashion. appropriate campus fashion that is. kate torralba was the speaker(2006 best fashion designer). i think she's cool. she's cute and perky, and not to forget, i think she has great style. parang gusto ko dekwatin yung suot nung isang model. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i did a little blunder. guess what! i forgot to introduce myself at the beginning of the show! wahehehehe.. tsong, stupidity, dude pare man bro! wasaaaaP! hehehe.. bumawi naman ako nung open forum na eh. buti na lang kate asked for my name or else i would have just mentioned it sa dulo ng show. chosko! im really getting forgetful guys! R E A L L Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, pag-uwi ko kagabi, antok na antok na ko. pero medyo nagising ako at one point dahil may ingay akong narinig. akala ko nung una, pusa lang. but no! nanghula ako pero sabi ko, no it can't be! hehehe... ayun! may bago kaming puppy!!! heehee.. ang cute! maliit siya at mataba at kulay mocha na medyo nasobrahan sa milk. hihi. at eto pa! babae siya! yeahboi! move over na muna ang gwapito dogs naming sina Wesley at Lei. may pretty girl tuta na in town! hihi.. sisiguraduhin kong ako ang magpapangalan sa kanya! any suggestions??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-117092759267724278?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/117092759267724278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=117092759267724278' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/117092759267724278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/117092759267724278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2007/02/forgetful-fashion-fuffy.html' title='forgetful fashion fuffy'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-117092684676387437</id><published>2007-02-08T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T17:27:26.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kulang ka siguro</title><content type='html'>Kumulo talaga ang dugo ko kahapon.&lt;br /&gt;Bwiset.&lt;br /&gt;Ang kapal ng mukha.&lt;br /&gt;Sino ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;Wala kang karapatan.&lt;br /&gt;Kung ang mga diyos-diyosan sa bahay hindi ko sinasanto, pano ka pa kaya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaibigan pa rin kita.&lt;br /&gt;Kailangan mo lang humingi ng paumanhin.&lt;br /&gt;Nasaktan ako oo.&lt;br /&gt;At marami-rami na rin ang hinanakit ko sa'yo.&lt;br /&gt;Dapat ka nang mauntog sa katotohanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko lang maglabas ng sama ng loob.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko gustong makipag-away.&lt;br /&gt;Kailangan mo lang maintindihan.&lt;br /&gt;Galit ako.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-117092684676387437?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/117092684676387437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=117092684676387437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/117092684676387437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/117092684676387437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2007/02/kulang-ka-siguro.html' title='kulang ka siguro'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-117062029793785262</id><published>2007-02-05T03:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T04:25:34.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>season's greetings</title><content type='html'>See the happy smiles among the people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear the children's laughter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taste the sweetness all around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smell the aroma of burning wood in the fireplace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the cold breeze as it greets you . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait! isn't it february already? i should be greeting you for a different holiday. okay fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY VALENTINES' !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahehe. anlamig kasi lately eh. don't get me wrong ha, i love it! people get to porma ika nga ni martin. ilabas ang mga jacket! hihi. ang sarap kasi ng feeling when you're all snug and warm amidst the cold eh. labo ba? anyway... i'm still pro-sunshine ah! malamig pero maganda ang sikat ng araw. PERFECT! mahangin-hangin pa. ayos talaga. =D and less pawis din ang mga tao, which means, people smell nicer. harhar. jowk lang po iyon. wala lang akong maisip. hehe. ingat ingat lang sa sipon, at rayuma attacks due to the cold. siguraduhing handa ang "winter" essentials niyo. (winter daw oh?haha) paki-check nga:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* kumot na masarap taguan habang natutulog&lt;br /&gt;* hot milo with milk, yumm&lt;br /&gt;* aircon at electric fan na naka-off&lt;br /&gt;* jacket, sweater at long sleeves&lt;br /&gt;* lotion to prevent dryness of the skin&lt;br /&gt;* at labidabs na kayakap sa lamig. ngak! =P (oki fayn, optional lang ito.hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nga pala, this yuletide, este valentines' season, medyo nagngangalit ang puso ko. bakit? naku! itanong niyo sa mga globe subscribers at siguradong pare-pareho kami ng sentimyento. grrrr. heto at cost-cutting na nga ako, tapos magtataas pa sila ng price sa unlimitxt? arrrrg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;madami pa sana akong ikukwento pero sige, to avoid over-mushiness, sakin na lang iyon. hehehe. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the weather friends. malapit na ang summer and i'm guessing it will strive for a grand comeback.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-117062029793785262?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/117062029793785262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=117062029793785262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/117062029793785262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/117062029793785262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2007/02/seasons-greetings.html' title='season&apos;s greetings'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-116994576405057400</id><published>2007-01-28T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T08:56:04.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take a quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does your man love you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some questions to ask yourself. Afterwhich, you can evaluate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Will he try to find you wherever you are after even a petty fight you had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Will he hold your hand and say he's sorry, with tears in his eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Will he conquer his biggest fears and humiliate himself in public just for you? (even for just a few seconds) note: Quiapo is a good option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Will he conquer his other fear of heights or the fear of falling by facing it again and again? note: the architecture of malls aren't all too good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will he patiently  wait for you in the mall for three hours while you go to the salon? note: no chick-hunting on the side.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Will he even treat you to goodies afterwards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Is he brave enough to face your house, neighbors and family a.k.a the fortress of doom?&lt;br /&gt;note: dandandandan. . . (sound effects yan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Does he trust you enough to tell you his most kept secrets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Is he trustworthy enough for you tell him yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Is he patient enough to wait for the perfect circumstance and does he trust God's plans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the answer to all these is YES, then you've hit the jackpot girl! Now go and show him that you love him too. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-116994576405057400?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/116994576405057400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=116994576405057400' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/116994576405057400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/116994576405057400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2007/01/take-quiz.html' title='take a quiz'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-116844314333839888</id><published>2007-01-10T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T23:32:23.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd day pa lng</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ang lamig. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bawal na agad huminga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hinahanap-hanap ang init...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nasaan ang araw?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nasaan ang liwanag?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-116844314333839888?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/116844314333839888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=116844314333839888' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/116844314333839888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/116844314333839888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2007/01/3rd-day-pa-lng.html' title='3rd day pa lng'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-116817979470952940</id><published>2007-01-07T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T22:26:55.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>notbuk at bolpen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Time's slipping away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    oh so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                The moments of bliss are now . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;g &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; n e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Balik eskuwela na kami bukas. Uggghhh. . . I'm soooo dreading it. Pero naisip ko, it's inevitable naman eh. Kaya better make the best of it na lang diba? Naisip kong pagbutihin na lang ang studies. Kunwari, excited ako para sa mga classes ko. Tulad nung first year pa lang ako... I was excited to learn back then. Very excited. Kaya dapat lang na tularan ko ang spirit at enthusiasm ko no'n para maging maunlad akong muli! Yeahboi! hahahahaha.... Goodluck naman talaga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nga pala, nanuod kami ni mama ng pyro olympics kahapon. Grabe! Pasalamat si batman at nagpapakabait na ko ngayon. Pinigilan kong sumabog sa inis. Hindi ko na lang ikukwento. Arrrrgh... But let me just say that the experience was ten miles away from the ideal one. Or maybe let's make it twenty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Galing akong SM kanina para bumili ng school stuff. Bagong notebooks at ballpens. Masusi kong pinagpilian ang mga choices ko. Matinding pagninilay-nilay ang aking pinagdaanan upang makapili ng mga tamang sandata para sa digmaan. Halos isang oras ako sa pagpilil lang ng tamang notebook. Bakit? Ganito kasi yan... Magandang kaledad ng papel, tamang sukat, kaaya-ayang disenyo ng pabalat at makatotohanang presyo, ito ang mga pamantayan para sa isang magandang susulatan a.k.a notebuk. May nagwagi mga kaibigan. Kulay &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;asul &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;po ito. wahehe. . . dahil sa kulay nito, tiyak na hindi ko ito pagsasawaang titigan. ;P (f.y.i, paborito ko pong kulay ang&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) Yung isa pang notebuk na binili ko, kulay &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rosas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; naman. Medyo may kabaklaan ako sa pagpili ng maliit na kwadernong ito. Napaka-girly niya kasi at may babae pa sa pabalat. hahaha. Ito ang magiging aking noteuk number &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;. Bumili din pala ako ng diskette na kulay &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;berde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Wala lang.hehe. Dalawa din ang ballpen na binili ko. Para kapag nawala ang isa (which is very likely) mayroon nang substitute sandata agad. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Red&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yellow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; po ang kulay nila. (pero ang tinta ay &lt;strong&gt;itim&lt;/strong&gt;) Mga kulay ng apoy. Bwahahahaha. Laban na kung laban mga kapatid!!! Nagkita nga din pala kami ni Jave kanina, siya naman ay may suot ng t-shirt na &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Trip ko lang ikwento yung kulay. hehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                             Guys this is it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                                                            Brace yourselves Comm Arts people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;            The ride has just begun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Waaaaaaaaaaaaa! . . . . . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-116817979470952940?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/116817979470952940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=116817979470952940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/116817979470952940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/116817979470952940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2007/01/notbuk-at-bolpen.html' title='notbuk at bolpen'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-116784379374923374</id><published>2007-01-03T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T01:03:13.