<?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-7007232675609641612</id><updated>2012-02-14T23:54:10.557-08:00</updated><category term='christmas list'/><category term='sem break'/><category term='moments'/><category term='dramatic'/><category term='vince'/><category term='sad'/><category term='Game'/><category term='commercial break'/><category term='RPG'/><category term='RED BOX'/><category term='tagged'/><category term='events'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='pray'/><category term='Twilight'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='intuition'/><category term='freedom'/><category term='experiencing'/><category term='Lord'/><category term='cemetery'/><category term='test'/><category term='YFC'/><category term='summer'/><category term='introvert'/><category term='famous INTP'/><category term='css'/><category term='message'/><category term='entertained'/><category term='inn'/><category term='San Fabian'/><category term='family'/><category term='benetons'/><category term='the body shop'/><category term='walk with God'/><category term='video'/><category term='Trinoma'/><category term='karaoke'/><category term='Arashi'/><category term='celebration'/><category term='biscuits'/><category term='relaxed'/><category term='perosnality test'/><category term='work'/><category term='for God'/><category term='perceiving'/><category term='kids'/><category term='art appreciation'/><category term='story'/><category term='ojt'/><category term='Dagupan'/><category term='hunger striek'/><category term='peace'/><category term='camera'/><category term='self-portrait'/><category term='God'/><category term='Binangonan'/><category term='field'/><category term='nickname'/><category term='chirstmas'/><category term='matsujun'/><category term='ease'/><category term='Jesus Christ'/><category term='on-job-training'/><category term='yahoo groups'/><category term='sad face'/><category term='school'/><category term='faith'/><category term='heart'/><category term='Role Playing Game'/><category term='camp'/><category term='letter'/><category term='thank God'/><category term='disappointment'/><category term='cheesy guy'/><category term='youth service'/><category term='sho'/><category term='church'/><category term='strength'/><category term='playground'/><category term='mypersonality.info'/><category term='pain'/><category term='fun'/><category term='Cloud Strife'/><category term='love'/><category term='Final Fantasy'/><category term='request'/><category term='Arashi fan'/><category term='best friend'/><category term='sadness'/><category term='fighting game'/><category term='cooking'/><category term='carbonara'/><category term='victory liner'/><category term='jazz'/><category term='road trip'/><category term='beach'/><category term='picture perfect'/><category term='Loving God'/><category term='song'/><category term='moment'/><category term='enjoyment'/><category term='Manila'/><category term='semester break'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='Baguio'/><category term='Jung'/><category term='earthhour'/><category term='saving money'/><category term='Ramon Magsaysay'/><category term='brutality'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='memories'/><category term='picture'/><category term='jpop'/><category term='blessing'/><category term='Cosplaying'/><category term='high school'/><category term='ust'/><category term='prominent artists'/><category term='ohno'/><category term='cabin'/><category term='mybrute'/><category term='update'/><category term='thinking'/><category term='tbs'/><category term='friends'/><category term='aiba'/><category term='crunchyroll'/><category term='earth hour'/><category term='sensitivity training'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='st. joseph'/><category term='personal'/><category term='idiot'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='baba and nicole'/><category term='experience'/><category term='name'/><category term='music'/><category term='brute'/><category term='happy'/><category term='website'/><category term='Happiness'/><category term='fight'/><category term='Ghost Hunt'/><category term='sorrow'/><category term='jun matsumoto'/><category term='literature'/><category term='meg'/><category term='wisdom'/><category term='food'/><category term='Chosen'/><category term='beverage'/><category term='FFVII'/><category term='entertainment'/><category term='ninomiya kazunari'/><category term='guidance'/><category term='team kangkong'/><category term='hesitant'/><category term='nino'/><category term='fear'/><category term='INTP'/><category term='victory pioneer'/><title type='text'>Kat. Kai. Megumi.</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Jeremiah 1:7-8 But the Lord said to me, "Don't say, 'I am only a boy.' You must go everywhere I send you, and you must say everything I tell you to say. Don't be afraid of anyone, because I am with you to protect you," says the Lord.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-2473466594363245631</id><published>2012-02-14T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T23:54:10.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Journey</title><content type='html'>The characters, plot, places, and other stuff that you will read in here are based on a time when I was still a young girl. It was an unexpected day where I was miserable, left alone, and had to walk on my own and in the course of my walk, I met someone who helped me get home safely. This is my 4th year paper for our own Metaphorical Journey inspired from Dante Allegeri's Inferno. Hope you enjoy reading it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;TERRACE I: The Darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“Mom…? Dad…?” a little voice cried shakily in the midst ofthe darkness followed by quiet continuous sobs “Sister? Brother…? Are youthere? Please don’t leave me alone here…” the little voice cried in a way thather words were suffocating her and that she was choking them out and, at thesame time, asking to no one in particular for in the sea of darkness, there wasno way to tell whether or not somebody was there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“I’m sorry” she cried, sobbing more “I won’t cry anymore…I’ll be stronger… please help me… somebody…” and yet there was still no answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The little girl felt lonely so she curled up and hugged herknees tightly and continued to sob. She couldn’t even tell where she is becausethe darkness was so overwhelming, she couldn’t see, feel, taste, hear or evenspeak properly. She cried, more quietly this time, and kept on whispering wordslike “I’m alone…” and “They hate me…” or “I don’t deserve to live…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“What are you saying?” a voice that sounded like a beautifulsong asked quietly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“Leave me alone” was her reply and continued whisperingwords to herself. She was no longer crying but rather, she was contemplatingall the negative events in her life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“Why are you mad?” the voice asked with the same singsongvoice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“Why do you care?” the girl angrily asked “Leave me alone”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“I can’t” the voice replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“Why is that?” she asked in irritation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“…because you called me” the voice replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“When did I call you?” she asked. “Are you dad? Brother?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“You forgot when you called me?” he asked in a surprisedtone and seemed sad “I’m neither your dad nor your brother”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“Then you got the wrong person…” the girl replied and wasabout to curl up again when she felt a warm hand over her shoulder. For thefirst time, the girl felt something. It was warm and comforting, his hand overher shoulder reminded her of someone… someone she used to go with all the time,but forgot somewhere along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“I don’t think I’m mistaken” he said with a small chuckle “Iknow that you’re the one who called me… I am sure it is you”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“Then when did I call you?” the little girl asked. Somehow,her irritation was gone and she felt a little more relaxed now that this personwas with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“All the time… you always did” he laughed again. Every timehe laughs, the girl felt more alive, stronger and livelier. Without realizingit, she was already following the stranger’s energy that made her stand up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;When she successfully stood up, she once again realized hersurrounding – the darkness and even though she was holding his hand, she wasn’tsure whether or not it was real or not. She immediately fell on her knees andstarted crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“Why are you doing this?” she asked in despair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“What?” he asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“Why do you have that wonderful voice and that warm touchthat lifts my hopes up?” she asked angrily “You make me feel like I can escapefrom this eternal darkness but how can I? How can we? What can you do when youyourself can’t see anything in here?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“Little one” he said as he placed his hand on the girl’shead “Do not rely on what you see because that is what makes you afraid, closeyour eyes and trust me”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“How can I trust you?” she asked quietly, as fat tearsswelled up in her eyes “I don’t even know you at all!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“It is up to you to decide. You called me so here I am” hesaid in a patient voice “No matter how long your decision will take I willremain here, waiting. If you want to go with me then we shall leave but if youwant me to go… then I will do so”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The little girl stared at the darkness around her. She feltthe loneliness, the despair that the place posses. She placed both her hands inher heart and closed her eyes and whispered something quietly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“I believe you have made your decision” he said quietly andhe took her hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“Can I ask for your name?” the girl asked quietly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“I don’t have to tell you because you know it” he replied asthey continued walking in the darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;TERRACE II: The Sounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;For who knows how long, the man and the young girl walkedand walked into the endless darkness without any assurance of finding any signof light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“Ummm…” the little girl asked quietly “Do you think I’ll beable to see my family again?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“What makes you think that way? Of course you will” he said.He halted from walking and kneeled to face the girl, he touched her face withboth his hands and said “We are almost there. I will never lead you astraybecause I don’t want to lose your trust”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The girl nodded quietly with her eyes still closed. Shesuddenly tightened her grip when she heard a desperate scream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“What is that?” she asked in panic but the man did notanswered. “Mister… I’m scared”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“Do not open your eyes” he instructed but as they continuedto walk, the screams were becoming more and more distracting that the littlegirl was actually shaking as they walk on. She couldn’t help imagine a lot ofthings and the more she hears the desperate screams, the more afraid she felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“Mi…Mister” her voice stuttered “I… I…” she was surprisedwhen they suddenly stopped and a very frightful scream of a familiar voice canbe heard. Tears started falling from her closed eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“What is wrong?” he asked quietly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;She didn’t reply but continued crying. She fell on her kneesand continued crying yet she kept her eyes closed. The man kneeled towards herand waited for her to speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“I’m scared…” she quietly said and continued crying “I… I…that scream” she continued crying but whenever she can, she tried to choke outthe words that she wants to say “…my mom’s… and my dad’s!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The man remained quiet and let her cry as much as she wants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“What is it about your mom and dad that makes you sad?” heasked when she seemed to have calmed down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“I… I’m not sure” she said truthfully “The voice I heardreminded me of them… Mister, are they hurt?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“Why don’t you see for yourself?” he asked quietly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“I… I don’t want to” she replied quietly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“Why?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“Because… if I see them, I might not want to get out of thisplace…” she said quietly as if trying to find the words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“Speak of the truth” he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“I’m scared to know” she quietly replied and clung on to himtightly “I’m not sure if what I’m hearing is true and… I don’t really know” andshe buried her face into his chest “I’m scared…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“My little one” he said with a calm voice that seemed tohave assured the little girl “Don’t worry, everything will be alright” he thencarried her and whispered “Trust me, everything will be alright”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The girl nodded in response and fell asleep after all hercrying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;TERRACE III: The Stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“Little one… wake up” the beautiful voice whispered sweetlytowards the young girl in his arms. The little one quietly moved and opened hereyes. She was surprised to see the light that surrounds the whole area. As iffor the first time in her life, she saw the beauty of the trees, the land, thesky, the leaves… everything was a work of art and its beauty was so overwhelmingshe started dancing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“Such beauty! Isn’t this place wonderful? Oh mister, thankyou! Thank you!” she cried happily as she stretched her arms up to the sky andhappily cheered in a loud voice “Thank you, thank you!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“I’m glad you’re happy now” he replied not leaving thedarkness of the cave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“Mister” she said reaching out towards him “Please come outto the light! It is so beautiful! Thank you for guiding me!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“Little one, do you remember me now?” he asked quietly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The girl’s eyes widened as she slowly let go of his hand. Itmade her think of who he really was. “I…” she said quietly said “I’m not sure”.She stared at her feet and felt a bit down “I’m not sure”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;She felt ashamed not to remember him at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;He placed his hand on her head and said “That is okay youngone, there will come a time wherein you will no longer be as young as you arebut you will be lost again in the darkness but don’t forget to always call forme because I will always come to your side”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“Mister… can I ask for your name so I will never forget?”she asked quietly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;He smiled as his face slowly came out from the darkness andwas illuminated by the bright light and mouthed his name. The little girlsmiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek and said “Thank you very much. You areno longer a stranger now”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“I have never been one” he said with a wink and went backinside the darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“Please help the others” the little girl cheered happily asshe watched him walk away. “See you soon, Jesus Christ”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-2473466594363245631?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/2473466594363245631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=2473466594363245631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/2473466594363245631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/2473466594363245631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-journey.html' title='My Journey'/><author><name>Merriam Grace E. Locara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936110788769174194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hvuRods0QzQ/SxJpfViaEgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rpI_FQ4WqA4/S220/DSC-9047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-7830972692068919757</id><published>2012-02-01T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T20:40:05.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfinished Story</title><content type='html'>This morning, I did something unusual: I checked the "DRAFTS" of my email. It's not really a weird and scary thing but it's more on... why did I bother to do that today? I have a long list of work to do but I had to sit down and really check my drafts one by one. So As I was browsing through my unsent emails and some links that I just saved, I saw this story that I've written that I can't remember now. It's kind of long so beware:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I closed my eyes. I can't breathe. I tried to suck in the remaining air around me but there's just not enough oxygen for my already exhausted body. I guess this is the end. Can I just say.... goodbye?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Mikan! Move out!" a short-haired woman cried as she pushed me out of the way. I was also able to react and we were able to evade the large truck that was thrown our way. Thankfully, I placed a teleportation alice in me, which made moving from one distance to the other easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Sorry..." I said. I was finding it hard to move or to breathe. We've been running around ever since I woke up this morning --I actually didn't slept. My body was weak and my mind was going blank. I had no idea what to do anymore and everything just felt like a very distant dream, a bad one at that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Move to the sides, we'll make a quick escape by that time, okay?" she confirmed. I nodded as I stared at her. This wasn't the kind of reunion my mom would probably want for the both of us. In the middle of a fight, struggling to survive. I bet she was disappointed after all the times that she had been waiting for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;My mom made a quick glance from behind where her trusted partner Shiki was waiting. They both nodded and moved. I was to move back as far as possible as they try to divert the enemies in another direction. I teleported as far as I can but though their attempt to divert them was a success, there were still some going after me. I was an easy catch. As I teleported from tree to tree, trunk after trunk, I was no longer sure where I was going. I saw a burrow and immediate teleported there and hid myself. If there was one thing I had as an advantage, I have a nullification alice. No matter how much they try to search their area using their alice, I will nullify it to hid myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Silently, I hid myself. I can hear footsteps all around me. Leaves rustling here and there. I tried my best to stifle any sound that I produce. If possible, not breathe even if I needed more air. I watched from inside the burrow. It was dark and there was no way to tell where a person is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;After a few more moments, everything was quiet. I wanted to relax but it was too early to do so. I still have to find my mom and Shiki. As I took a deep breathe, I stared at the entrance of the burrow and saw a foot. I shivered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Mikan" the familiar voice said. It was mom! I wanted to come out but I wanted to wait for her to call again "Mikan, where are you? Shiki and I are here?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I just watched her feet move in front of the burrow. I didn't move. There was something peculiar going on and I wasn't sure what. As I waited longer, I heard the female voice turn into a man. "That rotten kid is nowhere to be found"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Yeah... I can't use my alice to find her... she's a nullifier" another voice said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Let's move over there"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Sure"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;And there was silence. I hugged my knees to comfort myself. It was cold and I was alone. So much has happened and I don't know what to do anymore. As I sank into my own thoughts, I heard a loud rustling sound of somebody walking towards where I was. I remained still like earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;As I tried not to breathe, I almost screamed when somebody entered the burrow. He immediately went towards me and fell. I stared in shock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"NATSUME!" I cried in a not so loud voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"I knew you would hide here" he said trying his best to seat up but he seems so tired, he was literally passing his body weight to me. I helped him sit up but he was just too weak so I allowed him to place his head on my lap and let him rest. I stroke his hair quietly as I stared at his tired face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;As I did that, he opened his eyes and pinched my nose making me blush in surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Idiot..." he said "Stop playing with my hair or I'll burn yours"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I couldn't help but smile at what he said. After this long day, it was the most relieving statement I've heard all day. We've been running around, finding out who my parents were. Everything exhausted me. Everything was tear-jerking and I felt like my eyes were so dried out, I wouldn't be able to cry in years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Thanks Natsume" I said as he closed his eyes again. As I smiled, I couldn't help but believe that we can still have a better day after this. At that moment, tears fell down from my eyes. I didn't know why but they just fell. Not stopping but flowing continuously. I know that Natsume knew I was crying, some of my tears fell on his face but he did not say anything to stop me, he just let me cry my heart out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;The night was long but I knew it was far from over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;----O.o-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;When I woke up, I realized that I was leaning on Natsume's chest. He didn't seem to bother and he seemed like he was at peace but I immediately moved away knowing that he was more tired that I am. He didn't seem to bother that I moved, he remained unmoved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Natsume" I started as I faced him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;He didn't react. I guess he was too tired to even react. I tried to look around and see what was happening outside but I don't want to dare go out of the burrow. Somehow, Natsume's presence made the burrow felt like a home to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;As I took a peak outside, I saw the bright morning light shine upon us. I had no idea what time was it but it was bright and the sun was up. I tried to listen for any sound but there was nothing. Using my teleportation alice, I moved from one distance to another quietly. Everything was quiet, it was scary. As I searched the area more, I heard a nearby stream with it's peaceful flowing sound. I went to it with caution and washed my face. After doing so, I took my handkerchief and dipped it into the water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;When I got back at the burrow, Natsume was awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Where did you go?" he asked demandingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"I just searched the area and see if there is anybody" I said approaching him and I wiped his face. "I found a nearby stream to freshen myself up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;He didn't react anymore. He was already too weak to even stand up, let alone find me that evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Natsume" I said as I wiped his wounds "Take care of yourself"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;He didn't react. I continued to at least try to clean his wounds but he was quiet all the while. When I was finished, we sat there in peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;After probably an hour or so of waiting, Mikan felt her stomach grumble. She didn't bother to say anything about it because she knew that Natsume would be hungry too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"You're hungry?" he asked quietly. I didn't want to answer his question but my stomach kept on rumbling for me to deny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I just nodded quietly. He suddenly stood up a bit shakily and I supported him immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Let's look for food" was all he said and we went out of the burrow quietly. When I first went out, I was petrified, but somehow, Natsume's presence assured me that it'll be all okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I based this story on my favorite Manga/Japanese Comics: &lt;b&gt;Gakuen Alice&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;b&gt;Alice Academy&lt;/b&gt;. This is actually a fan-made story. So I'm a fan and I wrote this story. It's been a while since I last read this Manga. After deciding to stop reading for a while, I have lost track of the story and the characters. From time to time, I reminisce but it's not the same as before. So when I saw this fanfiction that I've made, I can't help but laugh. I actually do write about things like these? Huh? I can't help but laugh at the thought but I actually do. I have an account for writing fanfictions but even when I stopped watching animes and such, why do I still love to write? The passion for creativity and writing a good story has never died in my heart... I wonder why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://8.p.s.mfcdn.net/store/manga/34/23-137.0/compressed/i012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://8.p.s.mfcdn.net/store/manga/34/23-137.0/compressed/i012.jpg" width="209" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is my favorite scene so far. It's not because the mom died but it's the part where Natsume willingly gave his Healing Alice Stone. Natsume's life span is short, every time he uses his power called alice (his is fire), he actually uses part of his life. So when he's weak, he uses this Healing Alice Stone to heal his wounds. So why did I love this scene? Because when he gave away his alice stone, he actually gave up the possibility to live longer. Sacrifice. &lt;b&gt;It reminded me of the One who died so I may live.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the best writer out there but the passion to write never died down. I still want to write and I still want to continue writing. Recently, several stories have been developing in my mind and how I want to open a laptop and start typing about my thoughts, ideas and the story that I want to develop but I always find it awkward to write when somebody is around or when I am distracted but unlike the story above, I haven't forgotten the plot of the most recent story I had in mind. I have more than 3 stories recurring in my mind, stories that I've developed since my high school days and I'm going detail per detail in planning how the plot should go. I guess the biggest setback now is actually producing the book. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I have a confession here. Unlike before where I am willing to compromise my standards, I somehow can't and will not let my standards be compromised just because it's a story. My thoughts and imaginations are now influenced by my Christianity and I can't help but just let the best love story that God wrote for me reflect in the stories that I write. I haven't found the "one" I am to marry --if I will marry--but I do found the One who has died on the cross for me. Jesus is more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also sharing a good song on what Jesus sees in us. It's "What Love Sees" by Mac Powell :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/F4DK7arkztw/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F4DK7arkztw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F4DK7arkztw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-7830972692068919757?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/7830972692068919757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=7830972692068919757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/7830972692068919757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/7830972692068919757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2012/02/unfinished-story.html' title='Unfinished Story'/><author><name>Merriam Grace E. Locara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936110788769174194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hvuRods0QzQ/SxJpfViaEgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rpI_FQ4WqA4/S220/DSC-9047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-1709053333120731960</id><published>2012-01-11T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T00:51:17.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Vine</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://karenswhimsy.com/public-domain-images/grape-vines/images/grape-vines-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://karenswhimsy.com/public-domain-images/grape-vines/images/grape-vines-5.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://karenswhimsy.com/grape-vines.shtm"&gt;Karen's Whimsy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;John 15:1-2 &amp;nbsp;(NCV)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am the true vine; my Father is the gardener. He cuts off every branch of mine that does not produce fruit. And he trims and cleans every branch that produces fruit so that it will produce even more fruit.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Happy Day 6!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one week fasting is almost over and it happened so fast I felt like my life just flashed before my eyes. Today, I thought it was a Friday only to realize that it's a Wednesday! It's a LONG week because I never realized that I had so much time but in a way, it also felt so fast because everything's just happening one after the other. I just felt like everything's moving so fast but in a slow-mo moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm blogging because these past few days, God just kept pounding my heart, breaking it into a billion pieces. I feel hurt and torn but also at peace and well-loved. Weird? YES! God has been dealing with me and different issues of my heart that I didn't know I had before --well, I knew I had them I just didn't know how to deal with them and now, God is answering my prayers and as He deals with my issues, I really feel torn apart but so thankful for the whole thing. I feel torn apart because the process is painful: rejection, disappointments and a whole lot others but the thankfulness comes with the fact that I am part of the vine! &lt;b&gt;I am part of the vine and Jesus is trimming me!&lt;/b&gt; He is cleaning everything that hinders me from bearing fruit and I can sincerely claim that He is pushing me to go for a next level of walk with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/jRHL_en-xsQ/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jRHL_en-xsQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jRHL_en-xsQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daniel 3:17-18 (NCV) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you throw us into the blazing furnace, the God we serve is able to save us from the furnace. He will save us from your power, O king. But even if God does not save us, we want you, O king, to know this: We will not serve your gods or worship the gold statue you have set up."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Last night, I read 1 Peter 5 but because I couldn't feel that God is clearly speaking to me through that bible chapter, I decided to seek a different book. I wanted to read Nahum but when I passed by the Book of Daniel, I felt God telling me to read chapter 3 and I highlighted that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As God is trimming me from the inside, &lt;b&gt;He is also planting a heart of no compromise in me!&lt;/b&gt; A heart that seeks to honor Him more than anything else in this world. I know I can't do that but only through grace alone but I am amazed and humbled by the things God is doing to me even if it can be very painful at the moment. He is looking at something that is eternal, so the pain is temporary but the character that will be refined as I feel the fire consume me is something that will last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-1709053333120731960?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/1709053333120731960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=1709053333120731960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/1709053333120731960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/1709053333120731960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2012/01/vine.html' title='The Vine'/><author><name>Merriam Grace E. Locara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936110788769174194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hvuRods0QzQ/SxJpfViaEgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rpI_FQ4WqA4/S220/DSC-9047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-6180446018482537496</id><published>2012-01-08T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T22:29:27.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunger Pangs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thedailygreen.com/cm/thedailygreen/images/oberlin-food-de.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://www.thedailygreen.com/cm/thedailygreen/images/oberlin-food-de.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Credits to: &lt;a href="http://www.thedailygreen.com/environmental-news/latest/greenest-college-cafeterias-4608093"&gt;The Daily Green&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's DAY 4 of Prayer and Fasting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days had been AWESOME. I definitely feel weaker than before and working, analyzing and just doing the stuff I'm supposed to do here in the office adds a bit to the mental-gymnastics but that's not the point of praying and fasting. &lt;b&gt;I fast and pray because I want to be hungry and be filled with the Holy Spirit.&lt;/b&gt; 2012 has come and what better way to start the year is to seek Him. God is on top of my priority list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to share a gist of what happened the past few days, I've attend the daily prayer meetings at the VCF Pioneer Mainhall every 7pm to 9pm. I always arrive when the worship team is already singing and everyone is on their feet worshiping the Lord. I position myself in a corner where I can seat on the floor and rest my back on the wall. I prefer that because it makes me feel at home which makes the whole worship experience more personal. So as I rest my back on the whole, for the past worships, I've been crying my heart out in thanksgiving and praise to Him! He has come through for me so much and I feel so undeserving to have Him and receive His mercy and grace yet you can feel His presence there, beside you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met Jona in the 2nd day of Prayer and Fasting. She's a new believer who is excited to be water baptized. I'm amazed at how meek and peaceful she is, taking the moment that even if she's alone, she went ahead and showed up to worship the Lord. AMAZING! &lt;b&gt;The joy of worship isn't about the friends you have beside you but just that moment of singing and praising the God who created the world who cared enough to send His Son, Jesus Christ, to set you free from your sins.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's a memorable moment to just watch her sing and worship. I can't help but feel so blessed that God is calling out different people from different walks of life, regardless of age, all empowered by the Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is my first meeting with my Victory Group (VG). I discussed with them Exodus 17. I'll most probably a separate post on it but the whole point of Exodus 17 for me is how God asking us to come before Him, surrendering and obeying His will. &lt;b&gt;In surrendering to God, there is victory!&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I personally experienced that last Saturday (Day 2) when I surrendered something that is BEYOND me. I can't act on it personally and I can't go to places. I felt so powerless and unable but God is really true to His promise that if I surrender it to God, He is faithful to help you! He came through. I thank God for answering my prayers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole lot more have happened in the past three (3) days and because it's Day 4, only God knows what is to come! I know that God has prepared new surprises today and I trust Him that He will be with me in every step of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Psalm 37:23-24&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;When people's steps follow the Lord,        God is pleased with their ways.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If they stumble, they will not fall,        because the Lord holds their hand. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to share a song from Matt Redman:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/UrHl4cjhyFE/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UrHl4cjhyFE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UrHl4cjhyFE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-6180446018482537496?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/6180446018482537496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=6180446018482537496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/6180446018482537496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/6180446018482537496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2012/01/hunger-pangs.html' title='Hunger Pangs'/><author><name>Merriam Grace E. Locara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936110788769174194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hvuRods0QzQ/SxJpfViaEgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rpI_FQ4WqA4/S220/DSC-9047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-6599779114637515451</id><published>2012-01-05T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T21:46:51.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More of Him, Less of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.victoryurdaneta.org/wp-content/uploads/fasting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" src="http://www.victoryurdaneta.org/wp-content/uploads/fasting.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seven days of Prayer and Fasting!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, our church, Victory Christian Fellowship (VCF), holds a seven-day prayer and fasting just a few days after the New Year celebration. It's a good kick-off for the year to seek God and ask for guidance and grace for the whole year. It's a season of going hungry not for the purpose of diet and to lose the holiday flabs but to be filled with the Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I heard about this, I was very excited. It's 2010 and I felt that I want to join but partially hesitating. Because of my lack of enthusiasm and want to participate, I wasn't able to complete the one-week fasting and just felt like I'm more of dieting than actually praying and fasting. Fasting without prayer is dieting, by the way.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when 2011 came, I really prepared myself not realizing that God was preparing me  more. Days before the scheduled date, I've slowly loss apetite. I didn't bother eating much and I wanted to eat more fruits than actual meals and a day before, somebody told me that the fasting starts tomorrow! Of course I panicked. Last year was a mess and I don't want to mess up this year but by His grace alone everything went well. I had an amazing encounter and I feel so blessed to fast and pray and worship Him with an empty stomach with a full heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2011 has been an amazing year and I felt that fasting is a great way to kick-off the year which is why I'm participating in the fast again this year. I know it's becoming an annual thing but I have to say that even if it is an annual thing, it's not the same every year. This year, I have more specific goals and I have more things that I'm praying for. Things that I believe God is planting in my heart! Yesterday is the official day when the fasting starts and after attending the prayer and worship last night.. WOW. I feel so blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HI-s6lDmtmo/Twfa_J7-ZdI/AAAAAAAAAUY/DrptR6VqKQM/s1600/IMG_2560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HI-s6lDmtmo/Twfa_J7-ZdI/AAAAAAAAAUY/DrptR6VqKQM/s320/IMG_2560.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694761032367367634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;i&gt;This is just me being me... taking a picture of my "Angry Bird" with the "DAY 1" I made myself! hahahaha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I came to the new Pioneer Center last night, I have a lot in mind, burdens and annoyances, concerns and crazy thoughts but as we all worshiped and prayed, slowly I felt my knees giving away and my eyes crying like there's no tomorrow. God speaking directly into my heart and I felt that He loves me, He cares for me and that I seriously need Him more than anything or anyone else in my life. It's difficult to explain the encounter I had with God but more than anything else, I just feel so blessed, so loved and so happy that I can worship God forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just Day 1 and I'm believing for more encounter this coming days! Praises to God!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-6599779114637515451?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/6599779114637515451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=6599779114637515451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/6599779114637515451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/6599779114637515451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2012/01/more-of-him-less-of-me.html' title='More of Him, Less of me'/><author><name>Merriam Grace E. Locara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936110788769174194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hvuRods0QzQ/SxJpfViaEgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rpI_FQ4WqA4/S220/DSC-9047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HI-s6lDmtmo/Twfa_J7-ZdI/AAAAAAAAAUY/DrptR6VqKQM/s72-c/IMG_2560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-806253741314087338</id><published>2012-01-02T21:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T22:31:02.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Comes 2012!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKCATUhBJho/TwKQp0kkf9I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Fq_3zqPRr2A/s1600/_var_mobile_Applications_C429E020-0113-4296-81CF-52C23534A387_Documents_nameUndoModifyImage4-767243.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693271927110795218" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKCATUhBJho/TwKQp0kkf9I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Fq_3zqPRr2A/s320/_var_mobile_Applications_C429E020-0113-4296-81CF-52C23534A387_Documents_nameUndoModifyImage4-767243.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I have never imagined that 2011 will go by so fast. I, honestly, can still remember how 2011 started. It was simple and cousins stayed at our place for the new year. We were teasing each other, laughing and had to buy more than two bags of chips because my cousins and nephew are consuming it like rice. Then fast forward to my September which is the month of my birth where my expressed couldn't be drawn by any pencil, ballpen, maybe an abstract would do because I didn't realize that it's already 'ber' months!!! And now, it's 2012! Wow!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;A lot of things happened to me this 2011! If I am given a chance to tell everyone what happened this 2011, it'll be a mixture of laughter, sadness, anger, peace and love. Yes, love. It's not love for someone who will be your life partner but LOVE for my family, my friends, the people I meet along the way and love for my One and Only God. 2011 wouldn't be as great if I didn't experience all those challenges and learned a whole lot of new things even up to the very end of the year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b6XW1o351k8/TwKQqRsVnMI/AAAAAAAAAKk/g7dyZRYTwxU/s1600/photo%2B%25283%2529-769332.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693271934928002242" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b6XW1o351k8/TwKQqRsVnMI/AAAAAAAAAKk/g7dyZRYTwxU/s320/photo%2B%25283%2529-769332.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I became addicted to this game SIMPLY because I had a crush on the character I'm playing. Admit it.. he's cute :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;One of the distractions I had for 2011 is RPG games that can be downloaded at my itouch... :)) It's a distraction BECAUSE I have a gamer heart who wouldn't let a good story go unfinished and so far... I've completed only one out of the four RPG that I have. Yes, yes it's weird but because of the game's probing to buy this using actual cash, etc. isn't something I patronize which makes the whole game a lot harder than those who actually play the game and buy stuff for their convenience. But anyway, I'm going for the hard mode now... in hopes that I'll get a better pet and of course a whole lot more chance to level up. I've never really made it a point to reach level 100 but somehow I want to achieve that in this game. Yikes. Addiction! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way! One of the best way to start the year is to buy a new bible!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0lQgjtBr2w0/TwKQqCTz8rI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bCjX9VmqZLg/s1600/photo%2B%25282%2529-768037.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693271930798600882" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0lQgjtBr2w0/TwKQqCTz8rI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bCjX9VmqZLg/s320/photo%2B%25282%2529-768037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;Yup, it's my new bible and I love it. It's as big as an encyclopedia but it has good reading materials that can help you relax and just doze your mind of every now and then. There are devotionals and side readings which can help you understand the chapter you're reading better. I've had a LOT of hesitations when I bought that but what I felt I did wrong for the past few weeks is to spend on what others want and nothing for myself. So if I deserve any gift this year, it'll be a great bible for my perusal! I love it though I'm a bit uneasy in turning the pages since it's new and I don't want to destroy it in just a couple of days... haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's officially 2012 and I think I haven't gotten over 2011 as I should have but no regrets, keep moving forward in faith, love, hope and truth! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2012 everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="border-left-color: rgb(204,204,204); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.8ex; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-left: 1ex; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;b&gt;God loved the world so much&lt;/b&gt; that he gave his &lt;u&gt;one and only Son&lt;/u&gt; so that whoever believes in him may not be lost, but &lt;b&gt;have eternal life&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;John 3:16&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-806253741314087338?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/806253741314087338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=806253741314087338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/806253741314087338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/806253741314087338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2012/01/here-comes-2012.html' title='Here Comes 2012!!'/><author><name>Merriam Grace E. Locara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936110788769174194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hvuRods0QzQ/SxJpfViaEgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rpI_FQ4WqA4/S220/DSC-9047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKCATUhBJho/TwKQp0kkf9I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Fq_3zqPRr2A/s72-c/_var_mobile_Applications_C429E020-0113-4296-81CF-52C23534A387_Documents_nameUndoModifyImage4-767243.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-142007236921209232</id><published>2011-12-27T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T00:31:47.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My White Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://p.twimg.com/Ahu2Q_WCIAA3KSx.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://p.twimg.com/Ahu2Q_WCIAA3KSx.