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd of january</title><content type='html'>iv tried a gazillion time to update, but putting up with our pc's turtle pace is almost impossible. so instead of all the poetic, relevant or artistic stuff i wanted to put here, ul just have to settle for this. my "minadali-kasi-bad-trip-ako version"... arrrgh. i wouldn't even bother with proper capitalization, grammar and spelling. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so christmas season came and went. so did the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has now been replaced by my dread for the coming new term. i can already smell my new subjects around the corner. and together with them, a new bunch of professors too. i can't tell you enuf how scared i am. there's statistics which is equivalent to math galore! although i do remember enjoying my algebra class a few terms ago, i can never be sure about this one. there's also vidprod which is like the grandaddie of my fotocam class. this time, the pictures move! haha. please don't get me started on my fear about the profs. huhu... introduction to research will obviously take up a lot of my time too. oh my... now that i'm thinking about it, the more scared i am. usually im a brave soul, but at times like these, i think it's acceptable to be afraid. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teka teka teka... i still have a few more days left with my break so let's reminisce the good parts okay? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* diner dash has been an addiction for me. the same goes for feeding frenzy and a little bit of text twist. thanks to jave, his pc and magical mp3 player. these games really made my days colorful. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* nakatapos ako ng one season ng how i met your mother. bitin! super laugh trip ito. i tried looking pero parang wala pa atang season2. huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* which brings me to one tree hill! nasa season2 na ako. haha! even my brothers are watching it with me. san ka pa?! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* jave also let me borrow a dvd collection of animated movies. cars, the wild, over the hedge, monster house and a lot more! wow! super duper fun! i want to become a kid again. i love cartoons! or in this case, 3d animation. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* obviously, our dvd player was really worked up. haha. it's all thanks to my quiapo trips for fotocam which started it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i finally got around to finishing memoirs of a geisha. sorry ate kizia. pramis matatapos ko din ito bago mag 2008! hahaha. malapit na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* played billiards with tracy, mark lugtu and jimsean. then we went to jp's party which started out pretty nicely. just don't ask how it ended 4 me. hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* got a ton of new clothes from 2 of my older cousins. mostly business suits and jackets. but i really love clothes so, even though i wouldn't be able to wear all of them, i took them home anyway. some were just hand-me-downs, but considering they were worn only a few times, and they were FREE, why hesitate right? i'm a girl. c'mon! ~namroblema nga lang ako on where to put all of them. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* due to the new heap of clothes. i HAD to reorganize my very unorganized closet. now, they're even sorted out by color! haha. expect them to be disorderly again within a few weeks. hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* food! of course, the season of cheer brings a season of food too. now this isn't really a good thing for most people since bellies are now much larger than before but let's consider the fact that we at least had food on our table as a good thing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* the weather a couple of days back was perfect. sunny yet, windy and a bit cold too. perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* had dinner with jave and his family on christmas day(not eve). im happy i was able to spend it with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* nakapagpaputok ako ng fireworks sa kalye. parang mga bata lang kami. pero safe yun. complete with magical katol at the end of a long pole. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* foodtrip at dvd marathon kina keren kahapon with our friends. haha. dami fud! yumm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* found a vidcam i can use for next term. yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* had time to play my guitar again. yahoo. guitari was happy too. i missed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*outran my father to keep safe. nyahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* napagkamalan akong multo kanina. hahahaha... laughtrip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* today is january 3! happy 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and many more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there. 2006 had a lot of bummer situations. but it was all good in the end. im keeping myself hopeful for 2007 okay? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~sidetrip sa kasiyahan. medyo napadami ang mga wrong timing ngayong araw na ito. badtrip. wish i cud see u tomorrow though. :) happy 3 is happy 3 even if it's already 4! hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-116784379374923374?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/116784379374923374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=116784379374923374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/116784379374923374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/116784379374923374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2007/01/3rd-of-january_03.html' title='3rd of january'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-116699097891416959</id><published>2006-12-25T03:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T04:18:22.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meri meri meri!!!</title><content type='html'>Aba'y akalain mo nga naman, &lt;strong&gt;PASKO NA PALA&lt;/strong&gt;! Oo, pasko na. As in, ito na talaga yung araw na pinakahihintay natin buong taon. Akalain mo nga naman oo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hala sige, babati muna ako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maligayang Pasko sa lahat!&lt;/span&gt; (naks, parang politiko lang a!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuwing Pasko, madaming mga bagay ang pumapasok sa isip ko. Tulad ng kung bakit kapag pasko lang nagkakaroon ng lisensiya ang mga bata na maglaboy kapag gabi at mamasko sa abot ng kanilang mga matitining na boses. Pero 'wag ka, minsan, malalalim na ang boses nila - palatandaan na sila ay hindi na mga paslit. Oo, minsan, matatanda din ang nagka-carolling. At iba iba ang estilo. Minsan, dalawa lang sila. Minsan tatlo. Minsan naman, isang batalyon. Yung iba may dalang gitara. Yung iba, kahit na ano lang, basta kumakalansing. Yung iba naman, vocal prowess lang talaga ang sandata. Di bale nang hindi abot ang nota. Di bale nang mag-imbento ng sariling tono at lyrics. Hehe. Basta ang importante, sana ay maabutan ng kaunting halaga. Kung tutuusin, magandang raket ito. Ako man ay ginawa ito kasama ang aking mga kaibigan dati. Naku, matanda na ba ako? ... Nga pala, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Boom tarat tarat"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; na ang uso ngayon sa carolling. Laos na ata yung &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ang Pasko ay sumapit..." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lecheng Willie Revillame talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naiisip ko din na bakit tuwing pasko lang nauuso ang bigayan ng regalo. Napipilitan ang mga tao na iwanan ang kakuriputan sa loob ng mga aparador nila, para makapagbigay ng mga regalo. Pero huwag niyo itong mamasamain ha! Gustung-gusto ko ang mga regalo. (Kaya ipadala na, hindi pa huli ang lahat! hehe) Naku, isa pang isyu yang mga ninong at ninang na iyan. Bakit ba minsan sa isang taon lang sila nagpaparamdam at nagpapaambon ng grasya? At bakit hindi nagpaparamdam ang ilang ninong ko? At bakit sila nasa ibang lupalop kung saan hindi ko sila mahahagilap? Hahaha. Alam ba nilang malaki-laki na ang utang nila sa 'kin? Tsk tsk.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanina sa simbahan, napaisip din ako. Bakit kapag Christmas Eve Mass dumadami ang taong nagsisimba? Para bang biglang dumadami ang populasyon ng subdivision namin tuwing mga ganitong okasyon.(pati kapag New Year's Eve Mass, dalawa lng yan) Nasa'n ang mga taong ito kapag regular na Linggo? Ano kaya ang sumasapi sa kanila at naiisip nilang magsimba bigla? Aba, pati tatay ko nagsimba kanina. Amazing noh? Palakpakan naman diyan! *clap clap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usapang costume naman tayo. Kanina sa simbahan, iba iba din ang gayak ng mga tao. Siyempre karamihan sa mga tao, bago ang mga damit. Pasko eh. May mga batang naka-gown pa at mistulang aattend ng debut. hehe. May mga nakapambahay lang. Ang iba nagkulot pa ng buhok para lang sa gabing iyon. May bilang ng mga batang lalaki na puro naka-pink na shirt. Kasali ang kapatid ko dito. haha. Uso na ba talaga sa mga lalaki ang pink? Pero habang naglalakad pauwi, may nakita din akong kakaiba. Ang matalik na kaibigan ng Kuya ko kasama ng kapatid niya, ay nakapula at may headband na may pulang sungay. Waw! Lakas trip din eh noh. Dalawang demonyong nakatambay sa tabi ng bahay nila (with loud backround music), sa bisperas(disperas, ako'y nalilito) ng pasko. Ang nanay ko naman, todo naka-business attire pa. Si Papa naman, parang Valentine's Day lang. Striking red ang t-shirt niya. Naku, anu ba toh, nang-ookray na ba ako? Hehe. Napapansin ko lang naman eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay, kapag pasko din, hindi maiiwasang magsitabaan ang mga tao. Puro pagkain ba naman ang kaharap mo kahit saan ka lumingon, pano ka nga naman makakaiwas. Control ang dapat matutunan natin mga kapatid sa pananampalataya. May isa akong kaklase na nagtext sakin ng 'walang diet diet'... Napareply nlng ako ng 'ta*na'... hehe. Cake, salad, softdrinks, fried chicken, lechon, embotido, ham ... lahat na. Pumikit ka na lang para ligtas ka. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto pa pala, chosko! Napakaraming nagtetext at bumabati ng Merry Christmas. Sa kabatuhan nga ay pumili ako ng aawardan ko bilang &lt;strong&gt;most unique greeting&lt;/strong&gt;. Ang nagwagi ay si Ginoong Eric Siy ng GMG! (palakpakan ulit!) *clap clap* hahaha. Panalo! May &lt;em&gt;Taco Bell&lt;/em&gt; pang nadawit sa mensahe niya. Siguro tiba-tiba ang mga network ngayon dahil sa laki ng demand para sa services nila. Ay naisip ko nga din pala, bakit mas mahilig tayong magpadala ng mga pabati na ito tuwing Dec.24? PArang mas madami kesa sa Dec.25. Hehe. Mas exciting ata kasi kapag 24. Ewan. Minsan nga naiisip kong mas masaya ang 24 kaysa sa 25. Ano sa tingin niyo? Sige para kayo naman ang mag-isip puro na lang ako eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero alam niyo ba, kahit andaming bumabati, medyo nalungkot pa rin ako. Yung inaasahan ko kasing pinakamasayang bati sa lahat, eh medyo... ah eh. Hindi tulad ng inaasahan ko. Baka naman masyado lang ako mag-expect, pero wala naman tayong masisisi. Naiintindihan ko naman. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teka, madami pa akong nais ibahagi sa inyo dahil sangkatutak pa ng mga naiisip ko, pero mahirap nang labanan ang antok. Oo, ika-25 na ng Disyembre taong 2006. Yehey.. Ang oras ngayon? Ah eh.. Medyo late na. Hehehe. Ah basta, sige. Next time na lang ulit. Inaantok na talaga ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maligayang Pasko ulit! Pakabait na tayong lahat. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Zzz z z z ... . . . . . &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x_x&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-116699097891416959?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/116699097891416959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=116699097891416959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/116699097891416959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/116699097891416959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2006/12/meri-meri-meri.html' title='Meri meri meri!!!'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-116532931062294919</id><published>2006-12-05T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T22:35:10.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;or the longest time, the past kept on haunting me. It kept on creeping up whenever there was silence within me. Like a ghost it made its presence known and scared the wits out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I learned to let go. I learned to live. I learned to laugh and smile again. I learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even found temporary sources of light here and there, but they were nothing. Merely dead stars, trying to fool my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Time passed. . .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our paths never separated all throughout, because the friendship was &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt;. And lately, somehow, the spark was rekindled. What's the best thing is that, we both learned. We both now knew more than before. We both grew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while, things were better left unsaid. Theories were better left unthought of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uncertainty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Timing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Everything is of the essence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the mind cannot stop what the heart truly feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back where I belong. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooops. Sorry, my bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;WE&lt;/span&gt; are back where we belong. We're home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the most natural thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it feels so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. For being my angel through the dark. For being my protector. For being my best friend. Thank you for catching me. Thank you for teaching me. Thank you for holding my hand when I was scared. Thank you for hugging me when I was cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try not to cry just as you said, but even if I do, I know you're there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before, I was so damn scared to broadcast it. But now, I don't see any reason why I shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I love you Jave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy 3!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-116532931062294919?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/116532931062294919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=116532931062294919' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/116532931062294919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/116532931062294919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2006/12/blessed.html' title='Blessed.'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-116502089881804567</id><published>2006-12-02T08:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T09:04:20.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reming weekend</title><content type='html'>due to typhoon Reming, classes were called off last thursday. AYOS! yeay. say hello to a four-day weekend! but don't forget that there's a ton of things to do or finals. but before those, i think God gave us this short span of time to breathe a little and relax even for just a while. hehe.. luckily enough, the the storm was barely felt here in Manila. yeah the skies did become dark and cloudy, but we only had as little as a drizzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday night, i went to angela's debut at Cecille's. jave and his parents picked me up at my house then we went there. ang kulit nung debut! nung una, super solemn ng ceremony. it made me realize just how religious angela and her family is. then afterwards, labo2x na! para lang kaming naglaro sa classroom! may charades, may fudtrip challenge etc.. parang nagpaparamdam lang sina Ma'am Ruth, Ma'am Lilia and all the other teachers namin sa DLA. wahahaha... bad trip lang nung uwian na kasi umulan!! arrrrgh. hmp. pero oh well. haha. had fun nmn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday. ang kulit! nanuod kami ni jve ng dvd tapos may bago siyang toy! at last. bad trip lang kasi ako dapat magbibigay nun sa knya eh.so much for my christmas gift.hehe. the toy? ayun! maliit na basketball ring at bola! haha.. mas magaling siya sa shooting pero sa one on one, nanalo ako! hahaha.. 8 to 2? omg. =P sabi ko na nga ba, lalaki ako eh. laughtrip yun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and by the way, the sun's shining na ulit! yehey! i love it when it's bright and sunny! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-116502089881804567?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/116502089881804567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=116502089881804567' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/116502089881804567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/116502089881804567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2006/12/reming-weekend.html' title='reming weekend'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-116458960749611267</id><published>2006-11-27T08:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T09:06:47.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dance pose watch smile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saturday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call time was supposed to be 6 in the morning, and guess what time i arrived? 8:30!!! wahehe. it was for the 20th Dacelebration event. it was a dance contest among different schools, both for high school and college. it was a very tiring day indeed! i had to do all sorts of things like run here and there, cut up some things, paste some things, push alone a 10 feet(im just guessing) tall machine with a person on top of it(ito kc ung genie ng tya), play traffic enforcer and peace officer to excited and nervous contestants, take some photos, and some other stuff. oh and i was happy to be able to officially use the headset even for just a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the contest was very fun to watch. all the contestants were very interesting. their props, styles and gimmicks were simply amazing. up diliman won int street category and i thought they really were the best because of their fantastic props, gimmick and all other &lt;em&gt;etchos&lt;/em&gt; they put into their act. their theme was 'movies'. for the jazz category, i think it was the ateneo cads who won. oh, and to think that ate jemie and i almost wrecked their props! i accidentally stepped on one of their bamboo sticks for their tinikling stint, and i did hear it crack. i wan't even finished saying sorry yet, when ate jemie stepped on it too! hahaha.. laughtrip! but we fixed it anyway with some scotch tape! thank goodness it worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sunday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally started on my photo essay! yeay! early in the morning, i met up with maple, jp, and adi at the philam village park. isaac and charles were also there for a bit. we weren't even halfway done yet when a guard passed by and told us to stop because it was not allowed daw. apparently, some nosy villager reported us to the guards and told them that we should stop. what the heck! as if we were doing anything wrong? we had to have the permission of the clubhouse daw first, eh it was closed naman. and then we started with this sort of battle. on one side, it was the helpless security guard, and on the other, it was me, maple, adi and jp, who by the way are some of the best speakers DLA has ever seen! nyahahaha. joke! mga wannabe-lawyers ito noh! gagawa na nga kami ng law firm namin sa future! hahaha... kawawang manong guard. pero magalang pa rin naman kami eh. ah basta. mga batang ayaw paawat! so it ended with us going to the main securioty office and calling up the village president(i think) and ask for his permission. thank heavens for jp who was a homeowner there. haha. our next location was somewhere near jp's place. grabe! we were cooked to a crisp under the heat of the scorching sun! ask my actors and they'll tell you how excruciating it was to act and get your tongue all diried out because of the heat! hehehe.. i luv u guys! ur the best! but it was such a laugh trip! the scenes shot were very funny and not to mention their costumes! hihihi.. there was even a kissing scene involved, but so as to protect their dignities, i will not spill! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's hope and pray that Ms.Umali will choose ten photos already so i won't have to reshoot! waaaaaaaaah. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy feet!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late in the afternoon, well almost in the evening, i met up with jave. we watched happy feet!!! yehey! i was so excited to watch this film. it was uber cute in many parts. but i can't help but feel that some parts were too scary. i mean, if i was a little kid, i would be very scared to watch some of the scenes. we also thought that it was an eye-opener/environmentalist movie/let's open the youth's eyes type of movie all boxed up in a very colorful and enticing box. weird. pero i enjoyed it a lot ha! don't get me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh and...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hold my hand and i won't let go. even in your darkest moments, i will not let go. don't be afraid to be alone coz i'm here. always was, always will be. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-116458960749611267?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/116458960749611267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=116458960749611267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/116458960749611267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/116458960749611267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2006/11/dance-pose-watch-smile.html' title='dance pose watch smile!'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-116458819698645745</id><published>2006-11-27T08:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T08:43:17.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saturday:&lt;br /&gt;call time was supposed to be 6 in the morning, and guess what time i arrived? 8:30!!! wahehe. it was for the 20th Dacelebration event. it was a dance contest among different schools, both for high school and college. it was a very tiring day indeed! i had to do all sorts of things like run here and there, cut up some things, paste some things, push alone a 10 feet(im just guessing) tall machine with a person on top of it(ito kc ung genie ng tya), play traffic enforcer and peace officer to excited and nervous contestants, take some photos, and some other stuff. oh and i was happy to be able to officially use the headset even for just a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the contest was very fun to watch. all the contestants were very interesting. their props, styles and gimmicks were simply amazing. up diliman won int street category and i thought they really were the best because of their fantastic props, gimmick and all other echos they put into their act. their theme was 'movies'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-116458819698645745?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/116458819698645745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=116458819698645745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/116458819698645745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/116458819698645745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2006/11/saturday-call-time-was-supposed-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-116412894207550071</id><published>2006-11-21T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T01:09:02.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lamok lamok!</title><content type='html'>things to remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ang ganda ng uste! ang sarap magpicture doon lalo na pag gabi! maraming maraming salamat kay jave sa pagsama sa aking night photography travels. wala akong masabi! ang saya sa uste, maluwang! hindi katulad sa dlsu na masikip ang mundo! hehehe. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* andun na naman yung tindahan of sweets, delicacies etc sa may skul. ang sarap sarap ng mga tinda nila! yema, crinkles, lengua de gato, banana chips, fish crackers, shing-a-ling, polvoron, lahat na!!!! yummiyumyum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* nga pala, iaadvertise ko yung breaded isaw dun sa may estrada! for 5php bawat tuhog, masarap na, mura pa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* nakapag-enrollment na kami para sa next term. chosko! mas mahirap na buhay ba iyon? sana hindi naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* nairaos ang debut ni danika, nagawa ko ang script at nakarating ako ng on time pa rin naman kahit na nagka-sira sira na naman ang plano dahil naiwan ko ang susi ko sa bahay. napa-impromptu duet nga pala kami ni dexsad ng crazy4u. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* dapat ko nang tapusin ang pagbabasa ng &lt;em&gt;Like Water for Chocolate&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* try not to think too much about fotocam lest you end up crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* weirdly, ngayon na lang ako ulit nakapagpuyat in a long time. i ususally end up sleeping early and doing things in the morning na eh. naku... haha. that explains my ym absences in the evenings.  =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* may dvd na ko ng &lt;em&gt;High School Musical&lt;/em&gt; at &lt;em&gt;John Tucker Must Die&lt;/em&gt;! bwahahahaha... tska nagpapakabangag sa&lt;em&gt; Spongebob&lt;/em&gt; na pinahiram ni dexsad. Pati pala yung romantic ekek movies marathon ko di pa tapos. naku. tska yung isa pang dvd ni jave. nyay! buti pa yung &lt;em&gt;Finding Nemo&lt;/em&gt; napanuod ko na! hahahaha... so many dvds so little time! crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ang ganda ng weather! maaraw na hindi todo mainit. mahangin pa nga pag hapon eh. tapos pag gabi, medyo malamig na! asteeeg.... nakikita ko na din ulit ang constellation ko sa sky! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*andaming lamok sa paligid! raaaarrrrr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-116412894207550071?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/116412894207550071/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-116369446824161326</id><published>2006-11-16T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T00:32:22.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wretched wednesday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was one big roller coaster ride of emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umaga. isang matinding away ang naganap. may mga sugat na makikita. pero ang dapat na katakutan at pagtuunan ng pansin ay yaong mga hindi nakikita ng mata- yoong mga sumusugat at nag-iiwan ng marka sa puso at isipan.mga luha ay pumapatak di dahil sa lungkot kundi dahil sa galit at poot. galit at poot. salamat at lalo akong tumatapang dahil dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bago magtanghali. dalawang mayayabang na kalalakiha nang muntik nang umubos sa aking pasensiya. pinigilan ang sarili at sinubukan ang kabaitan. sampal marahil ang aabutin nila sa akin kung sila ay nagtagal pa. pasalamat sila may natutunan ako mula sa kanila. darkrum. darukrum. darkrum. salamat sa kaunting kaalaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanghalian. isang kaibigan ang nagparamdam. matagal nang hindi nakikita at nakakasama. isang sulyap sa nakaraan. sabay talikod. sabay tawa. salamat sa tanghalian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hapon. paglalakbay patungo sa malayong lugar. tinungo ang isang dayuhang palabas para madagdagan ang kaalaman. siguro para na rin tumakas sa mundo. nakakapagpalaya ang paglalakbay. salamat sa pagkamulat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabi. mahiwagang musika ang pumalibot sa paligid. inamo ang nagngangalit na kaluluwa. napakaganda. pasko na. salamat. salamat. salamat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabi. natapos ang pelikula at nagtulak na pauwi. sa daan ay nagpumilit tumulo ang mga nagtago at kunalimutang mga luha. salamat na lamang sa pagkontrol ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabi. isang lugar lang ang alam kong maaari kong takbuhan. sa kanya. siya. ligtas sa kanyang mga yakap. ligtas sa kanyang tabi. tahimik. mapayapa. mga luha'y pumatak ngunit nandiyan ka naman. salamat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nakakapagod.