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hebrews 10:25 (NCV)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You should not stay away from the church meetings, as some are doing, but you should meet together and encourage each other. Do this even more as you see the day[a] coming.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What happened for the last few weeks? I can hardly remember! I have been so BUSY. I never realized that I'll be attending party after party, associating with people here and there and running around managing two to three things at a time. Thank God I survived, seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to help you understand everything I've gone through, it all starts on December 14, my sister's birthday. We had an unexpected dinner at Eastwood which wasn't so bad except for the crazy traffic that took us more than an hour before we can reach the place. Upon arrival, I felt rev up thanks to my family. Days prior to my sis' birthday, I've been sleeping late for reasons I do not remember now that when we got home around 10 in the evening, I sank into our sofa and fell asleep. My mom had to wake me up so I can wash up and transfer to my room --talk about tired and that's Day 1!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 2 has arrived. It's our client's Christmas Party. MPIC Christmas Parties always comes with a BAM! The energy and the spontaneity of the program, the people and even the moment just takes your breathe away and makes you realize that it's already 11 in the evening! I had been in-charge of handling all the cash gifts, cash raffle, raffle prizes and the Christmas baskets! I had my hands a bit full that night and I had been carrying Christmas baskets, hams, etc. here and there while asking people to sign the receiving copy and also bid goodbye to those who are leaving for home. I was able to go home around 1:30am. I declined their kind invitation to attend a &lt;i&gt;Banana Split&lt;/i&gt; taping at Club Mwuah but because I had a lot of obligations for the next few days and my body's dead beat after running around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Day 3 - December 16. It's the Christmas Party of VCF Pioneer for all Volunteers and Leaders. I'm so excited to attend this because I can't help but be excited for the opening of the new Pioneer Mainhall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/381674_10150453127799886_811739885_8205398_779279711_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 220px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here's a good picture of the mainhall's size... BIGGER and BETTER :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;So I was very excited to attend the party but then some concerns were raised. Tomorrow (17th) is the Christmas Party slash Outing of our company at Enchanted Kingdom. I am part of the Christmas Party committee and we still haven't finished with all the prizes, gifts, program, etc. I had to delay going to Pioneer for that and when we finally decided to just go there around 7 in the morning, we went home. I was able to come late to Pioneer and upon arrival I felt so drained. I praised God for the beautiful center but I am at the brink of fainting. After a few minutes of relaxing, I was able to recover and enjoyed the rest of the evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;It's Day 4! Whew! I woke up 6:20am instead of 5:30!!! I had to be at the office around 7am and it looks like an impossible task now. I rushed up and down our house and had to throw everything inside my bag. When I finally finished packing up, I took a cab to the office. I arrive around 8:08 or 8:12... I can't remember and I went straight to work. I printed everything I needed. Angel, Sarah and Jen were there already and I feel really bad for making them wait. On the way to Seafood Island, I couldn't help but fall asleep. I'm dead tired and the day is just starting! The program was kinda out of order but it was fun how I have been given the power to penalize people who are going against the rules. When the games started, everybody was just up to the challenge and we couldn't help but laugh a lot and just enjoy the rest of the games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/387594_2547139112797_1083370111_32273712_757527732_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Of course for every company outing a picture is a necessity! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Afterward, we went to EK. It had been a while since I last went there and I couldn't help but say I had a great time! :) The team I was with is great and catching up with Angel after being officemates for so long yet never having the chance to talk. It was smooth and simple fun and it was something that: 1. drained the energy out of me but 2. also gave me extra energy to go on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 5. The last day of all the events... my Victory Group's Christmas Party. I woke up a bit late and I seriously feel so sleepy. I wrote all my messages to them and had to rush to and from my room. As I travelled to Pioneer, a lot of things go through my mind but I couldn't help but say I'm just SO tired that I may end up fainting in the midst of it but nope. I didn't faint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The VG Christmas Party is simple and fun. It's just us, together and complete for the first time!! I feel so thankful that Monica really made an effort in making the program and just being spontaneous all throughout the whole event. I asked for any feedbacks and learnings they had for the year and listening to them has blessed my heart so much because each one of them are growing in the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/390788_2328269412197_1413550586_3122652_309878305_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/390788_2328269412197_1413550586_3122652_309878305_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here's a picture of the books I gave away this Christmas. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every party had been amazing. I haven't included the core group party and my party with my BES friends but because I don't want to overflood this with too much details, I just want to say that I am so thankful and blessed for the life I have. There's nothing more wonderful than what I have now and I have only Jesus to thank for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a song I got from &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/hjdelica18"&gt;Hannah&lt;/a&gt; that I really enjoyed. I was once lost and I had a lot of issues in my heart but because Jesus cared and loved me and helped me face my issues... now I have learned to find joy in everything that happens in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="250" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GO2prEoATH8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-142007236921209232?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/142007236921209232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=142007236921209232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/142007236921209232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/142007236921209232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-white-christmas_27.html' title='My White Christmas'/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/GO2prEoATH8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-5107361411906214254</id><published>2011-12-06T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T23:29:14.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day to Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/384366_2261188055205_1413550586_3098039_1114633261_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/384366_2261188055205_1413550586_3098039_1114633261_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's 9:30am.&lt;/b&gt; I woke up from the voice I heard. I quietly listened and recognized the voices... Monica and Dem slept over at my place to help me finish laminating all the bookmarks to be given away for the Christmas Party. I decided to just sleep again since I still feel a bit dizzy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;10:30am.&lt;/b&gt; I woke up a second time. I decided to open my bible and read a Psalm like I usually do. As I read my bible, certain thoughts came to my mind and I tried looking for a particular verse and I felt annoyed more and more by the fact that I couldn't find it. I felt a bit disappointed with myself. So I got out of bed and went downstairs in annoyance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;11:00am.&lt;/b&gt; I told my mom that there's a laminating film stuck in the machine which halted the whole process of laminating the bookmarks. My mom called our neighbor who can help us and upon doing so, I chose to reflect more --to defeat the annoyance that's keeping me from enjoying my morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;12:00pm. &lt;/b&gt;Lunch time. The machine is finally up and running and I'm multi-tasking between completing the Human Bingo Game and the lamination of the bookmarks. PRESSURE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1:30pm.&lt;/b&gt; After we had lunch, we made an agreement to leave by 2:30pm so Monica can go home and take a bath so she can attend the Christmas Party while Dem can go home, take a bath then go to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;3:00pm. &lt;/b&gt;PANIC. I took a bath, picked up everything that I need and went off. I tried looking for a cab but to no avail, I couldn't find one. I passed by a grocery and bought as many chocolates as I can which will be given away as prizes for the games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;4:00pm.&lt;/b&gt; I'm texting, calling and panicking while sitting still at the jeepney. The program's starting and I'm the program manager and I'm not even there!!!! I wanted to kick the driver to drive faster, throw the stuff I'm holding at somebody passing by just to vent out all the stress and I wanted to say cursed words just for the sake of letting all annoyance go... but I did none of those things, I just sat there quietly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;4:15pm. &lt;/b&gt;I'm at the end of my line. I just felt so irresponsible for being late and asking Eunice to run an errand for me. Responsibility theme is a killer! I felt that coming late is SO WRONG... but then I decided to PRAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;4:30pm.&lt;/b&gt; I ran for my life to get there. I felt so tired and to my GREAT SURPRISE, everything is AWESOME. The two hosts are really good and everyone's having fun. I couldn't help but feel amazed and thankful for this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time onwards...&lt;/b&gt; I don't remember the proper sequence now but I do remember thinking of a game on the spot to compensate for the cancelled game and I had to adjust and even host the second part of the program. It was quite tiring and fun but one thing I did realize... GOD is there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Psalm 46:10&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Be still and know that I am God.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know how wrong I am by not trusting in God more. I just felt like I've been a failure in trusting Him but He never fails to show me how trustworthy He is. I love You, Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;December 3, 2011. &lt;/b&gt;A day I shall remember forever!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-5107361411906214254?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/5107361411906214254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=5107361411906214254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/5107361411906214254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/5107361411906214254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-to-remember.html' title='A Day to Remember'/><author><name>Merriam Grace E. Locara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936110788769174194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hvuRods0QzQ/SxJpfViaEgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rpI_FQ4WqA4/S220/DSC-9047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-2525259767003197349</id><published>2011-11-13T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T01:19:14.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot of Good byes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--sv3hrBKNrY/TsCCqDVQSBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/bI96H_cAZjk/s1600/a1a0be27-e904-4201-b26b-8522b356bd9bwallpaper.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--sv3hrBKNrY/TsCCqDVQSBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/bI96H_cAZjk/s320/a1a0be27-e904-4201-b26b-8522b356bd9bwallpaper.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674679189447395346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow. I just realized that I've already lived 21 years of my life and it all happened so fast and yet it feels like my life is just starting. I've been for the last years of my life a Christian, a transformed individual who used to say a lot of cursed words and has a wide-range vocabulary specially when it comes to insulting, making fun and just teasing innocent by-standers. I am also quite knowledgeable in understanding green jokes or double-meaning jokes. I am an expert in forcing people to do work and to pass the blame to anyone around or just simply vent my anger out on them. I guess for the last 18-19 years of my life I've been pretty much a self-centered idiot who only cared what concerns me and the only times I've tried to care about others is when it also concerns me and then I became a Christian and everything changed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Becoming a Christian changed my whole heart, mind and soul. Even my passion! I used to addicted to anime, criminal books and even to those kind of materials that will make others puke at the very thought of it, I've tried those things and I didn't even flinch at the very sight of it. I've been involved in crazy things that made me realize is enough to get me a one-day pass to stay in the prison which I am thankful that never happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well now, people would probably think I'm boring since I'm a straight-laced (haha) person and who will do everything for the LORD. Yes and No. Yes I will do everything for God but I'm not pretty sure if I'm as good as they assume me to be. I do know the number of foolishness I've done and God knows how bad I can be and how I have daily tantrums and complaints to Him which has now spared billions out there who would've been a victim of my tyrannical wrath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a Christian is a crazy life. I'm serving the LORD by leading others to Him but more than that, I'm also praying for the grace to uphold the values that Jesus taught me. So why is this post about goodbye? Well... when I started my walk as a full-pledged and crazily-in-love with Jesus life, I've been warned, pre-warned and still warned that life wouldn't be as easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;John 15:18 (NIV)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“If the world hates you, keep in mind that it hated me first..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world hates Jesus. I know a lot of people are very open about their hate for Jesus and I don't care honestly, why? It's their life not mine. I'm not bothering them unless they bother me but more than that, Jesus will fight for Himself. He is GOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emphasis here, so life isn't as easy as before! If I had a choice, I would've chosen an easy job which requires me to just go to the office, sleep then back home. I wouldn't have to go out of my comfort zone just to reach out people I don't know and introduce who Christ is to them... so life isn't easy and funny enough, one of the hardest part of my Christian life is the pruning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;John 15:1-2 (NIV) “I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener. 2 He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit he prunes[a] so that it will be even more fruitful..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pruning"&gt;Pruning&lt;/a&gt; according to wikipedia is "&lt;i&gt;entails targeted removal of diseased, damaged, dead, non-productive, structurally unsound, or otherwise unwanted tissue from crop and landscape plants.&lt;/i&gt;" So generally, it's to remove anything unwanted or anything that hinders the plant from being more productive. The reason I'm sharing this is because I feel like I'm in a pruning season right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so TIRED and yet I still put my hope unto the LORD. I find perfect peace in Him alone. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5JAqLGSd2ac" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;credits to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;a class="author" rel="author" href="http://www.youtube.com/user/pengyangel2008" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 11px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; color: rgb(66, 114, 219); text-decoration: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;pengyangel2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-2525259767003197349?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/2525259767003197349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=2525259767003197349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/2525259767003197349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/2525259767003197349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2011/11/lot-of-good-byes.html' title='A lot of Good byes'/><author><name>Merriam Grace E. Locara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936110788769174194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hvuRods0QzQ/SxJpfViaEgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rpI_FQ4WqA4/S220/DSC-9047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--sv3hrBKNrY/TsCCqDVQSBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/bI96H_cAZjk/s72-c/a1a0be27-e904-4201-b26b-8522b356bd9bwallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-4604103193835056655</id><published>2011-05-29T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T02:28:14.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unloved. Untrue.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/250194_1726947419523_1413550586_2668417_2396714_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 650px;" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/250194_1726947419523_1413550586_2668417_2396714_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How long has it been since I felt so secured in God's love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a lot of thoughts today. Thoughts I do not usually entertain. Sad thoughts. Empty thoughts. Unhealthy thoughts. I guess it's because of the weather. Rainy days always make me feel bothered and a bit uneasy, not queasy though. The weather reminds me of a day when I cried and cried and I just let the rain wash away the tears that were falling from my eyes. I felt like there were more water that came from my eyes than from the sky. It was sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The rain is here.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I stare at the rain drops fall, I wonder. Lord, why is it raining inside me again? What is wrong? What is this uneasy feeling that I do not usually feel. I feel so... uneasy. A feeling I usually feel when we're waiting for the payroll to be approved  but also different, it's more sad and it leaves a feeling of emptiness deep inside me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's pouring hard.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember during Noah's time, they have not yet experienced rain. &lt;i&gt;(Genesis 2:5b "God had not yet sent any rain..."). &lt;/i&gt;No one has yet seen what rain is like. No one has seen water fall from the sky and quench the dry and thirsty ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;...but the rain inside does not quench.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How much longer must the rain fall inside me? I'm not sure. I am starting to feel empty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;John 16:32b ...but I am never really alone, because the Father is with me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why am I feeling empty anyway? What is the root of all of these? What has cause this uneasy feeling that is like a spider web that catches all the joy away before it can reach my heart? God hasn't left me. I'm still alive. My family will be saved. My friends are a blessing. So what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I close my eyes and listen to the rain.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Images started passing through my mind. People. Places. Events. EVERYTHING. I never realized that I had so much in mind that I never had let out. I am like a Pandora's box who had a lot of secret inside that would never have came out if nobody opens me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I opened my eyes, Jesus was there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that my heart has been opened. What should I do? Every evil thoughts, every evil desires and wrong-doings has been released. I don't want to lock them inside me again. I'm scared. Oh please help me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;...He held my hand.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I stepped out of the box where all the evil things inside me dwell, I felt ashamed. How could I keep all those things inside me? Unlove. Uncared. UNIMPORTANT. I sobbed. I didn't know what to do. It's just to much. How insignificant am I? I kneel and watch. The evil things I kept inside me is dancing. They were the reason why it has been raining inside me. They've been torturing me. They've been hurting me. They've been lying to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;It wasn't over.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I cried. Jesus reminded me of a song:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You are here you are here with me&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I go you are loving me&lt;br /&gt;I am yours and you are mine&lt;br /&gt;Forevermore"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-You are Here by Darlene Zschech&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the first time, I decided to pray:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus Christ, my Saviour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How beautiful is your splendor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You reign in Heaven Most high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the Earth below&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am nothing without You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see myself of no value&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is my purpose?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are the reason I live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever I feel lonely and pained&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look back at those days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I am in awe in worshiping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How much longer must I endure?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stare at the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember Your Holy Throne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see from there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter how tiny I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have set Your eyes on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A servant, a sinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do you look at me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you see in me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till today, I wonder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why did You love me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is it in me that You saw?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will Your love ever end?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no answer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hold it in and look at You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stare and be amazed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That the Mighty King knows me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I know why John said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Jesus much become more important,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while I become less important" (John 3:30)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's because of You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are more than &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the mind can comprehend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More than the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can ever measure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greater, Mightier, Holier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is my God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who loves this pained sinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and is now forgiven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-4604103193835056655?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/4604103193835056655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=4604103193835056655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/4604103193835056655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/4604103193835056655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2011/05/unloved-untrue.html' title='Unloved. Untrue.'/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-8513078693070550604</id><published>2011-05-03T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T05:09:22.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Toy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MeZOkKk-fXM/TcE9H58l6YI/AAAAAAAAAQk/vnw7f4pjr0A/s1600/IMG_1378.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MeZOkKk-fXM/TcE9H58l6YI/AAAAAAAAAQk/vnw7f4pjr0A/s200/IMG_1378.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602826617448950146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UuiGygCiVUI/TcE83O1cb0I/AAAAAAAAAQc/igndLSC7TCs/s200/IMG_1379.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602826330998337346" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahahaha! Sorry, I had to laugh at myself for the second picture. It was a real laugh and a funny experiment that I just did out of the moment. It's just funny that the phone covered my face and yet the camera's on. Weird. But that's me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since I lost two (2) cellphones, I've been using two hand-me-down cellphones to get through my days. I've been using my dad's old samsung flip-top phone and my sister's old nokia model in exchange of the cherry mobile phone I received from my cousin, Ate Lorie. I have no real complaint as with regards to my phones except for the tiny fact that I feel a bit hassled because I am holding two (2) phones at the same time. Haha. I just find it bulky but nonetheless, I'm thankful to just have some mobile gadgets that I can use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After some time, I decided not to load my prepaid sim and just wait for pay day. So for a couple of days, I ignored my Samsung phone and left it unused for days. Well, I still use it to set the alarm clock but aside from that, it has no purpose of use --though it receives the text messages for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it was an unexpected day when I opened my flip samsung only to be greeted by the fact that its side is broken and when you flip it open, it has a tendency to break apart (the screen from the keypad body). I couldn't afford to flip it open because it might fall apart much more worst than my imagination can comprehend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During one of our mall rounds, my mom and I checked out some cellphones. I was really reluctant but my mom urged me to go ahead and buy it. It wasn't my first choice but it's worth it. I bought a C3222 Samsung model called Samsung Punch. It's QWERTY pad and it's dual sim! Yes, dual sim! I know that there's a touch screen dual sim at Samsung but not a QWERTY one and it costs lesser than the touch screen which I highly appreciated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I stare at my phone and meddle with its settings, I wonder what God had in mind when I bought it. He knows I need it but I felt like I bought it in a rush. It's not an everyday necessity and I won't die without a cellphone but as the days passed by, people texting me, calling me and just plainly bonding with the people I love through text. I thank God. I know that I have nothing to give Him because everything is His so I lift up what is mine to Him - including my new cellphone. I have decided, just now, to name it "&lt;i&gt;SELAH"&lt;/i&gt;. I have no reason why but it's the first thing that came into my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to WIKIPEDIA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;...The Amplified Bible states Selah as "pause, and think of that". it is also suggested by some that selah is a praise and cannot be fathomed by definition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selah notes a break in the song and as such is similar in purpose to Amen in that it stresses the importance of the preceding passage. Alternatively, Selah may mean "forever", as it does in some places in the liturgy (notably the second to last blessing of the Amidah). Another interpretation claims that Selah comes from the primary Hebrew root word [calah] which means "to hang", and by implication to measure (weigh).[2] Also "Selah" is the name of a city from the time of David and Solomon.[3]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure which of the following meanings I'll take but I'll take the Amplified bible version saying that it means "Pause, and think of that". I want my phone [Selah] to make me pause and say '&lt;i&gt;Wow, who could ever imagine that God blessed me with such a wonderful cellphone&lt;/i&gt;'. I think that' awesome enough for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if I have to thank anyone, it'll be number 1: GOD and number 2: My mom for helping me look for a phone but I just really feel so thankful that even if I have no idea why God gave me Selah, I'll use it to give glory to Him forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-8513078693070550604?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/8513078693070550604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=8513078693070550604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/8513078693070550604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/8513078693070550604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-new-toy.html' title='My New Toy'/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MeZOkKk-fXM/TcE9H58l6YI/AAAAAAAAAQk/vnw7f4pjr0A/s72-c/IMG_1378.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-5353181807474322995</id><published>2011-03-04T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T09:59:23.636-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk with God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='victory pioneer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friend'/><title type='text'>Three Simply Touching Events</title><content type='html'>Here are three pictures that I want to use to describe my day that I can't fully express in words right now. These three pictures are the three funny yet greatful blessings I receive on this wonderful day!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/TXElLEN9U-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/bKnMhO2AnFA/s288/My%20Uploaded%20Photos.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'As posted earlier the unexpected free food! I shouldn't have bought some chips but should've waited for God's blessing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lesson One: &lt;b&gt;PATIENCE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/TXEli6IRqAI/AAAAAAAAAPk/5xqXOA2LXbU/s288/My%20Uploaded%20Photos.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Youth service wasn't something I look forward to but the preachings never fails to bless me. What makes me indifferent at youth service is my 'close minded' hunger for deeper discussion on the Word of God but nonetheless I'm learning to appreciate the things that God has given us. He did not allow it for my selfish sake but He allowed our youth service to continue because of the humdreds blesse every friday! Come on! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lesson Two: &lt;b&gt;The true value isn't measured by my worldly standards &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/TXEmYpvdnRI/AAAAAAAAAPo/To52lAsGqvI/s288/My%20Uploaded%20Photos.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the service, we went for a quick dinner at mcdo and Lian, the one on the left blessed us with her graciousness!!!! Thanks so much :) I am amazed and touched by the gesture and what I love most is the bonding I had with them! Nothing can be compared to a good bonding time!!! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lesson Three: &lt;b&gt;Value the moments &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God has given me so much yet I am so undeserving!! He is just amazing and I am humble to love and to be loved by Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-5353181807474322995?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/5353181807474322995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=5353181807474322995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/5353181807474322995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/5353181807474322995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2011/03/three-simply-touching-events.html' title='Three Simply Touching Events'/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/TXElLEN9U-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/bKnMhO2AnFA/s72-c/My%20Uploaded%20Photos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-121179784888632900</id><published>2011-03-04T01:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T01:26:27.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving the Freebies</title><content type='html'>&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/TXCvbNpLlYI/AAAAAAAAAPc/kiewdzV5ZZ0/s288/My%20Uploaded%20Photos.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I have always loved receiving free stuffs but never expected to receive one in an almost daily basis! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ever since I transferred from our office to our client, I underwent major adjustment including in terms of the culture! The culture is amazing and it makes me happy and positive to find a decent office like this. Everyday is like an adventure and a lot of stuff can be done - no wonder the resignation rate is very low!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Well, I'm talking about our client company.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This place has been such a blessing and I'll definitely miss it! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-121179784888632900?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/121179784888632900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=121179784888632900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/121179784888632900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/121179784888632900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2011/03/loving-freebies.html' title='Loving the Freebies'/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/TXCvbNpLlYI/AAAAAAAAAPc/kiewdzV5ZZ0/s72-c/My%20Uploaded%20Photos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-7720522392487962841</id><published>2011-03-03T00:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T00:38:42.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fasting with a gift from God</title><content type='html'>&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/TW9RiJiQrmI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/n0HjIl2ZrX0/s288/My%20Uploaded%20Photos.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Today I have take on a fast. I've been gaining so much weight plus I put all my frustration into eating so I decided to put a stop to it by fasting and avoiding eating junk food which I am very addicted to right now.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;As I took on the challenge, God gave me the grace to be so busy and not have time to think of food! Hahahaha!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Anyway, I was surprised when kuya Richard came with a plate and I asked what it was and he said "Tiramisu"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Waaaah!!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Free tiramisu! God is so gracious! He made me stop eating junkfood and rewarded me a cake for my effort! :))&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/TW9TW5xTR8I/AAAAAAAAAPU/cQLdOT9DMB4/s288/My%20Uploaded%20Photos.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Look at how messy my desk is!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-7720522392487962841?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/7720522392487962841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=7720522392487962841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/7720522392487962841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/7720522392487962841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2011/03/fasting-with-gift-from-god.html' title='Fasting with a gift from God'/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/TW9RiJiQrmI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/n0HjIl2ZrX0/s72-c/My%20Uploaded%20Photos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-2736193323517159694</id><published>2011-03-02T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T23:09:12.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New BLOGGIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hi there! I have a new blog that I've been updating for some time already. Feel free to browse through this blog. I'm still planning to update my blog here while simultaneously updating that one too. I'm writing my personal experiences there MORE. As for this blog, I'll maintain this to update on the 'random' stuff that I love doing. [Which is a LOT].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The main purpose of my other blog is to answer this simple question: why am I a princess? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's the link: http://whyamiaprincess.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and a quick peek of what it looks like right now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1v1HmVVQOzM/TW897njabdI/AAAAAAAAAPA/6CvMePcGBvg/s1600/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1v1HmVVQOzM/TW897njabdI/AAAAAAAAAPA/6CvMePcGBvg/s200/blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579746557774425554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-2736193323517159694?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/2736193323517159694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=2736193323517159694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/2736193323517159694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/2736193323517159694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-bloggie.html' title='New BLOGGIE'/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1v1HmVVQOzM/TW897njabdI/AAAAAAAAAPA/6CvMePcGBvg/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-9167706111545834977</id><published>2009-06-05T06:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T06:57:32.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Collage by MyHeritage</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*NDI2NDU1Nzc2NSZwdD*xMjQ*MjY*NjE*MzU5JnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9Y29sbGFnZSZuPWJsb2dnZXImZz*yJnQ9Jm89NzU4MzM4Y2I1ZDczNDYwMTkwZjEyMjI5MTc4NGE3Mzkmb2Y9MA==.gif" /&gt;&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/acollage/Q/8_3/c9m399_478381ea3292a45i34h699" width="203" height="232" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" target="_blank" title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.myheritage.com/collage&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://celebrity.myheritage.com/celebrity-collage"  &gt;Celebrity Collage&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/geneology"  &gt;Geneology &lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/ancestors"  &gt;Ancestors&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-9167706111545834977?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/9167706111545834977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=9167706111545834977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/9167706111545834977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/9167706111545834977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2009/06/celebrity-collage-by-myheritage.html' title='Celebrity Collage by MyHeritage'/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-7484654122979695402</id><published>2009-05-24T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T02:06:28.048-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramon Magsaysay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='benetons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friend'/><title type='text'>benetons-o4o5... memories!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I had no idea that this was still alive.. so anyway. Back in high school, I was one of the few who were moderating our class friendster... yes... back at that time, friendster is still the click website for all. If you don't have one then you're a loser! hahahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;just joking, PEACE! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, so here's the catch.. there's this 'About Me' box and 'Who I want to meet' box, right? :) Well, I placed all the names of our class there and added a certain 'description' which has a personal touch about what that person is famous for back at the time while for other, it is in reverse! LOL! Hahahaha, it's funny how twisted my mind is back in those days but nonetheless, it is fun checking out our 'old selves'.. which may still be a way of who we are right now.. I wonder what are the changes and such, I just hope it's something that's amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/ShpRYebpxaI/AAAAAAAAAOM/9Z8tn__2mRU/s1600-h/10917459904l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/ShpRYebpxaI/AAAAAAAAAOM/9Z8tn__2mRU/s320/10917459904l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339669789128902050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/ShpRYWzvMQI/AAAAAAAAAOE/DhNukFDXtkI/s1600-h/9247373755453l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/ShpRYWzvMQI/AAAAAAAAAOE/DhNukFDXtkI/s320/9247373755453l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339669787082436866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Candid moments.. well, not really. But these are the moments we get to show our own style as a class which I really love and cherish. Hahaha, I feel so old but it has been four years since the time this class was formed and not all of us are in-contact anymore... sad. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/ShpRYGqfVBI/AAAAAAAAAN8/X5iHe3Adcu0/s1600-h/757128612l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/ShpRYGqfVBI/AAAAAAAAAN8/X5iHe3Adcu0/s320/757128612l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339669782748681234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/ShpRX1HuG1I/AAAAAAAAANs/jS6lwQSUzrE/s1600-h/118916102l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/ShpRX1HuG1I/AAAAAAAAANs/jS6lwQSUzrE/s320/118916102l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339669778039446354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/ShpRX7meKOI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Z-A_5wUSGJI/s1600-h/484224930l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/ShpRX7meKOI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Z-A_5wUSGJI/s320/484224930l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339669779779037410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wow! Our class pictures!! hahaha, I bought only two copies.. the other one, I didn't.. maybe because, I didn't look as good there! hahahha! That's a funny and lame excuse but anyway, I really think that THAT is the real reason why I didn't bought that one... It's the top left copy. I don't have that, hahaha! Oh well, let's pass it off. I don't want to dig into my past! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So that's what my class looks like. I can't forget the times that we go to the mall and create a mess there! There was even that moment where Jazz got her hand hit! Hahahaha, it's because she touched the computer at some store without permission so she got scolded.. though I think there was this particular computer that we shut down and we ran away as soon as we turned it off. It's not really a good example to the next generation but as a youngster --though I still am one, I was wild. hahahaha, wilder than I can ever imagine! hahahaha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Going back to the topic.. the list below are our 'personalized description' and I'll add why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOYS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kevin King Asur &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the outstanding runner of the class a.k.a. petra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(haha, we call him 'Petra' and tease him as a horse. He's gay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Alvin Balaoro &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the most outstanding handwriter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(I remember that there was one time he kept talking to me about his handwriting.. LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mark Christopher Barbin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the most outstanding businessman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(This, everybody in class agreed! He actually collected money that is worth almost 50-75% more that the actual price of the item he was assigned to buy and his answer is simply "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Businessman kasi ako"&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mark Rossell Cabana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the most outstanding rocker of the year [addicted kay addict]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(Hahahaha, he's a rock artist. Singer of their band. He's also called "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Addict"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because of his ex-gf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ralph Cadivida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the most outstanding dancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(This may have been because he always dance! LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Russell John Cotorno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the most outstanding mathematician a.k.a. euclid [may crush kay LG]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(Honestly, he's a guy who does not study but is way way better in math than any of the boys! hahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Norzel del Mundo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the most outstanding poet [mukha daw kasing pwet!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(I never got to know this guy better... he's always absent in class!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paul Aron Elfa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the most outstanding earth saver [salamat sa mr. &amp;amp; ms. sci camp]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(Thanks to Star Gazing Camp, he won the Mr. &amp;amp; Ms. Camp... funny thing is, we weren't even rooting for him!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jerald Flores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the most outstanding draftsman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(He's one of the boys who was competing to be the best draftsman, so we already gave him the award!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kris Richard Geronimo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the most outstanding chorale member [superKAPAMILYA]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;('Toto' as we call him is part of the chorale and is always ready to defend ABS-CBN from the majority of the KAPUSO fans in the class)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ivan Justine Gonzales &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the most outstanding pop star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(Make Ivan sing and you'll go wild! hahaha, he's a super energetic singer! You'll love him!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ryan Guillermo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the most outstanding chef [mommy nia kasi sa canteen nagtatrabaho]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(As stated, his mom works at the canteen! LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stevenson Kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; the most outstanding cartoonist a.k.a the professional latecomer [sbi ni lasbe]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(If you're wondering who '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lasbe'&lt;/span&gt; is, she's our english teacher who does nothing but bring us down! LOL, anyway, she honored Stevenson as a great cartoonist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jophelito Mendoza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the most outstanding drummer [creator of super T]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(I am now wondering why a drummer when he's a bassist... hmm? Anyway, he created super T, a cartoon version of the male genitalia.. which he promoted in class.. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bril Jade Padilla &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the most outstanding cheerleader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(Cheerleader... because most of the time he cheers!! hahaha! People love bullying him!