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-116369446824161326?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/116369446824161326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=116369446824161326' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/116369446824161326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/116369446824161326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2006/11/wretched-wednesday.html' title='wretched wednesday'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-116311090642464390</id><published>2006-11-10T05:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T06:21:46.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy, tired and addicted</title><content type='html'>Kapag may Comm Arts student na nagsabi sayong busy siya, maniwala ka sa kanya. Maniwala ka samin. Maniwala ka sakin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumitingin ako sa paligid ko ngayon at nakikita kong mas madami na ang wrinkles ng mga tao. mas maiitim ang eyebags, mas maraming nakabusangot. Nang minsang nasa Photo Lab, napatingin na lang ako sa bawat lumalabas sa dark room. Hindi pa ata ako nakakakita nang may lumabas dun at ngumiti pagtingin sa mga litratong nagawa nila. Madalas ay nakakunot ang noo at magkasalubong ang mga kilay, habang masusing tinititigan ang larawang pinaghirapang kuhanan, tiyagain sa enlarger at ilubog sa mga kemikal. Huwag nating kalimutan na ang mismong paghahanap sa film na ginamit ay hindi rin madali. Haaaay. . . Medyo maswerte pa nga ako at hindi ko nakuha ngayon ang ilan sa mga kilabot na prof ng departamento. Pero kahit na, isali mo pa rin ako sa listahan ng mga "over-stressed na Comm Arts students". Haaaay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patunay sa malungkot na buhay? Eto.&lt;br /&gt;Kung tutuusin wala naman talaga akong pasok tuwing Miyerkules, pero ni minsan ay hindi pa ako pumlya sa pagpunta ng eskuwelahan. Madalas may meeting, kelangan magtrabaho sa darkrum o di kaya ay pumunta sa library para magresearch at kung anu ano pa. Kailan kaya dadating ang isang Miyerkules na nasa bahay lang ako o di kaya ay namamasyal? Haha. Tatawa na lang ako. Nitong nakaraang Miyerkules lamang ay ganon na naman. Nag-student assistant ako sa umaga, nag-darkrum sa hapon mag-isa(nakakatakot! amp) at nag-library pagkatapos(mag-isa din oo). Siyet. Napaka-nerd naman nun! Tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . huminga muna tayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(inhale. . . .)&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;(exhale...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;game! Kaya wag na kayo magtaka kung minsan hindi ako kumikibo masyado tapos mamayang onti naman ay parang naka-droga na ko sa kakulitan. Ganon lang talaga. Pag tahimik ako, nag-iisip yun. Tapos pag nang-ingay na, ibig sabihin, sumuko na dun sa iniisip. Bwahahahahahahah! Tulad na lamang nung sa Litera game, ultimo prof namin di ko pinatawad sa kakulitan at kakengkoyan. Sa sobrang ka-hyperan ko, baluktot na ang inggles ko at dinaan ko na lang sa charades at sound effects yung iba sa mga sinasabi ko. Nyahahahaha.... Ang saya saya. -88 na nga ang score namin, pero todo tawanan pa rin kami ng masaya kong grupo. Hihi. Magaling! Panalo naman talaga kami kung absolute value ang titingnan diba? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lumalamig na nga rin pala ang simoy ng hangin. Nagbabadya na ang Kapaskuhan. Ito pa naman nag pinakapaborito kong panahon. Ehem..(send ur gifts..) Ehemm... hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana magkabit na ang lahat ng tao ng Christmas lights para naman sumaya ako kapag gabi na ako umuuwi. Masarap tumingin sa mga ilaw kapag gabi eh. Nakakapagpasaya sa pagod at malungkot na batang tulad ko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay hindi pala ako malungkot! Hehe. Masaya ako. Ika nga ng paborito kong kaibigan, "we're not just fine, we're great!..."   awww. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan nakangiti na ako. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-116311090642464390?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/116311090642464390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=116311090642464390' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/116311090642464390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/116311090642464390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-tired-and-addicted.html' title='happy, tired and addicted'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-116310956451417552</id><published>2006-11-10T05:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T05:59:24.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kapag may Comm Arts student na nagsabi sayong busy siya, maniwala ka sa kanya. Maniwala ka samin. Maniwala ka sakin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumitingin ako sa paligid ko ngayon at nakikita kong mas madami na ang wrinkles ng mga tao. mas maiitim ang eyebags, mas maraming nakabusangot. Nang minsang nasa Photo Lab, napatingin na lang ako sa bawat lumalabas sa dark room. Hindi pa ata ako nakakakita nang may lumabas dun at ngumiti pagtingin sa mga litratong nagawa nila. Madalas ay nakakunot ang noo at magkasalubong ang mga kilay, habang masusing tinititigan ang larawang pinaghirapang kuhanan, tiyagain sa enlarger at ilubog sa mga kemikal. Huwag nating kalimutan na ang mismong paghahanap sa film na ginamit ay hindi rin madali. Haaaay. . . Medyo maswerte pa nga ako at hindi ko nakuha ngayon ang ilan sa mga kilabot na prof ng departamento. Pero kahit na, isali mo pa rin ako sa listahan ng mga "over-stressed na Comm Arts students". Haaaay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patunay sa malungkot na buhay? Eto.&lt;br /&gt;Kung tutuusin wala naman talaga akong pasok tuwing Miyerkules, pero ni minsan ay hindi pa ako pumlya sa pagpunta ng eskuwelahan. Madalas may meeting, kelangan magtrabaho sa darkrum o di kaya ay pumunta sa library para magresearch at kung anu ano pa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-116310956451417552?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/116310956451417552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=116310956451417552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/116310956451417552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/116310956451417552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2006/11/kapag-may-comm-arts-student-na-nagsabi.html' title=''/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-116259625941118405</id><published>2006-11-04T07:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T07:24:19.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KISS (keep it short and sweet)</title><content type='html'>I've wanted to make a new post for so long. But the last time I tried, my pc just went mad. Grrr. Damn viruses. If anybody out there wants to lend me a good antivirus software, just give me a shoutout okay? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I find myself sleeping quite earlier than usual. Well, I guess it's kindof a good thing since I've also been waking up earlier than usual too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooopsss. I guess we'll have to end here for the meantime. A friend already texted to wake me up. It's time to go to Quiapo. Sheeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-116259625941118405?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/116259625941118405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=116259625941118405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/116259625941118405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/116259625941118405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2006/11/kiss-keep-it-short-and-sweet.html' title='KISS (keep it short and sweet)'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-116165769415479344</id><published>2006-10-24T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T10:41:34.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you sunshine!</title><content type='html'>Nawalan ako ng oras, gana at interes na magblog nitong huli. Pero sige, eto na. hehe. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madaming nangyayari sa paligid at kasabay nito ang mabilis ring ikot ng mundo. Paano naman ako makakasabay? Pilitin ko mang tumakbo at humabol ay tila hindi  nababawasan ang malaking pagitan mula sa akin at sa realidad ng kasalukuyan. May mga dapat asikasuhin, mga dapat harapin, mga dapat unahin, mga dapat pahalagahan, mga dapat pag-isipan, mga dapat damhin. . . Sino ba naman ako para harapin ang lahat ng ito nang sabay-sabay? Hindi ako ganoon kagaling, kalakas, katapang. . . Kaya kung minsan ay mas ninanais ko na lamang na tumahimik at magtago mula sa magulong mundo. Dito sa aking kanlungan, ako'y ligtas. Dito ako'y hindi masasaktan. Dito mayroon akong ilaw ng pag-asa. Dito, dito... oo dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madami akong nais ipahayag at sabihin sa mundo ngunit hindi maaari. &lt;strong&gt;Ayoko. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahayaan ko kayong manghula. Malas mo nga lang kung magkamali ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Masaya ako ngayon&lt;/strong&gt;. Unang-una sa lahat dahil walang pasok! Yehey. Mabuhay ang mga kapatid nating Muslim at ang kanilang selebrasyon! Masaya ako dahil maganda ang sikat ng araw nitong mga nakaraang araw. Mapapansin ding medyo lumalamig na ang simoy ng hangin, isang pagbabadya sa nalalapit sa kapaskuhan. Masaya ako na sa kabila ng magulo at makulit kong buhay ay mayroon pa ring mga taong nandyan sa aking tabi. Masaya ako at nakahanap ako ng Colpan na film noong nag-adventure ako ulit sa Quiapo noong Sabado. Masaya ako at nagkita kami doon ni Clarence nang hindi pinag-usapan. Masaya ako dahil nakita ko si Lito Atienza sa TV. Bakit? Nasa Hidalgo kasi siya noon, eh doon ako papunta. Galing. Masaya ako dahil madami akong natutunan tungkol sa pagme-make-up care of Irish (da master) Yao. Masaya ako at kulot ang hair ko noong Biyernes, care of Red ng Innersoul and his magical hair plantsa. Masaya ako dahil lakas fudtrippin kami ni Jave. Goodluck na nga lang sa kanya dahil ang dami niya palang allergy sa pagkain. Hehehe... Masaya ako dahil nilibre ako ni Niko kahapon ng higanteng ice cream. Strawberry at Rocky Road sa wafer cone! Yummmm yumm. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masaya ako at ang ganda ng sikat ng araw! It really makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wala naman akong pakielam na. Wala talaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oo masaya ako, kaya pwede ba, walang magulo! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Salamat. Bow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-116165769415479344?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/116165769415479344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=116165769415479344' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/116165769415479344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/116165769415479344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-love-you-sunshine.html' title='i love you sunshine!'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-116101350942834240</id><published>2006-10-16T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T23:45:09.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not only in the movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;hat are you expecting me to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;say about all this&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-116101350942834240?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/116101350942834240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=116101350942834240' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/116101350942834240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/116101350942834240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2006/10/not-only-in-movies.html' title='not only in the movies'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-116066617926832507</id><published>2006-10-12T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:22:21.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>f o t o c a m</title><content type='html'>There are times when everything that could go wrong, goes wrong. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when the things you worked so hard for, suddenly goes down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when your film doesn't reel correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when you have underexposed shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when you have to reshoot and try hard not to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when you have to go to Quiapo because all the film ran out everywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when your favorite pair of sunglasses gets broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when your feet just hurt pretty badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when you get a bad cold all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit diba? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero it's okie.. because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, someone accompanies you to school and makes sure that you're all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, your friends pop out of nowhere to help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you don't get lost in Quiapo even if it's your first time there alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you can finish in one afternoon what took you weeks to do before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, others can help you reel your film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, the sun shines the whole damn day and it only rains after you're done with picture-taking. (thank u Lord!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you are able to meet the deadline after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, God makes sure that you are surrounded by people that will help you through your struggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you just have to look at the bright side and see that there really is a bright side after all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-116066617926832507?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/116066617926832507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=116066617926832507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/116066617926832507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/116066617926832507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2006/10/f-o-t-o-c-m.html' title='f o t o c a m'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-116010639882458028</id><published>2006-10-06T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T11:51:47.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bagyo at red horse</title><content type='html'>i had the freakiest dream last night! my father was trying to kill me daw! shet! ang saya naman diba? naku naku. and take note, gaganti daw ako at baka unahan ko pa siya. wahahahha. what a pretty f*cked up dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i haven't been blogging in a while, but because of many reasons.&lt;br /&gt;a.) bumagyo at nagkabrownout ergo, no internet for me&lt;br /&gt;b.) sobrang tumatalab na ang mga virus ng pc namin at ayaw ng gumana ng mouse. huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;c.) andami kong ginagawaaaaaaaaa. . . . .as in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got it? good. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagod ka na ba? problemado o di kaya ay simple stressed out?&lt;br /&gt;may bago na kong solusyon diyan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano? . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano? . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano pa, edi isang bote ng red horse!&lt;br /&gt;joke lang po! wahahahahahahah. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random:&lt;br /&gt;* i hate milenyo! di ako nakapunta sa debut ni jackie.. #!*^$@&lt;br /&gt;* pag nakita ko ulit yung lalaking yun, susunugin ko siya. mukha ba kong pick up girl? anak ng! . . . sheet. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;* salamat sa lahat ng tumulong sakin na matapos ang first FOTOCAM exercise ko. lalung lalo na kay jave na nagmistulang PA ko pa. hehehe. tenchu so mats! (sali n tyo sa fun run or alay lakad next tym haha)&lt;br /&gt;* maple, buti naman at buhay ka pa. umiwas sa apoy ayt? =P&lt;br /&gt;*sana magkasya sakin ang gown/dress ni keithleen na susuotin ko sa &lt;em&gt;Forte&lt;/em&gt; mamaya. (Lord help me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o siya, yun lang muna. God bless us all. huhuhu... ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-116010639882458028?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/116010639882458028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=116010639882458028' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/116010639882458028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/116010639882458028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2006/10/bagyo-at-red-horse.html' title='bagyo at red horse'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-115920238812908392</id><published>2006-09-26T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T00:39:48.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my monday madness</title><content type='html'>woke up ...&lt;br /&gt;wasted because of the myriads of things that have to be done and because of the tight sched i had to stick to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went along ...&lt;br /&gt;feeling agitated and stressed while doing the stuff i ought to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rode the bus ...&lt;br /&gt;with a heavy heart, a worried mind and a stressed soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero! diba nga, God wouldn't ever leave us. after a terrible down there He would make a way for things to get better. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entered the gate ...&lt;br /&gt;excited because i saw the familiar faces i felt most comfortable with. i missed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate dinner ...&lt;br /&gt;grateful for the food and for the great company i had. i would never trade those guys for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sang ...&lt;br /&gt;and forgot everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home ...&lt;br /&gt;laughing because of a stupid choice. but it wasn't bad. just plain funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;... Lord, I have so many things to do. Please guide me as I go through them. I'm worried and I'm feeling as stressed as ever. Help.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-115920238812908392?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/115920238812908392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=115920238812908392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/115920238812908392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/115920238812908392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-monday-madness.html' title='my monday madness'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-115899993990993973</id><published>2006-09-23T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T16:25:39.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"heel and toe" plus "I wanna be a tutubi"</title><content type='html'>Why is it such a pain to wear heels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good golly! My feet are still hurting at the moment. I'm used to wearing heels actually, but every now and then, there are still moments when afterwards, you'd just feel the agony that comes with it. (with matching sugat pa) But why??? It's so unfair. Why don't guys get to feel these kinds of pains that we girls experience? And I'm not just talking about wearing heels. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my feet hurt this much because I was such in a hurry to scramble from my house to the bus. Once again, may I remind you people that being tardy is most of the time, NOT a good thing. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually on my way to school to once again be a quizmaster for the LASSO (Lasallian Supervised Schools sumthin..) academic meet. Together with Kizia, who came later than I did(haha), we did our thing and it was quite okay.  :)   I could remember sometime last year when I did this gig too. I was just a frosh back then and it was my first ever hosting job in DLSU as part of GMG. I was nervous yet excited that time but &lt;strong&gt;Happy&lt;/strong&gt;(aka idol)&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;was there to guide me. Woah. So much has happened and changed since then. Well for one thing, now the LASSO people had my name spelled incorrectly on my name tag. =P Nah, but seriously I am thankful to God for guiding me since that day. No joke kasi guys, I love being a host! pramis. We'll see na lang kung ano ang mangyayari sakin sa future. Teka, share ko lang na gusto kong maging DJ while in college. harharhar! Gudlak nmn sken.=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the rehearsal of the Pops Orchestra sa "Band room"( na ngayon ko lang nadiskubre), naalala kong gusto ko din palang maging singer dati. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naisip ko lang, sa parehong mga pangarap ko, pareho akong may hawak na mikropono. Daldal ka si eh. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masaya maging coverage person. Ang saya ko sa tuwing kumukuha ako ng mga litrato. Though bano pa ako sa ngayon, gusto ko talaga matuto. Hintayin nyo lang pag kumpleto na ako sa gamit, lilibutin ko ang mundo at magpipikchur lang ako nang magpipikchur!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-115899993990993973?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/115899993990993973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=115899993990993973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/115899993990993973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/115899993990993973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2006/09/heel-and-toe-plus-i-wanna-be-tutubi.html' title='&quot;heel and toe&quot; plus &quot;I wanna be a tutubi&quot;'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-115859918837037442</id><published>2006-09-19T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T01:06:28.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sori na nga daw eh</title><content type='html'>I've been meaning to post an update for ages, but I'm not sure why I hadn't been able to do so. Well anyways... Ayun! I survived my first week of majors! Yahoo. Umpisa pa lang 'to at mahaba-haba pa ang bubunuin ko bago ako makakahinga nang maigi talaga. Lord help me!&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally composed a song. I mean, matino na siya, I think. And hindi na siya sad tulad nung isa. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to chance to bond with an old friend of mine and masasabi ko namang namiss ko siya talaga. Pero of course the situations are different. Pero ok naman ah. All is good. :)&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasabi ko na din sa wakas. Nasabi ko na, na hindi nakakatuwang sa kausap mo lang umiikot ang usapan at ang mundo, na hindi masayang nakikinig ka sa mga kwento niya pero siya hindi nakikinig sa mga kwento mo. Hindi rin maganda sa pakiramdam na para kang kumakausap sa hangin palagi. Kung pwede lang sana na ang pagtrato mo sakin ay tulad din ng pagtrato ko sayo. Oo nasabi ko na sa wakas. Pero may epekto ba yun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo, humingi na siya ng tawad. Ayos na ko dun! At mabuting alam na niya ngayon. Prens na ulit! haha.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for those who are &lt;strong&gt;naive&lt;/strong&gt;. You hear us go on and on about the petty things that happen in our lives but you don't realize that all this time, it was you who would make all these pettiness wothless because it's you who would make our lives meaningful. It's you who would make everything meaningful. It's you all along.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para sa mga sabaw na sa buhay, huminto muna sandali at huminga nang malalim, sabay sigaw ng... PAKSHEEEeeeeeEEEEeeeeTttt! ! ! ! pramis, garantisadong gagaan ang pakiramdam ninyo.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-115859918837037442?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/115859918837037442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=115859918837037442' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/115859918837037442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/115859918837037442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2006/09/sori-na-nga-daw-eh.html' title='sori na nga daw eh'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-115816783694391557</id><published>2006-09-14T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T01:25:47.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after reading the sad part of Harry Potter book 6, this is what happens...</title><content type='html'>She never wished for too much but she did hope for things to be better. Things &lt;strong&gt;COULD&lt;/strong&gt; have been a lot better and now she couldn't help but pinpoint a few reasons on why her life was the way it was right now. It may not be the right thing to do and she knows that, but blaming that single person seems to be the most logical and reasonable thing to do. She hates him... with all her might. But there's nothing that can be done about it. It's just one of those things that you can't change 'coz you're forever stuck with it and you don't have a freakin choice. Respect is what everybody expects from her, but she finds it almost next to impossible, giving it to someone so unworthy of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always believed that if you want to be respected, you have to &lt;strong&gt;earn it&lt;/strong&gt;. Make yourself respectable and learn to respect others first. Only then can you expect respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna say thank you to all the people with whom I've shared my "down" moments with.&lt;br /&gt;Salamat kay &lt;strong&gt;Clarence at Kizia&lt;/strong&gt;. Thank you ate's kahit puro *bleep*ang mga text ko sa inyo.hehe&lt;br /&gt;Salamat kay &lt;strong&gt;Maple,&lt;/strong&gt; isang tawag ka lang. You are always there. MOA tayo sa Sabado.Hahaha. Paki sabi na din kay Sugarfree Prof Jal, salamat.&lt;br /&gt;Salamat kay &lt;strong&gt;Jojo,&lt;/strong&gt; mabilis kang rumisponde sa isang chismis lng ni clrnce. Joke! Thnx tlga. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Salamat kay&lt;strong&gt; Elaine,&lt;/strong&gt; na nashare-an ko din! Magkapatid nga kayo ni Jojo. =P&lt;br /&gt;Salamat kay &lt;strong&gt;JPt&lt;/strong&gt;, sa mga makabuluhang payo at pagsabi ng "tahan na". aww..&lt;br /&gt;Salamat kay&lt;strong&gt; Paulus&lt;/strong&gt;, and for his efforts to cheer me up by teaching me Japanese! Mission accomplished naman. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam kong madami din akong mali at medyo masasakit ang mga nasabi ko. And for that, I want to say sorry. Though malamang di naman nila mababasa toh at least nailabas ko na rin somehow. Haaaaaay. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maghanap na lang kaya ako ng bisyo para masaya? Joke. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di na nga lang pala ako magpapaalam next time. hehehe. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-115816783694391557?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/115816783694391557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=115816783694391557' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/115816783694391557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/115816783694391557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2006/09/after-reading-sad-part-of-harry-potter.html' title='after reading the sad part of Harry Potter book 6, this is what happens...'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-115798946923491758</id><published>2006-09-11T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T23:44:29.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to school...</title><content type='html'>It's the first day of classes for this term and I found myself going to school quite early. That's a good thing, considering that last term, me being early is something which is a rare occasion worth giving a toast to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, my first prof is super adorable! Bless him for being the jolly, little prof that he is. Thanks to him, I'm kinda sure that I won't doze off in his class even if it is mid in the afternoon. Let's hope it stays that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God that for my first class, I had Clarence and Kizia as classmates. I was quite scared with the start of this term and it really helped that they were there with me. But now that I think about it, it's the exact opposite with Janna. I wouldn't be having any classes with her and that sucks. I just can't help but think that the Party Animals is slowly being dissolved as time goes by. . . Oh well. Maybe not. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other things. . .  I really believe that life is composed of cycles. Sometimes, after you feel super elated, the next thing you know, you're sunk way down deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One should never keep their hopes too up. Though sometimes you may tend to loose all reason and begin to float, make sure you tie yourself to the ground so that you see the real picture still. Or better yet, avoid making false hopes anyway. You may also decide to just close your eyes and remain happy for whatever simplicity life may bring you. Never mind tomorrow. Just make sure you take in every little bit of happiness right now and cherish it for what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking home, sudden thoughts came into my mind. It was like I was attacked by a mob of harsh realities and painful memories. . .Damn.  (Wala ng sinabi pa, shinare ko lang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst all of these, I still have to find reasons to smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-115798946923491758?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/115798946923491758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=115798946923491758' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/115798946923491758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/115798946923491758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2006/09/back-to-school.html' title='back to school...'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-115768645309006648</id><published>2006-09-08T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T11:34:13.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEWS FLASH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#003333;"&gt;TODAY'S TOP STORY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ariane's phoneline is back! Hooray!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IN OTHER NEWS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#003333;"&gt;Watch out for this page's new layout courtesy of Mr.Henrik Batallones. I'm already excited, so you should be too! hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#003333;"&gt;SHOWBIZ:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#003333;"&gt;Do I look like Rachel Ann Go? Di naman diba? hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-115768645309006648?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/115768645309006648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=115768645309006648' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/115768645309006648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/115768645309006648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2006/09/news-flash.html' title='NEWS FLASH'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-115754928908960684</id><published>2006-09-06T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T21:28:10.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when days drag on by</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt; It's kind of ironic that when I finally decided that I want to update my blog, our phone loses  its dial tone and there goes our internet connection. I tried to see if any wires were just loose or unplugged but to my dismay, there really just wasn't a dial tone. Why didn't my parents pay on time again? Don't they know how much I die evrytime I can't connect to internet or call anybody? Huhuhu.. Oh well. So here I am again in an internet shop to do my thing. Praise the Lord for 20php per hour rates! Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://yanoescueta.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/27/139?xurl=%2Fphotos%2Fphoto%2F27%2F139"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://yanoescueta.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/27/139?xurl=%2Fphotos%2Fphoto%2F27%2F139"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;   My sem break's nearing it's end and so far, my days comprise of waking up at almost noon, watching a koreanovela, reading Harry Potter, washing dishes, using my pc(which is obviously saddened by the lack of phone line), talking on the phone(this is the point where I cry), texting and pestering my dad(hahaha). Jumble them around and you've got my sked figured out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;   It was a good thing that LTTS happened because clearly, it was the highlight of my term break. What did it comprise of? Well, there were people rolling on the floor like bananas and people ending up bruised but smiling after. There were people hugging each other, carrying each other and stepping on some even, just to stay on the "magic carpet" that kept on shrinking. Ball tossing was once again taken to a new level with more concentration and tension. People hopped here and there and of course, who could forget the star-studded fashion show? Guys showed up as fairies, chewbaccas(di ko xur ispeling sori), orcs, little girls, maidens in distress and even as geishas! The girls became pirates, warriors, fortune-tellers, mermaids, princesses among others. Oh don't forget the mud-looking Laing that our group used as orc make-up! (Eeeewww!).  Then there were also the super fun activities for each pool. Especially the one where we made a video and I became the human soundtrack machine. Where I had to sing(sing b un?haha) "tantananaan... dandanandan" (mala-superman theme) while we were shooting. Hahaha. Super Laughtrip yun! There was even a photo I was in that amazingly included a "50pesos per hour" sign. Naku naku.. Wholesome ako guys. Haha.  There were crying moments too and of course a lot of laughter, a few swimming pool moments though expected or unexpected plus food, food and more food. Don't forget staying up late for a debate which lasted forever(I'm still feisty), bonding and a little magic here and there.  Of course, it wasn't all fun, because we did learn some stuff but nah, the fun was more worth remembering! Oh and the new friends I gained there too! hahahaha.. Oh basta. LTTS was uber fun! Long live GMG! Love you guys. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;____________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;   In other stuff(that I won't elaborate)... I'm happy! For one, God is good and he answers prayers. Another one is that he opens doors. Next, he sometimes makes your hunches true. Uhhmm.. and he also sees to ti that your keepsakes are safe and visible. hahahaha... Oh and yeah, he makes sure that there are some clowns here and there to keep everybody entertained! Ooops. I'm so sorry na talaga. Hehehehe. . .  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;   Did anybody actually get those stuff? Congrats if you did, though I doubt it. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-115754928908960684?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/115754928908960684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=115754928908960684' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/115754928908960684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/115754928908960684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-days-drag-on-by.html' title='when days drag on by'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-115687337291251313</id><published>2006-08-30T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T01:42:53.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go to Sleep!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;y mom keeps on nagging me on how I should sleep early specially now that sem break's here. But no matter how hard I tried to do that recently, it just seems impossible. Who would have thought that even in my sem break, I would still be busy with stuff to do? I didn't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The farewell thingie for our HS teacher that we've postponed last month is to be pushed through tomorrow. Man, and it does take up a lot of effort, pain, sweat and tears! If it weren't for the dear angels who are there to help me, I would probably have a hell of a big headache. Thank you so much! I just hope and pray that it turns out well tomorrow. Planning and "people-gathering" is NOT an easy task. grrr.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My brother's contest is tomorrow. And considering the fact that I kinda helped in their play and with the hosts' script too, I think I have a little right or obligation to watch it. Oh, and yeah my brother has a lead role(kinda) so, I'm going to be a supportive sister here okay? (Bago yan!Eew, jowk) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plus, I have to finish the Koreanovela I borrowed from Jana. I'm just losing my drive to watch it because the poor subtitles are starting to bug me already. Hehe.. Sometimes they make absolutely no sense and the grammar sucks. Plus at times, it disappears way too quickly. But don't get me wrong, the story's good and I adore Janna for lending it to me. And the lead guy is cute so that's a bonus!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am  also in the process of reading Harry Potter book 6. Yeah I know, I'm such a loser for having to read it just now when I think everybody has read it already.(or at least everybody who loves Harry) But I L O V E it nonetheless. And everytime I read it, it's like I'm being transported to a whole new world. Which is such a relief from this one! hehe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And oh, my mom and dad see to it that I don't miss this one - my chores! Yup. I have a  whole lot of them - from sweeping the floor, to cooking rice, to washing dishes even to do a bit of laundry. My golly! These chores make me wonder if schooldays are not so bad after all. haha...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Course card day is on Thursday and I'm trying hard not to think about it so as not to stress myself. But now, only God knows my fate in INTRECO. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not to forget the up and coming GMG Leadership Training and Teambuidling Seminar (a.k.a LTTS) on Friday which I'm very excited about. This oughta be fun!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;______________________________________________&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've found my inspiration at last. And I'd like to say that Niko hit the jackpot on this one. You don't look for inspiration. It just calls you, este, comes to you. hehe.. What a holy surprise!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-115687337291251313?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/115687337291251313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=115687337291251313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/115687337291251313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/115687337291251313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2006/08/go-to-sleep.html' title='Go to Sleep!'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-115644110284792402</id><published>2006-08-25T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T01:43:17.