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John Rafael Santos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the most outstanding researcher a.k.a. octopus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(He looks like an octopus!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gerald Paolo Salvador &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the most outstanding recording artist [mahilig kasi mag voice record]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(I think he recorded his voice once that's why we made fun of him!! hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reydel Bryan Solis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the most outstanding guitarist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(He's part of the school Rondalia.. he is really good with the guitars)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John Paul Quitalig &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the most outstanding guy in class [gwapo daw kasi]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(He is the class crush! hahaha, He's not exactly handsome but because of his shy and timid attitude people just adore him! Even I enjoy his company! hahaha If ever you ask him to perform... he will really perform!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paul Dominique Tejada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the most outstanding in english [favorite ni lasbe]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(Lasbe again, sheesh. All she does is give people names. Anyway, Pauldo is really good in English)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ephraim Velasquez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the most outstanding speech choir member a.k.a. pepe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(Hehehe.. Pepe as in Jose Rizal's nickname! Because in our speech choir, he pretended to be Jose Rizal when he was just a boy and he did well!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vivencio Villaruz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; the most outstanding in various subjects [super talino]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(Well, though Vince would deny it.. he really study harder than any of us!! hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GIRLS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angelica Abulencia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the most excellent in math&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(Angelica is a really hardworker and she studies really hard in math. I hate 3rd year math... T_T I hate Geometry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Janice Apilado&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the most excellent MJP a.k.a. budang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(MJP or Manila Junior Police. She knows the military commands but this comes with a long story! hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jefelyn Almojuela&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the most excellent in Filipino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(Jefelyn is a career student in Filipino. Hahaha, I remember how she would recite excitedly!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Swilene Andrade the most excellent in research a.k.a jessie [ng fullhouse]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(I can't remember why Jessie of fullhouse... I believe there's a story behind this that I forgot..:O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Donna Bartolome&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the most excellent in archery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(She joined the archery team, :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Winkel Dee Bernardino &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the most excellent dancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(Winkel is really good when it comes to dancing. She's a quiet person but I assure you, she's good!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ellen Bulalacao&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the most excellent poet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(I don't remember why... but I think she does her poetry well..:P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Carmelita Calwit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the most excellent in science [consistent top 1 sa chem]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(Yup, her original competitor is Jazz.. but Jazz is a carefree person.. hahaha so Carme gets to be #1!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Diana Deborah Causo&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the most excellent cartoonist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(She's good when it comes to art!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ma. Melissa Lalu&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the most excellent in style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(Issa is a fun loving, timid girl who has a really good sense of style, :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Princess Llanillo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the most excellent in comments [crush ng bayan]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(Listen to her comments and you'll definitely laugh your heart out!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Merriam Grace Locara &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the most excellent in hair style [salamat sa chopsticks, ballpen at lapis]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(Well, who wouldn't laugh at me for using chopsticks, ballpen and pencil as hair braid.. hahaha. and you can hardly see my hair up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rochelle Ann Lopez &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the most excellent in T.H.E. a.k.a. lakambini ng bene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(She's a very girly girl but is really energetic and fun! hahaha,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Keirstine Mae Madlos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the most excellent in programming a.k.a. panot [peace!luv u kim!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(Kim is a really great programmer... If you check out her websites, you will be amazed! :D She's called 'Panot' because of her large forehead..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ma. Krissan Manikan&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the most excellent singer a.k.a. keka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(She's also a choir member)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Vina May Marvas &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the most excellent in English [crush din ng bayan]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(A lot of men has a heart for her! hahahaha! GO Vina!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dona Mary Nava &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the most excellent in rap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(You can make Dona Mary rap and enjoy her own beat!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cherry Lou Nequia &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the most excellent in all subjects a.k.a. umawit?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;('&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Umawit&lt;/span&gt;' is her line during our speech choir which comes with a really funny tone!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ma. Edualyn Pedroso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; the most excellent in declamation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(I believe this is because she argues a lot! hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rogelyn Rabi&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the most excellent in A.P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(A.P. or Araling Panlipunan.. which is generally World History. She's really good at this subject,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jazelyn Rosende &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the most excellent rocker a.k.a. addict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(She is Rascal's ex-gf. Anyway, she's a rock fan!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Annie Lou Santos&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the most excellent in math&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(When it comes to math.. no body beats annie!! She's the best in math in class!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;April Fivee Janine Santos&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the most excellent in various subjects a.k.a lola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(April is generally a hardworker and you can tell by how her tests turns out!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Charmie Sulit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the most excellent charmer [muse ng bene]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(She has this really cute smile that makes you think that she has something in mind and at the same time assume that she 'might' be innocent! hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Danica Mae Floricia Trinidad &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the most excellent archer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(She's part of the Archery team)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Shyra Valencia &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the most excellent artist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(She's the one who made the banner we were carrying at the picture above! hahaha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So that's my class back in high school, great memories. great times. I just can't have enough! hahaha, but we're all grown up now and after some though, a lot of us did changed while some changed only a tiny bit but nonetheless, we had fun and we can't help but always remember that our high school ROCKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-7484654122979695402?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/7484654122979695402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=7484654122979695402&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/7484654122979695402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/7484654122979695402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2009/05/benetons-o4o5-memories.html' title='benetons-o4o5... memories!'/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/ShpRYebpxaI/AAAAAAAAAOM/9Z8tn__2mRU/s72-c/10917459904l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-7543663706489607360</id><published>2009-05-05T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T08:09:06.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fighting game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Role Playing Game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mybrute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brutality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RPG'/><title type='text'>Brutality to the EXTREME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SgBbVFjLgbI/AAAAAAAAANk/FQc7PBEqPPU/s1600-h/mybrute1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332362376631779762" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 299px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SgBbVFjLgbI/AAAAAAAAANk/FQc7PBEqPPU/s400/mybrute1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the past few days, I've been randomnly checking out different websites for the past few days including: multiply.com, friendster.com, some game websites, and some other random websites which I can't remember at the moment... hahaha! Anyway, so at one time, my brother told me to open this website named: My Brute. Not really the kind of website title that I would LOVE but I tried it anyway. So after creating a character, you will be provided with random stats which forms the abilities of the said character.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, at first I didn't care about it much. I just played and played.. actually, watched and watched. For the first few days, I was a bit down with it because my characters wouldn't develop to become stronger ones... huhuhu. It's hard to fight when your characters are a bit weak. So I tried my best and did the best that I can to develop them to become BETTER characters but survival is difficult when they are weak so I created new characters that can possibly posses the ability that I'm looking for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SgBEQ1YF_6I/AAAAAAAAAL0/BozJSDlWIsc/s1600-h/haley1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332337014803398562" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 265px; height: 314px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SgBEQ1YF_6I/AAAAAAAAAL0/BozJSDlWIsc/s400/haley1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this is my character Haley3. She's the first random character that I've created who posses an amazing speed. At first she has a very low stat but what prompted me to continue using her is because of the trident, it took my interest. So with her trident, I continued to use her and she surprisingly turned out to be a strong character after her second level up. On the second level, I obtained a wolf-looking panther (it was what was mentioned in the level up corner) and another note to notice is that, this character haven't lost yet --at all! So for the past few days that I've been using it, it is of a no lost record! hahaha! Oh yeah, I'm so proud of it! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If ever there's anything that I can consider as my saving grace, it will be my pet panther. It's really agressive and attacks most of my enemies numerous times in a row. So withou it, I may not be able to withstand the powerful attacks of the enemy! So I need to credit my panther for its great hardwork that's why I'm winning! But anyway, I'm really excite to reach new levels with this character so I will be able to explore other stuffs about it! Yehey! Hurrah! This is why I am patiently using my character regardless of the other stuffs that I can do!! Hahahahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Character Link: &lt;a href="http://haley3.mybrute.com/"&gt;http://haley3.mybrute.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SgBKGzWfRAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ptywufvl6Is/s1600-h/sam1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332343439530869762" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 310px; height: 346px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SgBKGzWfRAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ptywufvl6Is/s400/sam1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my other character. Samantha1 is a strength type character. It was surprising because I only used her because I was soooo curious what the fan does. So I used her. It turned out that she has an amazing strength and is also open to a lot of possibilities. Unlike Haley3, she has some losses but it's alright because her fighting style is fun to watch --thanks to the fan. I believe that if I continue developing her strength, she will eventually become a really powerful character so go go go! I can do this! hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, when she reached level 3 a dog came out. Not really came out but she received a dog. It is weaker than the panther but it is still a great help slash support for my character. But anyway, even if it is not as strong as my other character, I had them face off and she still loss --it's okay though because I know that this character will become something great and I'm really excited for that! hahahaha! I am so addicted to this game now, huh? I wonder why, but i'm not really sure! hahaha! Go, go, go!! Anyway, I find the dog cuter than the panther but the panther is stronger so I like them both. The last pet that I'm looking for now is the bear! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Character Link: &lt;a href="http://samantha1.mybrute.com/"&gt;http://samantha1.mybrute.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's my two awaiting for development characters but I have others that were created earlier than these two which includes the following: &lt;a href="http://kai08.mybrute.com/"&gt;kai08&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://katleya.mybrute.com/"&gt;katleya&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/katleya08.mybrute.com"&gt;katleya08&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/kai0809.mybrute.com"&gt;kai0809&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some of the screen shots I took regarding the fights which is predestined... in a way. Who knows how, but you have no control when it happens except you just have to watch. Hahahaha,! :D I used my character &lt;a href="http://katleya.mybrute.com/"&gt;katleya&lt;/a&gt; for this particular scene. She has a dog and used a knife plus a flail. She has 80 health points, 3 Strength, 2 Agility and 3 Speed. Her opponent at that time is &lt;a href="http://thor.mybrute.com/"&gt;thor&lt;/a&gt;. He has no pet but has a health point of 80. Strenght is 4, Agility is 7 and Speed is 4. He has a knife and a curved sword plus the following specialties: Feline Agility and Fierce Brute. So generally speaking, now that I've checked the stats, he has an upperhand on me but I do have an upperhand --only a tiny bit-- because I have a pet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SgBXiMeY2FI/AAAAAAAAANE/Vg6KkE4z-6k/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332358203782518866" style="width: 208px; height: 153px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SgBXiMeY2FI/AAAAAAAAANE/Vg6KkE4z-6k/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SgBXiLN39KI/AAAAAAAAANM/TLxtpNYQZTM/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332358203444819106" style="width: 223px; height: 153px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SgBXiLN39KI/AAAAAAAAANM/TLxtpNYQZTM/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SgBXiWTuBOI/AAAAAAAAANU/s_iZ_UK2KHc/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332358206422123746" style="width: 206px; height: 169px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SgBXiWTuBOI/AAAAAAAAANU/s_iZ_UK2KHc/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SgBXipV6ASI/AAAAAAAAANc/mCq1IkQGIPk/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332358211531571490" style="width: 225px; height: 169px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SgBXipV6ASI/AAAAAAAAANc/mCq1IkQGIPk/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was surprising that I actually won, it's all thanks to the flail which cost a shocking 39 points damage to the other character. So I won, it just made me happier --given the fact that I don't see this character really strong at all. So she is strong and she can prove it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Great things are expected from great people --but those who truly humble themselves and shows no greatness are those who are truly great. God proved that more than I can ever imagine and He even showed it to me even in a simply game as such.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;REMEMBER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; In everything that we do, God is always there. He watches over us and makes sure that we do the right things. He guides us through life --He guides us through everything that we do. Believe in Him because He knows best. Listen to His words because it is the truth. In simple or great things, God is always there --that, we must all remember. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-7543663706489607360?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/7543663706489607360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=7543663706489607360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/7543663706489607360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/7543663706489607360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2009/05/brutality-to-extreme.html' title='Brutality to the EXTREME!'/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SgBbVFjLgbI/AAAAAAAAANk/FQc7PBEqPPU/s72-c/mybrute1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-6866054898364985936</id><published>2009-05-05T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T06:07:04.582-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on-job-training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thank God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the body shop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ojt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><title type='text'>Practicum Days!</title><content type='html'>If I could count all the summers that I've had in my life, I wish that this is one summer [job] that I can extend. It's not because it's fun all the time, neither is it because there's something new all the time. But the mere fact that I found a new family in the midst of the busy office work is what broke my heart when we had to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 193px; HEIGHT: 148px" height="2393" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img12.imageshack.us/img12/661/dsc01420b.jpg" width="145" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 193px; HEIGHT: 149px" height="2393" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/2781/dsc01930b.jpg" width="2626" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(On the left) The people from the HR department, not including Ms. Gherille and Ms. Bhelle. Me, Ms. Reyla, Ruby, Ms. Medy and Ms. Racquel. (On the right) Ms. Christine, Mr. Argie, Me, Ms. Char, Mr. Toni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We, me and Ruby, started out as practicumers in the Human Resource Department commonly called the HR o HRD. It consist of the following aspects of our future job: Recruitment, Employee Relations and Payroll/Incentives. Before, I had a limited aspect of what an HR should be --and mean enough to say this, I find it boring because it consist mostly of paper works and more paper works. Sheesh.. T_T But anyway, so that was the idea and honestly, I felt a bit bad when out of nowhere, my cellphone rang and Drake International contacted me!!! Waaah! I really wanted to be part of that company because that's where Judz, Lui and I applied together but sadly, I already accepted the position here in The Body Shop so I declined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The first thing that they did to us was to tour us around the whole floor, introducing us to different people, to different departments which I later memorized: Visual Management, Operations, Product, Marketing, Training and HR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Afterwards, we spent two weeks learning the ways of an HR and also... I learned that it's not really boring! We had a great working atmosphere plus we realized that everything we do comes with a reason --one of our major projects is creating bulletin board which I admit didn't turn out really well but, nonetheless, I am very proud that we were able to produce something as such. It was fun and simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 256px" height="2393" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img129.imageshack.us/img129/1184/dsc03010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 256px" height="2393" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3204/dsc03009w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 273px; HEIGHT: 201px" height="2393" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img223.imageshack.us/img223/6268/dsc03005f.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This picture is taken at SM Megamall Cinemas. It was "Earth Day" and the whole Body Shop prepared a documentary broadcast. It was in a way a unique day because everybody's family and friends came along but still, we didn't let go of the chance of not bonding together in the Photo Wall where the FAMOUS people project and get their pictures taken! This was at the time that I am part of the Training Dept. but I spent my time with the HR people. The picture below includes one of our company owners --Doc Mike as we call him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw that being an HR requires a lot patience and discipline --not that others doesn't have that-- but the mere fact that as an HR, we get to receive all the complaints of the managers or employees, etc. It's a really hard life but it's fun as long as you did your part well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When Jabum and Waki arrived, we moved out to the recruitment section for the first time! We usually just file the requirements submitted and we didn't get the chance to actually interview people and so-- the experience was something new and great! I get to hang-out in room 301 and take resumes and stuff. Though it was our last day on HR, I made the most out of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 193px; HEIGHT: 148px" height="2393" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/7199/dsc01684p.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 193px; HEIGHT: 148px" height="2393" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img87.imageshack.us/img87/5866/dsc01819.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(on the left) This is working hand-in-hand with Girbaud. I am there, in the corner, laughing while the guy nearest to me is Sir Tony of Girbaud, the only training officer. This is for employee orientation of how they should present themselves inside the shop. (On the right) This is during an in-store training where the supervisors are further trained to recognized and be aware of the JCB products.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was HONESTLY afraid when we moved to the Training department which is the last aspect of our course when it comes to office work. On the very day that we've transferred to the said department, we became part of a Launch Pack of the Japanese Cherry Blossoms or what we call "JCB" in short. The Launch Pack is a meeting among Sales Supervisor and the Area Managers. As trainers, our role is to help them familiarize with the product and be able to help them create innovative ideas so they can persuade the customers to buy the said product. We were really excited to witness the said event --every department gets to give their own share in the said Launch Pack, one of which I remembered correctly is the Visual Management or the VM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After the Launch Pack, we were assisting in different ways. At times, we were used as models --make-up models. Because there is a desperate need to use faces for whatever look that they need. I was used as the May Sale Look for the employees and later on, the Summer Trend Look for the employees and also the Summer Trend Poster Girl Look. We had a joke that my face was so exposed, it got as far as Cebu and yet, I've never ACTUALLY been there. Hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There are also times that we get to do the inventory --I was slowly memorizing all the products of The Body Shop especially the make-up and most of the skin care products. I do remember some of the fragrances, body care, hair care, etc. but not all of them. It was fun when they need this particular product, they will ask you for help because you know where they are placed! Happy, hehehe. There will even be times wherein, I will have to assist them in different ways which I find very memorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 193px; HEIGHT: 148px" height="2393" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/2603/img0386l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 193px; HEIGHT: 148px" height="2393" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img129.imageshack.us/img129/9223/img0385w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 193px; HEIGHT: 148px" height="2393" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img25.imageshack.us/img25/7089/img0384k.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 193px; HEIGHT: 148px" height="2393" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img25.imageshack.us/img25/7089/img0384k.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 193px; HEIGHT: 148px" height="2393" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img129.imageshack.us/img129/8273/img0382.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 193px; HEIGHT: 148px" height="2393" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img223.imageshack.us/img223/264/img0379c.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 273px; HEIGHT: 201px" height="2393" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img212.imageshack.us/img212/73/img0390wvm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These were the shots taken during the May Sale Look. I was the model in front of ALL the Sales Supervisor in The Body Shop --because during this Launch Pack, the provincial people were present... huhuhu. So Ms. Christine took the liberty of demonstrating the May Sale Look with me as the model. Okay, bad thing here is that I'm really having a hard time when the eye liner is placed on my bottom eyelids.. is that right? Anyway, it took some time and a lot of concentration! hahahah! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Training Department didn't start out as a family as back in the HR because most of the time, they weren't around. They were out doing in-store training which we later witnessed. But as the days went on, I've realized that they are a big happy family and they are really caring. It opened my eyes to the fact that they respect us in a way and I respected them greatly for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Beign part of the Training Department requires movement. It requires you to walk from here to there and then back and then go here then there and suddenly in all possible directions. It's always busy --especially when we get to witness another launch pack which is the May Sale or Anniversary Sale. We get to be exposed to different departments and assist in different projects. There are solitary moments but most of the time we were busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 126px; HEIGHT: 202px" height="2393" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img129.imageshack.us/img129/2817/dsc03015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 108px; HEIGHT: 202px" height="2393" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img25.imageshack.us/img25/9003/dsc03013swb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 114px; HEIGHT: 202px" height="2393" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img26.imageshack.us/img26/2622/dsc03012zfq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 178px; HEIGHT: 249px" height="2393" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/4274/dsc03016r.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 184px; HEIGHT: 249px" height="2393" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img212.imageshack.us/img212/6084/dsc03017w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(On the top left) That is me, posing. (Top Center) Donnalyn a.k.a. Waki (On the top right) Patrisha a.k.a. Jabum. (On the bottom left) is the three of us making our own personal poses! (On the bottom right) Another pose for the crowd. hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So after a quick paced days in The Body Shop --one of which we acted like stars in a premiere night -- I don't think that I'll regret the fact that I've chosen this company. I know I could have waited for the Drake to call me but I guess God told me one fact that i forgot: Keep your promises. Because way back at the start of classes, I forgot that I promised Ruby that I'll be her partner during OJT and God made me kept that promise --and He also blessed me for keeping that promise. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thank God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;... for everything. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-6866054898364985936?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/6866054898364985936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=6866054898364985936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/6866054898364985936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/6866054898364985936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2009/05/practicum-days.html' title='Practicum Days!'/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-5055045567670416913</id><published>2009-03-24T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T06:45:25.096-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on-job-training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the body shop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ojt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earth hour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earthhour'/><title type='text'>On-Job-Training reminds Earth Hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/ScjfNYGuM2I/AAAAAAAAAK0/-79ZXTPKkbo/s1600-h/3272818761_463433b001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/ScjfNYGuM2I/AAAAAAAAAK0/-79ZXTPKkbo/s320/3272818761_463433b001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316744781012808546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At March 28, 2009 at exactly 8:30 to 9:30 in the evening, different countries in the world gave their "thumbs up" in supporting the Earth Hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this Monday, I started my on-job-training (ojt) at The Body Shop, Philippines. So generally, the Body Shop is where I buy my lotions - I love their lotions!!! You just got to try them but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*ehem*&lt;/span&gt; so this Monday, Ruby and I had our official first day of work. I felt anxious at the same time uneasy with the fact that I may or may not do exactly as well as I hope I do so I kept murmuring silent prayers that somehow - SOMEHOW!!! I do something right and that I don't do anything to pull Ruby down!! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had an orientation session with Ma'am Bhelle, the HR for the Recruitment section. She toured us around the whole floor, introducing us to different people whose names I no longer remember... there's a mighty lot of them! I have to assure you on that fact and two unprepared brains like mine and Ruby's couldn't exactly comprehend all those names plus we felt a bit awkward whether or not we should say "Hi" or a respectful "Good Morning" but nonetheless, we kept our smiles coming and maintained the composure that employees ought to have - in our case, practiciumers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, we have our own i.d.!!! Oh yeah, so we can come in and out of the building without care of others but I think we are supposed to surrender them by the end of our practicum so I'm going to take a million pictures of it as souvenir and also as proof of my internship at The Body Shop! Honestly, even if it's just my second day I can't help but feel all psyched up by everything!!! \m/ rock on people!! hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was surprised that they actually have an every Monday prayer wherein they gather themselves in one big room and pray there - regardless of beliefs and religion, it is a matter that we all pray together for the company. Aww.. sweet, :) So they prayed and what's really cool is the fact that after the prayer, you get the chance to announce any good news or any additional informations that you want to share with everybody, that's why I found out about the Earth Hour, because of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of The Body Shop's vision is for pro-environment movements... which I totally love! I am an environmentalist!!!! Oh yeah, I so love this OJT! :D So I'm still reading about the Earth Hour and I want to share to you what EARTH HOUR has that we must learn from and understand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1CRs-7lRlPo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1CRs-7lRlPo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is now the video that is taken from http://earthhour.org you better check it out for other infos and stuff! I'm going to update after some time again so I'll just share whatever I can to you guys! Always believe and pray. Don't go astray from God's path and value everything around you! Rock on to God and Rock on to the people of the world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-5055045567670416913?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/5055045567670416913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=5055045567670416913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/5055045567670416913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/5055045567670416913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2009/03/at-march-28-2009-at-exactly-830-to-930.html' title='On-Job-Training reminds Earth Hour'/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/ScjfNYGuM2I/AAAAAAAAAK0/-79ZXTPKkbo/s72-c/3272818761_463433b001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-8292979394902377724</id><published>2009-01-08T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T07:09:58.782-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famous INTP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crunchyroll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intuition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introvert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INTP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perceiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perosnality test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mypersonality.info'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jung'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;----- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Read This&lt;/span&gt; -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pweor of the hmuan mnid. Aoccdrnig to a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Amzanig huh? Yaeh and I awlyas toghuht slpeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; was ipmorantt! tahts so cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you understood that, put it in your profile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this from a profile of a friend in &lt;a href="http://www.crunchyroll.com/"&gt;Crunchyroll&lt;/a&gt;, it's an anime community that hosts different anime shows which you can watch for free as long as you register and there are paid accounts which goes for the usual premium accounts and stuff, mine's the free though... I don't have money to have a paid account. Anyway, the reason why I am talking about that and posted the one above is because I found it interesting. I read this long ago in &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.fanfiction.net"&gt;Fanfiction.net&lt;/a&gt; and after that, I forgot where I read it and wasn't able to obtain a copy of this one. I find it rather interesting to have someone ACTUALLY read this because it's a bit weird... recalling how I first read it, I didn't even realized that the words were jumbled until I reached the part which stated that it was jumbled and that made me a bit conscious which makes the reading a bit more difficult but overall, reading it with an absent mind helps, hahahaha! Isn't that fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I also saw in a friend's homepage about &lt;a href="http://mypersonality.info/"&gt;My Personality&lt;/a&gt; that is posted. As a behavioral science major, I felt interested but at the same time bored because I had too much of those personality tests last semester but it wouldn't hurt to try another one because I usually see online personality tests as unreliable but when I went to this site, their test seems to be more informative because it clears the fact that it actually uses Carl Jung's personality types. In a way, I understand how simple the test is because I took it up before but because it's already more than 6 months, the test results are valid: I am an INTP. I stands for introverts, N for Intuition, T for Thinking and P for Perceiving. Don't take the words as for what they mean in the dictionary because in psychology they come with a different meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin: 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin: 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;INTP - The "Engineer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;INTPs are logical, individualistic, reserved, and very curious individuals. They focus on ideas, theories and the explanation of how things work. They are especially adept at discussions and debate. They have the ability to focus intently on a subject. They appreciate and respect intelligence in others.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;taken from mypersonality.info&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That is a quick way to describe me according to my test result, according to statistics, only 1% from the female population will posses this kind of personality. So this means I'm a bit special, hahahaha. Anyway, I usually thing a lot and I treat myself as an individual and yes I am reserved but at the same time, I savour the idea of learning something about other... not the gossip type but rather trying to find out who they are and why they do this and that. The part about discussion and debate is true because I love speaking my mind out as long as I know I have a point and though I am not sure if I have an ability to focus... I'm a lazy ass. Hahahahaha, but yes, I really respect others who are intelligent, just like my dad! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to share some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FAMOUS&lt;/span&gt; INTP pipz who are the same as me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="margin: 0pt 0pt 0pt 18px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abraham_lincoln" target="_blank"&gt;Abraham Lincoln&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;i&gt;American President&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Albert_einstein" target="_blank"&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;i&gt;German physicist&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Kate_Ashley_Olsen" target="_blank"&gt;Ashley Olsen&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;i&gt;actress (Full House)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blaise_pascal" target="_blank"&gt;Blaise Pascal&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;i&gt;French mathematician&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bob_Newhart" target="_blank"&gt;Bob Newhart&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;i&gt;comedian, actor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brent_Spiner" target="_blank"&gt;Brent Spiner&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;i&gt;actor ("Data" on Star Trek)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mypersonality.info/personality-types/carl-jung/" target="_blank"&gt;Carl Jung&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Swiss psychiatrist&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblelife.org/evolution.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Charles Darwin&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;i&gt;English naturalist&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gerald_Ford" target="_blank"&gt;Gerald Ford&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;i&gt;American President&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Madison" target="_blank"&gt;James Madison&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;i&gt;American President&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jeff_Bingaman" target="_blank"&gt;Jeff Bingaman&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;i&gt;U.S. Senator&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Quincy_Adams" target="_blank"&gt;John Quincy Adams&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;i&gt;American President&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Tyler" target="_blank"&gt;John Tyler&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;i&gt;American President&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Kate_Ashley_Olsen" target="_blank"&gt;Mary-Kate Olsen&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;i&gt;actress (Full House)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meryl_Streep" target="_blank"&gt;Meryl Streep&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;i&gt;actress&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Midori_Ito" target="_blank"&gt;Midori Ito&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Japanese figure skater&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rene_Descartes" target="_blank"&gt;Rene Descartes&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;i&gt;French philosopher&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rick_Moranis" target="_blank"&gt;Rick Moranis&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;i&gt;actor (Honey, I Shrunk the Kids)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Socrates" target="_blank"&gt;Socrates&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Greek philosopher&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Harvey" target="_blank"&gt;William Harvey&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;i&gt;medical doctor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_James" target="_blank"&gt;William James&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;i&gt;American psychologist&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken from mypersonality.info&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! I bet you want to be an INTP now but you know... I used to be an ENTP... I wonder why I turned Introvert now? :O Introverts are reserved individuals. They prefer to be alone by themselves why Extroverts are those who enjoy mingling with society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://katleya0908.mypersonality.info/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 384px; height: 133px;" src="http://badges.mypersonality.info/badge/0/12/123940.png" alt="Click to view my Personality Profile page" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this nice? :D I get to customize my profile!! Awwww! My intelligence tells me I'm a logical and verbal person.. wee!! Isn't that great? I'm a naturalist and I value interpersonal relationship over intrapersonal relationship. I have an above average body or corrdination and I am weak in the arts... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sigh* &lt;/span&gt;Sad... and to think I have a great love for art!! :O Huhuhuh, oh well, I can't really force art into me! hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is it! Try it for yourself! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-8292979394902377724?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/8292979394902377724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=8292979394902377724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/8292979394902377724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/8292979394902377724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2009/01/read-this-i-cdnuolt-blveiee-taht-i.html' title=''/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-8713376678234842631</id><published>2009-01-07T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T07:01:10.524-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Role Playing Game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FFVII'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cloud Strife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Final Fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RPG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cosplaying'/><title type='text'>CLOUD STRIFE: Can you believe this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l231/hedyd4meiliv4him/Final%20Fantasy%20Pics/FinalFantasyVIIAdventChildrenCloud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 271px;" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l231/hedyd4meiliv4him/Final%20Fantasy%20Pics/FinalFantasyVIIAdventChildrenCloud.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet a lot of people are aware who this guy is... of course, who wouldn't? Because this guy is part of the game that inspired the next generation of games and has revolutionized the beauty of 3-D games, Final Fantasy by Square Enix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brief overview on Final Fantasy is the fact that it actually started with FFI which is a simple gameboy game, black and white 2-D graphics wherein there are consistent character types within the story. This is an RPG or Role-Playing Game. From FFI, came FFII until it reached FFVI. After the sixth installment, the seventh is the one that they first introduced to be played using the Play Station and the is Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children. The guy in the picture is the person you will be controlling once the game starts, he is Cloud. Cloud is generally a cold-distant guy and he has the attitude towards people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I became familiar with FF is because a lot of people are playing it and a lot of them are getting hooked to it and when I played FFVIII, the story about Squal Leonhart and Rinoa Heartily, I realized the beauty of the game and the joy I felt with the cool features of the game that even I couldn't help but feel that I am part of the game. Before I played it, because I am a gameboy advance addict, I actually tried the Final Fantasy Advance Tactics which follows the format of the first six installments though it has better graphics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the reason I am posting about this guy is because of these pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img125.imageshack.us/img125/3728/1842696721c5a6013c2epr6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 248px;" src="http://img125.imageshack.us/img125/3728/1842696721c5a6013c2epr6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this is Cloud, the same guy you saw above but what caught my attention is the fact that this is an actual human being who just wore a costume to impersonate Cloud and somehow, he was able to capture Cloud's look, I know not totally but from all that I've seen this is one of the best and a truly recommended at that to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img176.imageshack.us/img176/5290/cloud5tm9ss3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 281px;" src="http://img176.imageshack.us/img176/5290/cloud5tm9ss3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this is still Cloud but if ever you click on the picture and zoom it and notice the shape of his face, this guy is actually not Cloud and just another fan who cosplayed him and I have to say... WOAH! This is totally awesome to be a cosplay though there is a proof that it has been edited, in a way, because of the data-like movement along his head to his back.  