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>writing a song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;I want to(and I have to) compose songs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;The problem that I had before was that I lacked the time to do so, but I guess the major hindrance is that I lacked the inspiration. Earlier today, I sat down and tried to write a song but I kept on getting stuck on the first line. Then while thinking on what I want to write next, I suddenly realize the crappiness in it so I erase the first line anyway. And so that process went on for a few more times until I finally gave up and decided to write again some other time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Give me something on which I should write a song about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;Should I write about my crappy &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;INTRECO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; experience wherein I studied for a whole freakin day(even more) only to realize that the test was only 50 items long and everything was in multiple choice? Oh and for the record, I even borrowed notes, battled the rain and studied at my mom's office to find silence at that! If only effort was given credit then maybe my chances of passing wouldn't be so dismal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;Can I write about how I spent my last day of the term at school with my girl pals under the roofed &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;trackers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; table while holding umbrellas and looking like fools because it was raining? Or our DVD hunting at Harrison earlier that day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;Or maybe I could write about having watched &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;Windstruck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at last but being disappointed by the fact that I didn't cry while watching it. I'm so0o not a crybaby. Grrr. But don't get me wrong, I was touched! Really I was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;A song about how Jave and I rescued &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a little fish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that got trapped on the wrong side of their aquarium perhaps? Or how it was later on bullied by that one mean bigger fish? Or on why I was so amused by those fishies in the first place? hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;Oh oh! How about on how I was stupid enough to invent a name for Jojo's street? Mind you, it was said with all conviction too. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oriental&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; instead of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Continental, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;how dumb can I be? Even Jojo himelf almost believed me. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;Maybe on how Maple and I spent the day looking for something fun to do and ending up at the internet shop to watch some videos on YouTube? We are such a bunch of &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;losers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;I could maybe even write a song on how I suddenly became sad just a while ago for no specific reason at all. I got on my bed, thought some senseless thoughts then was shocked on how my eyes suddenly got teary. Then yep,&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But only a little, mind you! haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NAH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I guess none of those would work. Or maybe they can but I still don't have a clue just yet. Damn! Oh well, I guess I'll just finish these Filipi articles I'm editing first before I try to compose anything. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-115644110284792402?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/115644110284792402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=115644110284792402' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/115644110284792402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/115644110284792402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2006/08/writing-song.html' title='writing a song'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-115592302223464283</id><published>2006-08-19T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T15:14:55.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROCKESTRA 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The music of 6 Cycle Mind, Hale, Urbandub, Up Dharma Down, Itchyworms and The Dawn combined with the fabolous Manila Symphony Orchestra, surely results to a concoction of perfection! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sa halagang 200 pesos, ano ba ang mapapala mo? Well kung kami ang tatanungin, madami! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After class, punta muna ng dorm ni Clarence tapos byaheng hanapan ng tickets na. Tapos balik kina Clarence pero bago yun, pitstop muna sa 7-11 at 10Q para bumili ng murang pagkain! Noodles at pansit canton ang natripan namin. Habang kumakain sa niluto ay pinanuod muna namin si Janna ng High School Musical na halos isuka naman niya sa galit at diri. hahaha. Tapos dumating si Cathy at ayun after eating, balik Folk Arts Theater na! Minsan lang talaga ako maging maaga for anything and now I remember why. Nakakatamad kasing maghintay kapag maaga ka. Nakakabwisit pa ang mga "scalpers" na yan. Ang kukulit! "extra ticket?" "may extra ticket ba kayo?" "may ticket na ba kayo?". . . Kung sino2x pa ang inaway namin dahil ang gulo gulo ng mga entrance. Sasagupain na sana namin si Guard Dugay eh. jowk!Kung saan2x ba naman kami tinutura at pinapapunta. hahaha.. Porket ba, mura lang yung nabili naming ticket, aalipustahin nyo na kami? Huhuhu... =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pero once we got in, natawa na lang kami kasi ang aga pala talaga namin. No sense pala ang pakikipag-away at pagiging excited. Pero wag ka. At least, sa lahat ng 200peso ticket holders, kami lang ang nakaupo sa monoblock chairs at dun pa sa may ledge na pwedeng patungan. Kung baga, nasa harap pa kami ng front row sa Blue Tickets Left Side. Not bad at all! Jana, i forgot the binoculars!hehehe.. So ayun. The show was great. And galing ng mga bands and the orchestra was flawless in their performance! I fell in love with Up Dharma Down and Urbandub ha. Grabe! Wala ako masabi kundi WOW! Sa Hale naman, at first ayoko na sa kanila kasi medyo nagsawa na ko sa kanila nd I knew that they weren't good in performing live. Pero it was very noticeable na Champ really improved ha. Congrats to him. The guys from the Itchyworms were super entertaining and funny while Jet Pangan really deserved my applause. 6cycle mind did ok din naman and i really like Ney. Pero my loudest cheers and applause went to Mr.Jon Santos a.k.a Madam Armida Sequion-Macareyna. He really made me laugh with his funny antics. Good music always makes me happy naman, so this show really boosted my low morale for the past few days. Some of the songs really seemed magical to me. Ganda! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, I bought a shirt nga pala. Tska a pin for my brother. hahaha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PAUWI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was alone and tired. Halos 30 minutes na akong nakatayo sa may Roxas Blvd ay wala pa ring FX papuntang Las Piñas na may vacant. Tapos just when I was getting desperate and tired, a girl beside me suddenly asked if I was goin to Las Piñas. So here's a new found friend to keep me company. A young girl(younger than me) who also went to Rockestra2. Her name was Mayee. Baka nga she'll be in Comm Arts din sa DLSU-M if she gets lucky for her applications. At last may nasakyan din kaming Fx. pero the excitement doesn't end there. Inaway halos ng isang pasahero yung driver. Pano ba naman kasi, muntik na kamang bumangga sa sidewalk or wall ata. Grr.. Pero I tried to calm Manong kasi mukhang napikon talaga siya. NAku Naku! ngat ka Mayee! See you again.Scary talaga kasi minsan nafifil ko ngang bka ibunggo ni manong driver ang fx pag napikon siya. Scary talaga!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-115592302223464283?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/115592302223464283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=115592302223464283' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/115592302223464283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/115592302223464283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2006/08/rockestra-2.html' title='ROCKESTRA 2'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-115582484011073132</id><published>2006-08-17T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T22:27:20.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brace yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;All hell has broken loose my friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finals na!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ika ng ani Clarence, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;"bawal huminga"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Papers. . . . . Magazine . . . .  Exams. . . . . at syempre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ang pinakaaabangang&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; I N T R E C O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;isang malaking gudluck naman sa aming lahat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;eto na naman at may philper paper na due bukas.. 5 pages lang naman po. at so far, 2 pa lang ako. hahaha.. 3 to go!... plus, i have an exam first thing tomorrow morning  and some magazine articles to edit pa!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; panalo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;so why am i blogging right now? . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ahh alam ko na..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S T R E S S!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;waaaah. help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-115582484011073132?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/115582484011073132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=115582484011073132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/115582484011073132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/115582484011073132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2006/08/brace-yourself.html' title='brace yourself'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-115565662658612931</id><published>2006-08-15T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T00:13:08.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Library Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do people go to the DLSU Library?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Is it a.) to study b.) to read c.) to do research &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;or is it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;d.) to sleep ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, kung ako ang tatanungin, I would answer... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ALL OF THE ABOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Because those are exactly what I did kanina. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Tried to catch up on Intreco and do some early(?) studying but after scanning a few books, my attention span slowly vanished and all I felt was my head getting heavier and my eyes closing gently. Wala na! I was under the spell that enveloped the Library 3rd Floor. I was sleepy!!! And who was I to withstand the magic? Malamig, tahimik, perfect! Kaya ayun.. Zzzzzz. . . . . off to dreamland I went. I woke up after a few minutes and then set my fone to alarm after some time. Then went back to sleep. Tapos bigla ba naman nag-ingay! hehehe.. Kahiya yun ah. Kaya ayun. Tumayo na ako and trabaho time na. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;For the first time, napadpad ako dun sa Periodicals section to look for some articles, and man did I realize na di pala madali yun! Part 1, I had to search for the newspaper among the dozens of bookbinds dun na hindi nmn arranged by date. And for Part 2, which was the fun part, I had to look using the microfilms there. Yahu! This is where you use this age-old viewing machine to see the black and white microfilms of the newspapers. Huwaw! And I thought this only existed in movies or super old universities! Hahaha.. And the paper I read was made during the time nung ipapalabas pa lang ang Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone sa sinehan(Nov.2001). hahahaha.. asteg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Kumpleto na ang college life ko dahil dun! Joke. Hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I love the library! (yikes. nerd? di ah.. haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-115565662658612931?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/115565662658612931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=115565662658612931' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/115565662658612931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/115565662658612931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-library-adventure.html' title='My Library Adventure'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-115540212839325372</id><published>2006-08-13T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T01:02:08.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday keren!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* im &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;soOoo afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of what will happen to me in INTRECO. Lord please &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;HELP &lt;/span&gt;me!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* lucky me sa bioarts practical exam. i only had to do, the FBO(foreign body obstruction) for an  adult and an infant. peace of cake!hahaha.. kaya kung ma-choke if ever(wag nmn sana) just call me, if u can dahil alam ko n ang gagawin! rarrr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* our philper  reporting finally pushed thru and went pretty well if i might say. kahit mga one hour ago ko lng nabasa tlga yung topic.hihi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* the cao awards was fun. ang kulit ng costumes ng mga tao to go with the theme of "highschool". may mga nagcross-dress, may mga mala-britney spears ang dating, may mga mukhang totoy at nene, may girlscout at boyscout, may mukhang transferee students, at complete with school administrators pa! san ka pa diba? luv u GMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* im sorry for the white lie i said to u knw hu. clarence u knw what i mean. hihi.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* the topic of the philo talk i went to was SOoO fun! it was about &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;NARUTO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ang kulit. now, i really want to watch it na. as in seryosong watch ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* gift hunting for keren, sa harrison plaza with ate kizia. ang ganda nung pagkaka-gift wrap ha. thanks to kuya culry tops! hahaha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* to janna: my experiment worked! hahahaha. . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* hosted keren's "surprise" bdash. surprise nga ba? arrg. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* bago umuwi, nakanta ko tong line na to sa magic sing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"i've always been in love with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;you...&lt;/span&gt; i guess you've always known it's true..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;   yun lang. ah ehh.. hmmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;happy birthday lablab!.. mahal kita my dear sister! yihee. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-115540212839325372?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/115540212839325372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=115540212839325372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/115540212839325372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/115540212839325372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-keren.html' title='happy birthday keren!'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-115502674728210048</id><published>2006-08-09T06:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T16:45:47.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this kid's tired!</title><content type='html'>iv been having one of the worst series of sleepless nights in my life. i hav been so busy doing so much stuff lately that i just can't even find enough time to sleep. waaaah. no wonder, i never got to grow much.. haha.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. kwentuhan muna tayo! maraming naganap last week, di ko na nga alam kng saan magsisimula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;warning: mahaba to! r u reydii?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday &lt;br /&gt;REMIX 06 day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day everybody waited for finally came. clarence, toni, majoy, kevin, ale and all of the other fantastic(uuuy!) performers of Backstage finally set off for the stage. this event was more than a dance contest to them, it's a time to show that GMG can also perform to the highest level. represent!haha.. anyways. dahil late na ko nakauwi the night before, at late na din ako natulog, malamang late na din ako nagising, at mas malamang LATE n naman ako for class.. what's new? huhuhu. skipped my lab class na kasi andami ko ding tinapos nung umagang yun. (paper at exam) grabe.. then during filipi class, joey(my co-host) txtd me that i was needed for the tech run, kaya aun. cut na din ng filipi! mabait nmn si sir eh at nagpaalam nmn ako ng maayos. hihi.. wala ng lunch for me that day. class kasi tapos tech run tapos bihis, tapos show na!.. whew. salamat na lang sa hopia na pinagsaluhan namin ni maple sa bus on the way to school dahil yun na ang huling nakain ko that day hanggang til after remix na(eh mga 1100 pa yun eh, kmusta nmn, haha). anywayssss.. ayun! the show was super fun! the audience was so energetic and responsive kaya masaya mag-host. though anlaki din ng problema ko nun on what to wear. thank u tlga kay ate jad, nikkibau at clrnce sa mga cabinet ng damit at support na dinala nyo for me. =D man, naisip ko tuloy, dapat na ba kong maging super vain from now on para sa mga panahong gaya nito? oh, and i even got to have my hair in that mala-manok kinda way. ung may mataas na part sa gitna na parang girl version ng mohawk. bwahahaha.. nareveal tuloy ang malaki kong noo! at finally nasuot ko na rin ang "street shoes" ko na galing from the ukay republic of Baguio! pinagmamalaki kong 100 pesos ko lang siya nabili. hahahahaha... asteg. i felt like sasayaw din ako that nyt! =P asa naman! hahahahaha... andaming nagyaya ng gimik that night pero i was exhausted already! so i decided to go home na lang after eating with martin, jojo, elaine, jill, sara, par, and reg. ayyy! nga pala. MARTIN! at last nagkita din tayo ulit! i missed u dudung! hahaha.. di n nga din pla ako nkapunta sa bdash ni amitots. huhu.. suri suri! luv u amiams! hehe. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabado&lt;br /&gt;scary SUKOB day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakapagod na ang Church service ah! andaming pinapagawa sa poster na yan. grabe. at first i was enjoying pa pero ngayon super hassle na! grrrr... andaming kailangang busisiin at iedit. eh ang powers ko pa nmn sa adobe photoshop ay pang musmos pa lang at making a poster was my first real test of skill. waaaaaah. suri lang po! buti na lang jp is there to help! yeay. so there. we went to kuya mark's house to giv him Lar's flash disc(teynkyu lars!) at tapos umalis agad since tulog dw xa. then we went to Alabang Town Center to watch Sukob! yahu! i really wanted to watch this movie eh. =P mganda yung movie, masaya matakot! hahaha... even Jp was cowering behind his popcorn! sikret lng yun! hahaha.. pero may spooky experience ako sa CR dun sa may foodcourt! pero di ko na ikkwento para naman mabitin kayo! hahaha.. basta, tatlo lang kaming nandon sa CR pero bakit parang hinde? hihihihihi... ayos! and i wasn't making things up ah! pinakita ko pa kay Jp yung witness ko. so ayun, habang pauwi wala na xang ibang ginawa kundi takutin ako. creepy pa nmn dun sa bus at umuulan pa! naku naku! pero hindi pa rin natapos ang usapang poster mga kaibigan! hindi pa xa natapos dito dahil may changes n nmn! huhuhuhu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday&lt;br /&gt;sorry JIMSEAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may tumawag sa bhay.. nagulat ako. si jave? anu daw ginagawa ko. aalis dw ba ko that day? sabi ko hindi nmn. bket? sabi nya, wala lang. baka lng gusto mo pmunta. sabi ko, huh?? saan?? bakit?? tas di siya kumibo.. then it hit me!!!!!! dali-dali akong tumingin sa kalendaryo sabay sabing, SHET! August 6 na ba ngayon??????? o0h maaay gosh! di ko pa masabi saknya agad pero ayun... Happy Birthday Jave! holy kamote, i forgot! di ako makapaniwala sa sarili ko na nakalimutan ko yun. i mean, alam ko namang aug.6 ang bday nya, pero di ko alam n aug.6 na pla that day! hehehe.. nawindang n kc utak ko msyado. suri! oh diba siya pa ng tumawag saken.. hehehe... mali. so ayun. went to their house and on the way, i was thinking of what to give na medyo kakaiba naman. hmm.. tapos ayun! hahaha.. bumili ako ng rose! kasi diba 18 nmn xa, therefore debut n nya! kaya kelangan ng 18 roses, though isa lng ako. hehehe.. =P then dumating din sina ate jules, mark lugtu at kana(cuutiieeee)! kain,tas went to church, tas sumingit n nmn ang usapang poster dito.. met up with kuya mark kasi for the changes n nmn. tas balik kmi kna jave. videoke galore kami dun. tas naisipan naming tumugtog sa studio! yehey. ang saya saya mag-jamming. happy birthday jave! suri suri. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday&lt;br /&gt;busYness attire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naka-formal ako kahapon ah! kasi kuya matyu had this thingie he wanted me to see and learn about. ayun! pero i don't think it's for me eh. di ko pa kakayanin ang added stuff since ngayon pa nga lng ay windang windang nako! hihihi. thinking about life makes u all looney minsan. oh well... pero earlier that day, kinailangan ko pang dumaan sa haws nila kuya mark AGAIN para ibigay yung edited poster, tas haaay. i thought that was the end of it, pero di pa pala. may mali pa rin! damn! nakakapagod na ah. well anyway.. late n ako nkauwi bcoz of the business stuff n pinuntahan namen together with keren, wilfred, matyu and surprisingly, darren and kristine. ayun. pagod. . . so i wasnt able to study much on that dreaded intreco exam for the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;NGAYON&lt;br /&gt;IM SO SLEEPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tiredness is getting to me. im not a machine.. i get tired too. i need sleep! damn it. and PLEASE don't get me started with that INTRECO exam or else I'll explode!!!!!!! grrrrrr. . . . . . . let's just say that if i just slept through the test, it wouldn't make any difference anyway. shet! then may exam din pala for artcomp which was brain-wracking! potah. ayoko na. im stressed out already. i hv a meeting to attend myang 6pm then bukas pa i hav a report for relstwo, tas stuff to submit on thursday. then there's MORE exams and more reports and God knows kung anu ano pa! waaaaaaah.... i need sleep! muntik n nga ako makatulog sa bioarts knina eh. kung di pa ko tinusok ni Dr.Go na payong nyang green na terno sa shirt nya! hahaha.. &lt;br /&gt;H E L P ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzzzzzzzz. . . . . . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-115502674728210048?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/115502674728210048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=115502674728210048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/115502674728210048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/115502674728210048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-kids-tired.html' title='this kid&apos;s tired!'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21363321.post-115453781146676785</id><published>2006-08-02T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T00:56:51.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>closing time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Divisoria&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Divisoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Divisoria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you combine three naughty, playful, hperactive and talkative bargain-seeking girls, you get one hell of a riot. Then, put them in the most well-known place to find everything at the cheapest prices and you have something only an inch short of world domination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy, Maple and I went to Divisoria.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*bow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;alas kwatro ng hapon nang sa DLSU ay lumisan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;KFC sa Padre Faura ang unang pinuntahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;si Amy at Maple doo'y kikitain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pagkat Divisoria ay aming tutunguhin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sumakay sa jeepney at nagkwentuhan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bago makarating sa paroroonan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hawakan si amy nang hindi mawala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;baka maligaw ang munting bata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;libot dito at libot dyan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;inisa-isa namin ang bawat tindahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bumili ng mga damit at mga bling bling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;binili ang mga matagal nang hiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;konting bilis lang, sila'y magsasara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;baka kayo'y di na makalabas pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mamang gwardiya'y medyo bingi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hindi man lamang naghintay ng sandali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tatlong bata ay napuno ng halakhak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;inakala pa ng ilan, lungo sa alak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ayaw papigil, ayaw paawat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;isang maikling hapon ay hindi sapat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nangakong babalik isang araw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dahil ngayon, wasted na at sabaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ngunit di pa rin naubos ang saya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sa bus na sinakyan may kaligayahan pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;magsing-irog na masarap panuorin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ang pumukaw sa atensyon namin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;di sinasadya pero sila'y nakikita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mistulang may mga milagrong ginagawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ang saya saya, ang kulit kulit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tinalo pa mga batang paslit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bahala na ang dumi, takot at putik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sa Divisoria kami pa rin ay babalik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;pramis. mukha na kaming mattrap sa loob ng 168! hehehe.. pero wala pa ring aawat. tingin pa rin dito at doon. pero scary na talaga dahil mukhang mattrap n kmi sa loob. hihi. napakanta na lang ako ng &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Closing time. . ."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yanyanpage.multiply.com/image/DCkY3IMNN+betQ1J0YuXUA/photos/1M/1200x120/1482/sign.jpg?et=%2Bj%2BZiJ44CgDnhvHcH%2C%2CI7w&amp;nmid=0"/&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21363321-115453781146676785?l=yanyanpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/feeds/115453781146676785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21363321&amp;postID=115453781146676785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/115453781146676785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21363321/posts/default/115453781146676785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyanpage.blogspot.com/2006/08/closing-time.html' title='closing time!'/><author><name>My Pink Office</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16549736673375324620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze1euPcG1d0/Syig3MHWLiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DLQSQ_Gv3U0/S220/mypinkoffice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