I guess what attracted me to this picture is the calmness I always wanted to see in Cloud because all his life he never had a chance to loosen up because he felt miserable because of all the people who died... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sight*&lt;/span&gt; I bet if anyone who read this and is aware of Cloud's story will understand, :) But anyway, try searching his story.. you'll love it plus this RPG is phenomenal so if you have no idea what it is... you are definitely so behind!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if ever you find it interesting and started searching for this game and by chance has a copy.. send it to me... waaah! Because I still haven't played FFVII but I was able to play FFVIII! Isn't that absurd? But anyway, every FF aren't connected anyway but still... I want to play this and share the passion fans have!!! Oh yeah! \m/ rock on Cloud Strife!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-8713376678234842631?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/8713376678234842631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=8713376678234842631&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/8713376678234842631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/8713376678234842631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-bet-lot-of-people-are-aware-who-this.html' title='CLOUD STRIFE: Can you believe this?'/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l231/hedyd4meiliv4him/Final%20Fantasy%20Pics/th_FinalFantasyVIIAdventChildrenCloud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-5289634960001722635</id><published>2009-01-06T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:22:35.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plurking it!</title><content type='html'>It's honestly been some time already before I was able to realize that I'm into a new fandom. I wasn't even able to update my blog because I was so busy reading manga and writing random stuffs and doing "this" that I realized... what is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's simply "Plurk".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently discovered this site where Ikang invited me and I got hooked here because it updates regularly to the posts of your fellow Plurk-mates and it is similar to an online chat box except that it's through the browser and you can customize your site. It's easy to share pics, links and even videos here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole system of Plurk is to gain more friends and at the same time, earn "Karma points". Karma is the point system here. For every post and every reply made, the karma increases gradually and the more friends you invite, the more point you will have in your karma. The benefits of the karma system is the emoticons or commonly known as the smileys. The smileys vary depending on the karma points that you have, the higher the karma the cute the emoticons and one of my over-used emoticon is the dancing banana, hahaha, poor banana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Plurk revolutionizes the idea of simple chatting into a blog-like chat room where you can post "Status" or "Share" links that you would usually post in your blog, it's fun to explore and learn. The more friends you have in Plurk, the better because it makes the whole thing more interesting in its own way and the fact that Plurk allows you to have friends from all over the world is another bonus. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table style="border: medium none ; width: 300px; height: 213px; border-collapse: collapse;" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4" height="166"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="high"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" data="http://plurk.com/static/flash_widget/PlurkWidget.swf?id=3311177" width="100%" height="166"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://plurk.com/static/flash_widget/PlurkWidget.swf?id=3311177"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="internal"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td background="http://www.plurk.com/static/flash_widget/bg_left.gif" width="6" height="47"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="http://www.plurk.com/static/flash_widget/bg_cent.gif" width="auto" height="47"&gt; &lt;a href="http://plurk.com/redeemByURL?from_uid=3311177&amp;amp;s=6" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.plurk.com/static/flash_widget/follow.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="http://www.plurk.com/static/flash_widget/logo.gif" width="95" height="47"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="http://www.plurk.com/static/flash_widget/bg_right.gif" width="7" height="47"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-5289634960001722635?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/5289634960001722635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=5289634960001722635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/5289634960001722635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/5289634960001722635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2009/01/plurking-it.html' title='Plurking it!'/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-225827770057981102</id><published>2008-12-20T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T06:08:31.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Cham!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SUz1OD-iHEI/AAAAAAAAAJg/IePQzj4mEzU/s1600-h/boy_girl_symbols.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SUz1OD-iHEI/AAAAAAAAAJg/IePQzj4mEzU/s320/boy_girl_symbols.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281866084933311554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been tagged by Cham! Sorry for the late update... I've been busy with PLURK! hahaha! Thanks Ikang for inviting me there! hahahaha! :D The challenge this time is to post the turn on and off that I have towards the opposite sex... I'm a girl so I'll be talking about a guy! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The OFF...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Attitude&lt;/span&gt; - what I hate most is when the guy is so full of himself. Honestly, dude! Don't you know what HUMILITY means? Flattery will get  you nowhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pushy&lt;/span&gt; - I hate it when they try to boss me around&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flirt&lt;/span&gt; - Just tell me honest facts and stop with the lacy words! GAY! hahahaha! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Insincere&lt;/span&gt; - Need to explain?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disrespectful&lt;/span&gt; - honestly.. can't you get any worst?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Discriminating&lt;/span&gt; - die dude! DIE!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selfish &lt;/span&gt;- so much for a human being! Grr...!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dishonest&lt;/span&gt; - Hmp.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't think but I bet there's more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ON...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kind &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- the dream boy! hahahaha! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sincere&lt;/span&gt; - this is based on experience! hahahahha! XD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Funny&lt;/span&gt; - the easiest way to a girl's heart is by making her laugh!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Active&lt;/span&gt; - it's good to have someone who's always full of energy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Understanding&lt;/span&gt; - i need a lot of that! :p&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt; - something we ALL need&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Persevering&lt;/span&gt; - Go go go till the end!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Family-oriented&lt;/span&gt; - so am I! :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I bet there are lots more but those are what I have in mind right now! :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I can't think of any individuals to tag.. I'll update this later for further reference but anyway! Thanks to everyone who were worried for me and helped me make it through the heavy storm! Oh yeah! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-225827770057981102?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/225827770057981102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=225827770057981102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/225827770057981102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/225827770057981102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2008/12/tagged-by-cham.html' title='Tagged by Cham!'/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SUz1OD-iHEI/AAAAAAAAAJg/IePQzj4mEzU/s72-c/boy_girl_symbols.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-4027170500234902070</id><published>2008-12-14T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T17:09:38.149-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sensitivity training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>3 Days of Pain!</title><content type='html'>GUYS! I MISS YOU SO MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you miss me? :D heheheh, well I did and very much and I have to say that you guys are the reason why I blog right now and no one else. Anyway, I'm really tired after that darn 3-day camp and I never felt so tired and depressed and... grr, can't find the perfect words but I assure you, it's almost like you're alive but you're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be thanking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; a lot for taking care of me throughout the sensitivity training because without Him, I would have probably died right now from the pain I've experienced. I am really sad and lonely and I don't really know what to do during the camp... I have to say that there were people who took care of me even if I'm not their responsibility and they showed great care and love for me... and I want to thank them for always... ALWAYS sharing with me their joy, pain and even their most embarrassing moment! hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... it's because there were people back there who was supposed to be the ones I love more than anyone in the crowd who survived the whole training session without even saying 'hi' or 'hello' to me when we see each other. Honestly, that slapped me in the face... and it made me realize how unimportant I was to them... I must never question their love for me but during the sensi training, I couldn't but feel that way. We met, numerous times, but they always... ALWAYS seem to ignore me or not see me at all and not even a single entity from them asked 'Where were you?' for all the times I wasn't with them. I guess it really came down to the truth how worthless I am... worthless... worthless and worthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, a rationalization came into my mind last night, whenever I express my real feelings to them... it only brought about trouble and whenever we are all in a-okay state this occurs. It's hard to hold on into a relationship that hurts you more than anything else... call me a coward but I've decided to move on and stay distant from them because even when I approached them it only establishes a temporary closeness and... that closeness makes me happy and it makes me feel whole again like the former pain, like this, is something I can forget but this can't keep going on because one day it will kill me, it will succumb me and one day... it will destroy my totality as a person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shheeeeesh, drama till today? At the very least, I'm not as emotionally unstable as yesterday! hhahaha! It was funny how emotionally indifferent I was with everybody and how sad I would easily get whenever someone raises their voice to me or when someone nags me I'll be all 'SHut uP!' hahaha, :D SORRY to all the people who got dragged in on this mess... May &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; guide us all and help us in everything we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and for that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MAY GOD BE PRAISED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-4027170500234902070?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/4027170500234902070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=4027170500234902070&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/4027170500234902070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/4027170500234902070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2008/12/3-days-of-pain.html' title='3 Days of Pain!'/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-2628698974392966614</id><published>2008-12-11T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:22:04.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone for three days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SUFZq5cYSSI/AAAAAAAAAJY/mCSAQXdZScY/s1600-h/SadFace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 127px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SUFZq5cYSSI/AAAAAAAAAJY/mCSAQXdZScY/s320/SadFace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278598831764162850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here is a very sad news:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For THREE (3) whole days I'll be gone! This is so devastating.. huhuhu, starting from tonight (which is actually 2 in the morning) up to Sunday here in Philippines and Saturday on the other side of the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't really something I PLANNED to happen but because my course required me to attend this 3-day training, I am given no other option but to go. I know three days is fast... but I love blogging so much I'll miss you guys! Take care and God bless, :) I pray for your welfare!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-2628698974392966614?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/2628698974392966614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=2628698974392966614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/2628698974392966614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/2628698974392966614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2008/12/gone-for-three-days.html' title='Gone for three days!'/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SUFZq5cYSSI/AAAAAAAAAJY/mCSAQXdZScY/s72-c/SadFace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-2009372194675253420</id><published>2008-12-10T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:22:47.462-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enjoyment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nickname'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='name'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>I've been TAGGED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="h2"&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay... I am finally posting something. I couldn't find enough time to post something but anyway,&lt;br /&gt;thanks &lt;a href="http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bianca&lt;/a&gt; for tagging me! hehehe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RULE&lt;/span&gt;: list all the names that you were called by and the people who call you that. tag at least 10 people of your links and give a comment on their site for them to know they've been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Katleya&lt;/span&gt; - well actually, I created this nickname... I think I got it from a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;notebook&lt;/span&gt; named Cattleya and because I watced an anime with a name that is pronounced the same way and I found it cute... I just had to use it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Megumi&lt;/span&gt; - this started back in high school. This is related with my other nickname which I'm going to add as next in my list! :D hehehe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meg&lt;/span&gt; - this is my most PROMINENT, FAMOUS and COMMONLY USED nickname, not that I'm complaining, but anyway... ever since I started using this everybody had the tendency to actually assume that this is my ACTUAL name! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mirr...&lt;/span&gt; - Blame my sister for that! Whenever she feels that pronouncing my real name is tiresome she'll shorten it in that manner! hahaha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grace&lt;/span&gt; - My infamous nickname. This is actually where my 'G' for meg came from. There are only a certain number of people who call me that and they use that to actually MOCK me... grr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meglat&lt;/span&gt; - I'm going to give Roujo the credit in this one. He called me that out of nowhere and I don't know why! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ran&lt;/span&gt; - Well.. I know this is out of nowhere but this was taken from the anime character from Super Gals! They told me that she was like me in anime version.. well, I don't exactly wear the same clothes as she does but it's more on the personality because we are both so loud and both a troublemaker. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ram&lt;/span&gt; - actually, our trainer for our speech choir misread my nickname 'Ran' into 'Ram' which is my nephew's name! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Defensor&lt;/span&gt; - My real name is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Merriam&lt;/span&gt; so ever since I was a kid they kept calling me that which is the name for a senator here in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bookstore&lt;/span&gt; - blame Merriam Bookstore for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meggy&lt;/span&gt; - I don't know why they call me that but they actually do! It's kind of like a dog-name for me since I love to call my dog in a similar manner... =P hehehe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Locara&lt;/span&gt; - Another credit for Roujo.. he used to call me that! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bez&lt;/span&gt; - heheheheh! :D I credit Rogelyn and Ica for this one but the reason are two different things and it's two long... I'll share it with you next time! Just remind me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Merriam&lt;/span&gt; - this is actually NOT-A-NICKNAME but since Janice kept calling me that... again and again and again and so does my mom and dad... well, who wouldn't think of it as a nickname? right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marge&lt;/span&gt; - this is a nickname that only 2 people in the world call me or has the right to use... :P It's something personal.. hehehe, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that wraps it up!! :D That's ALL my nicknames ever since I was borned here on earth and... well! Hahahaha, have a good laugh with them! :D Thanks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://biancamediatrix.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bianca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;for tagging me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I tag: &lt;a href="http://kaibigangjazz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jazz&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://burstimpression.blogspot.com/"&gt;ikang&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.fuchsiacurlz.blogspot.com/"&gt;cham&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://monkeymonitor.blogspot.com/"&gt;tanchi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://myeternalhaven.blogspot.com/"&gt;iris&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://janel-ism.blogspot.com/"&gt;janel&lt;/a&gt;! :D Enjoy guys, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-2009372194675253420?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/2009372194675253420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=2009372194675253420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/2009372194675253420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/2009372194675253420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay.html' title='I&apos;ve been TAGGED!'/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-4386620455449332629</id><published>2008-12-02T05:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T05:45:37.086-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enjoyment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RED BOX'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karaoke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friend'/><title type='text'>RED BOX: The box that we love</title><content type='html'>Second year, this is the best school year I’ve had ever since I’ve entered high school. It’s when all the jokes have been shared, all the laughers have been laughed and all the memories have been shared – not that I’m saying that there’s no longer any memories being shared. Well, let’s just say that for a very unusual group setting… we created great memories together and advocated great change in each other’s lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our most sought-after places after every exam will be most likely: RED BOX at Trinoma. Well, the reason that we went to RED BOX was because Mauro (call him Mau) told us of how great the place was plus we wanted to sing our heart out without having anybody hearing us from the other room – that happened when we went for a karaoke at World’s of Fun.. sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img411.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc03802gj4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img411.imageshack.us/img411/3296/dsc03802gj4.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img206.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc03797se2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/7045/dsc03797se2.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So here are the first batch of individuals who have been the 'catalyst' of change! Starting with me in the left most corner, Lui, Albert, Jigo, Mau and Sarah... of course Sarah's the girl and Mau's the guy so if ever they did moved well... you can identify them easy! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first batch of RED BOX advocates will comprise of yours truly, Luisa (she’s my mom in our family tree and call her Lui), Mauro (since he came up with the place, he’s Sarah’s girlfriend), Sarah (she’s our family dog, if you’re wondering why, I’ll explain some other time! :D), Albert (he’s Lui’s brother and my so-called father since I have no dad… but he’s not Lui’s husband *giggles* ‘…that’s incest’ according to Lui) and there’s Jigo (our family gardener/dancer, I’m the one who gave him those positions without his consent). The great thing about this batch is that we’re on an experimental mode and another fact is… people here goes in pair. I won’t deny that I had a thing for Jigo back at this time so I was happy that he is with us – he’s from a different  section from ours and there’s Albert, also from a different section but not Jigo’s classmate, who has a thing for Lui and there’s Mau who is Sarah’s boyfriend. Hahahaha. Talk about couples on a date, but anyway this was indirectly planned. (Yeah, right!! Hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so that’s us. The first crew to explore the depths of RED BOX. The first and foremost problem we have encountered was how to operate the machine. Bwahahaha. Funny right? But Jigo found a way so after that we kept on plugging in all the songs that we know regardless of which and what as long as it sounds familiar, it pass!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img380.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc03793sq7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img380.imageshack.us/img380/592/dsc03793sq7.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img229.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc03782fx2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img229.imageshack.us/img229/4952/dsc03782fx2.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So here are more pics... I wonder when we took this! I can't really recall to be honest! hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our share of personal songs but most of them were group and mostly rock, by the way, and we sang regardless of the fact of whether or not we were in tune. As long as the lyrics goes on and on so does our voices. Actually, I have my own share of videos of what we do inside the karaoke room. Hehehe, we’re actually kind of wild and the only place I’ll be posting it will be here, in my blog, so only a selected few will be viewing it. A side note: Most of the videos doesn’t include me since I’m the one taking them!! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we sung random songs and even went wild in some parts… well, mostly Sarah went wild. Not me, I am such a behaved individual. (Who am I fooling?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s the first batch of the RED BOX people. The 6 of us are the advocates of change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img370.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc03779je6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img370.imageshack.us/img370/8100/dsc03779je6.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...not only are these pictures from the same angle, most likely self-timer, but they are almost of the same place... oh wait, I moved here so it's not really the same! hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second batch of RED BOX people: yours truly as always, Sarah, Lui, Mau, Albert are the survivors from the first batch with Jigo eliminated and the new crew members are: Janel and Jay. Janel is my older sister in the family, which is Lui’s family, and Jay is my older brother but I think he’s supposed to be younger than Janel… that! I am not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img254.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc06020wl7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img254.imageshack.us/img254/7355/dsc06020wl7.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img229.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img4563cg0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img229.imageshack.us/img229/1207/img4563cg0.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Welcome Janel and Jay! i've notice a difference between the two pictures... one seems like we were on normal colors while the one on the right shows us - looking all yellowish! hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re not exactly in pairs now but anyway, honestly, this is the wildest batch that I’ve been with. I’m not sure why but I do remember that when the boys left the room for a CR break and my song – which is Thanks for the MMRS by Fall-Out Boy played – and I took the microphone… well, we, girls, went wild and jumped all over the room. I guess the song is familiar to all of us, plus it’s rock, plus it makes you want to jump, plus… we just had to do it all. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img229.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc06106kp9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img229.imageshack.us/img229/2499/dsc06106kp9.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img380.imageshack.us/my.php?image=1007358ij2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img380.imageshack.us/img380/5829/1007358ij2.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So that's me and Jay going solo... hehehe! The pic on the right doesn't include Janel since she left earlier... awww.. sad, but she already maximized the fun when she was still around! Oh yeah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, aside from that, I remember the boys trying to sing some rap… like the song Wasn’t me but I’m not so sure right now… hmmm, that made me think. But anyway! The fun part about this batch is that we’re more familiar with how to put our songs in the playlist, the room was larger and the crowd is more rocking crazy! Hahahaha, it was so crazy that I couldn’t help but laugh at the mere memory of it. I guess we just had to do all the craziest stuffs that go in our mind. I even remember Janel singing some solos but I won’t post those since she’ll probably be embarrassed to see them but I assure you, she has a really good voice – unlike mine, so coarse. Hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third and so far the last batch has occurred just last semester. We’re practically third year students now!! Hurrah for surviving up to this point! And I do hope we can survive till our target graduation date!! Yahooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This batch is a lot more than the previous ones and sadly, the room is way –way – more smaller than I can ever imagine!!! I used to sleep in the couch but this time I can’t because the chair isn’t enough to even accommodate all of us! Can you believe that?! Talk about service! Hmph! Hhehehe! I even remembered meeting a friend there once and there was 16 of them and they got a room which includes a pool table! So why can’t we have that? We were around 9 people at that time… huhuhu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img385.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img6671yh3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img385.imageshack.us/img385/1925/img6671yh3.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So here is the new batch of  RED BOX individuals and you must admit it.. we are so crowded!!! hahaha! There were so many people I just can't help but say "How the heck did we fit there?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the following people are the participants: there’s yours truly surviving all three RED BOX gathering, Lui and Sarah from the first and second batch too! There’s also Janel from the second batch. Hurrah, then here are the newbies: Iris (she is our ultimate ancestor… actually, she’s my grandmother, Lui’s mom), Gian (she’s Lui’s sister and Albert’s indirect sister which I don’t know what happened… hmm, I’m the one messing with the family tree), Mark (the YFC family calls him Marky since there’s an overpopulation of Marks over there but he’s not part of the family, he’s a very close-at-heart friend of ours), Margot (she’s new in the family and she’s the chef/carpenter of the family) and lastly, there’s Crystia (she’s new in the family also and is not yet included in the family tree).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, this batch is consisted of majority of girls. Yes, I know that: the fact that there will be less rock songs. Well it happened but I had fun nonetheless because Gian promised not to sing a song but once the Backstreet boys appeared in the screen, she completely monopolized the microphone without second though and they went all –Backstreet back alright!!! Hahahaha, sadly, Lui, Iris and Crystia had to leave early leaving me, Sarah, Janel, Mark, and Margot behind. We maximized the time we had and the worst case scenario was – when they kept on restarting the whole machine and we got cut-off from our singing time!!! Grrr! How could RED BOX be so unfair?! *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img162.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc00050vz9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img162.imageshack.us/img162/4426/dsc00050vz9.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img296.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc00041xf3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img296.imageshack.us/img296/9639/dsc00041xf3.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't laugh at the picture on the right. I know Mark looks like some 'chosen one' kiddo over there but he's not and it was a product of boredom since they kept on restarting the machine so we took the time to make a photoshoot! Anyway, on the picture on the left are the people who remained late, Janel, Mark, Sarah, Gian, Margot and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway… that’s how I enjoyed my RED BOX days.. not that I’m saying it’s over. It just started so why end it so soon! I know there will be a lot more memories to be shared as long as I have my friends with me – always!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are the videos that I've recorded... these are just SOME of them. Don't worry, they are not hazardous to your health... actually, they are!!! :D hehehe! Anyway, enjoy and watch them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Batch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/kai_Li/kadiringdrjones.flv" width="348" height="261"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/kai_Li/outtonight.flv" width="348" height="261"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Batch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/kai_Li/janel-unangbiritifever.flv" width="348" height="261"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="348" height="261" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/kai_Li/sarahmauandjay-lasing.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Batch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/kai_Li/sinubukangmagspicegirls-sarahandgia.flv" width="348" height="261"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/kai_Li/sinubukangmagspicegirls-sarahandgia.flv" width="348" height="261"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-4386620455449332629?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/4386620455449332629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=4386620455449332629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/4386620455449332629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/4386620455449332629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2008/12/red-box-box-that-we-love.html' title='RED BOX: The box that we love'/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-8606304654176256917</id><published>2008-11-20T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T20:32:59.661-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YFC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lord'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friend'/><title type='text'>YFC Camp: CHOSEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img74.imageshack.us/img74/8779/togethergj6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 106px;" src="http://img74.imageshack.us/img74/8779/togethergj6.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is a picture during the camp. We posed - using &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roujo's&lt;/span&gt; cam - this is after eating breakfast. It was really fun. So the person at the back is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goodie&lt;/span&gt;, he's the one doing all the weird poses. Just joking Goodie. Then there's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jzan&lt;/span&gt; (pronounced as Shan) beside me wearing pink then there's me at the center wearing green! :D There's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janel &lt;/span&gt;on my other side wearing a college shirt - loyalty to our college! XD Then the one in front playing with her hair is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kram&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess after all the anxiety that I've gone through everything has been... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WORTH IT!!! &lt;/span&gt;I'll be sharing with you everything that has happened in the camp... Well, not really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt; because that will be spoiling the beauty of the whole event right? So anyway, I'll first give you a pre-camp moments that I've experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before the camp I was really terrified since I hardly talk to my family any more... thanks to my wonderful schedule that keeps me busy 24/7... Hahaha! So I had no idea if they have an idea - okay that is weird - that I'm about to go away for the weekends since we hardly talked plus, as usual, I couldn't feel the family support. I was terrified of how things are going to be plus it turned out that I'm the only one in our class who will be going - Me, Marky and Janel - who will be a participant since both Marky and Janel are on the service team. WAaaah! Scary! :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then that evening, I wrote a letter to my mom informing her that I needed her to sign my waver - though I know it was no longer needed - and informed her of where I was going and how long it will last. The next day, she left me a note saying: Meg - 200. What the?!! Hahahaha, I laughed my butt off at the thought that after all my worrying mom would reply simply by informing me that she left some money for me and aside from that, nothing else. It was kind of hilarious. But I was glad because it meant that she acknowledged my trip plus she signed the waver. Hehehe, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So during class which consists of 2 subjects for 6 hours: Filipino and Spanish. I carried a heavy bag with all my clothes to lasts for three whole days - I brought extra! Mind you! :D During class, Jzan (pronounced as Shan) approached me regarding the event, since I had no idea on what the event is all about I told her to just ask Janel since I won't be giving her useful information. She then approached Janel and that's when Lui and I went out to buy some food. when we came back, there was no one in the room so I just chatted away with my friends and when the next class was about to start, Jzan (pronounced as Shan) came in with a large bag telling me that she'll be coming along as a fellow participant!!!! HURRAH! I love it! It was really exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the way to Rizal, it was me, Janel, Marky and Jzan together, not expecting the wonderful moments that we were about to face!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go on for a moment-per-moment recital of how everything happened but I simply want to share with you guys the beauty of the moments we have shared together. I know it'll be dull but honestl,y if you were there it will be the most amazing thing that will happen to your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Schedule of events:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9:00 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - We left UST for the venue and bid good bye to our friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10:00 pm &lt;/span&gt;- Thank goodness that there was no traffic so we arrived early. We didn't rest much and the first talk - by Waki - has begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1:00 am&lt;/span&gt; - I'm not really sure if this is the right time but around this time we were told to go to sleep with a wake-up call at around &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7:30 in the morning&lt;/span&gt;. We chose not to go to sleep - why? Because we have a quiz on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psychometrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6:00 am -&lt;/span&gt; Jzan (pronounced as Shan) and I bid goodbye for a moment to focus on studying alone, we both felt asleep around &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7:00&lt;/span&gt; then woke up at exactly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7:30 in the morning&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7:30&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; - Luckily, they moved the call time at 8:00 so we still had the chance to freshen up. So after freshening up we ate breakfast. We were served a special breakfast since breakfast consists of hot dog and omelet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9:00&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;am - &lt;/span&gt;There was an activity of introducing one's self... Sadly, this was the time I experienced extreme headache plus I lost my voice. It was pretty sad but I managed to regain my voice by continuously drinking warm water. It wasn't nice but it was worth it though my headache hasn't disappeared but I had fun watching them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Around 10:00 - 11:00 am -  &lt;/span&gt;The second talk begun by Mark Matias. It was a pretty nice talk but I was really tired that I could collapse but anyway, I managed myself and it was really good that I did or else - X_X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Around 1-2 in the afternoon - &lt;/span&gt;I no longer have a sense of time at this point because during lunch we had chicken adobo and I hardly ate anything but that's okay and I spent most of my time worrying and reviewing though I didn't really bother to review. Anyway, I think Waki arrived at this time and we prepared ourselves for a long tiring journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Around 3 pm&lt;/span&gt; - We arrived school safely. We rode the Light Rail Transit so the journey wasn't really as bad as I expected it to be but mind you, I am still tired!!! So Jzan bade goodbye because the last clothe she had was a silk dress - what the?!?! Hahahah, It really made me laugh. So around this time, we met up with Janel's family, took her uniform, changed out clothes then had Waki's manual's ring binded then Jzan came along having hers ring binded too then we sad the people from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3bes2&lt;/span&gt; and they informed us that the quiz is a true or false question! Honestly?! After all the review we did!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Around 4:30 - 7:30 pm - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So we had our class. I was sleeping almost throughout the discussion but I did managed to revive my strength when Sir Kliatchko started discussing about the interpretation of our tests. It was really funny. We discussed the G-Z test. I was so masculine! Hihihih, I'll leave it to your imagination to think of what it means. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7:30 - 8:30, i think, pm -  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we were supposed to go home with Iris and the others but sadly we didn't since we had to wait for another fellow YFC member, I was a bit edgy at that moment since I was really tired but anyway, we managed to board the LRT on time though it was a bit full and then we had to board a jeepney which - they say - lasted for an hour or so which for me was so quick because I fell asleep on the way and so did Jzan and Marky. Janel was the only one awake and to think she had no sleep! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Around 11 in the evening - &lt;/span&gt;I woke up irritated and had to be fast-tracked by Kuya  Luke about talk 3 because missing a talk is not allowed. I understood what he said but I was so irritated that I couldn't respond nicely - sorry kuya Luke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Around 11 still -  &lt;/span&gt;We had the talk four which was led by kuya Gori... it was a wonderful experience though i was soo tired that i actually cursed some people but anyway, whatever happened here is top secret!!! :D Waaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Around 1 in the morning -  &lt;/span&gt;we were given an activity per group to dress up a member and for our team we chose Honey - surprisingly, it turned out that it was a pageant!!! :D Hehhehehe! If only i have some videos, it was honestly... a night to remember!! Everybody was laughing and I don't care whatever it was... it was all for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Around 2-3 in the morning -  &lt;/span&gt;the event is still on-going and we were going from crazy to wild! It was super laugh trip. The pageant, the performances, the activities.. hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3:30-4:30 am - &lt;/span&gt;we were finally allowed to sleep and to be awake at around &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 in the morning.&lt;/span&gt; It was really a nice thought to sleep but first things first - we left a message on the envelope corner to each and every person there. I have to thank them. I owe them a lot! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6:30 am - &lt;/span&gt;Jzan and I decided to hit the sack and surprisingly we both woke up at around &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8:30 in the morning&lt;/span&gt;!! Everybody is finished dressing up by this time but that's fine by me. I had a shower at the boy's side because somebody is using our bathroom! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10:00 am -  &lt;/span&gt;I'm no longer watching the time but this is after breakfast and we left to attend a mass. During the mass I was really praying deeply to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt; of how thankful I am with everything. I love the people around me and that I never expected to feel this way again - the way I am back in my high school days... wild, happy and energetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12:00 pm&lt;/span&gt; - i think we had lunch and I ate boiled egg! :D Yum! Dinner? I had none. Hehehehe, it's already too much of a blessing that they are minding my eating habits! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1:00 pm - &lt;/span&gt;i'm not sure anymore because things were happening but we had talk 5 by Kuya Luke. It was really nice and I was moved. After that I have no idea what time it was and we had a full-course of worship!! It was really fun and we no longer cared what was happening as long as we sing our hearts out to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lord.&lt;/span&gt; It was the most spiritual moment I had. Mind you, Jzan left around the middle of talk 5 so she wasn't there during the worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3:00 pm or not - &lt;/span&gt;We boarded the jeepney home and bid goodbye to every body, there were hugs and exchanging of cellphone numbers... hihih, I left mine in my bag so I just gave them mine. Anyway, the students of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artes y Letras&lt;/span&gt; were together on the same jeepney and we had an open forum together confessing crushes and feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4:30 pm -  &lt;/span&gt;we arrived safely at UST and still stayed because we wanted to have a sharing - a household, actually. It was a wonderful household and when we said goodbye, it didn't felt like it was a goodbye of forever or this is a one-time big time event, it was goodbye yet it mean: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;See you later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I hope that helped you understand what happened to me out there. I couldn't help myself but I really need to share this with you guys!!! :D Hehehehe...! I love the moments, I love the feelings. It was a wonderful camp so I've decided: Next camp I'll pamper myself and be a participant again!! hahahah! Just joking!! :D&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img74.imageshack.us/my.php?image=1006119ci6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img74.imageshack.us/img74/4817/1006119ci6.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img442.imageshack.us/my.php?image=1006120vj7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/858/1006120vj7.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are like a family right? This picture consists mostly of the participants so these are my fellow new-YFC members! Welcome to the family guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img510.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img7737if5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img510.imageshack.us/img510/1772/img7737if5.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img140.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img7883bs7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/4353/img7883bs7.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This consists of the whole AB family and I think people from other colleges too! It's hard to distinguish who is who because at that moment, we don't care who we are with!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img211.imageshack.us/my.php?image=1006121ue5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img211.imageshack.us/img211/5389/1006121ue5.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img408.imageshack.us/my.php?image=1006118hk0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img408.imageshack.us/img408/7580/1006118hk0.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know that you guys are probably sick and tired of staring at our faces but for once, cam whoring is soooo good that I can't have enough of it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img156.imageshack.us/my.php?image=hahahaangvainnyohahawg3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/6746/hahahaangvainnyohahawg3.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img213.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img7739lq2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img213.imageshack.us/img213/7780/img7739lq2.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...more cam whoring moments! hahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img167.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img7764qp3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/4764/img7764qp3.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img340.imageshack.us/my.php?image=1006126ph2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img340.imageshack.us/img340/6607/1006126ph2.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think this is the complete version meaning: the service team, support team and even the participants all huddled together to create a photograph that will be treasured forever - that sounds so cheesy right? Well, for once, I am cheesy! Hehehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img230.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img7445oz1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img230.imageshack.us/img230/1876/img7445oz1.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img266.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img7311nc1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img266.imageshack.us/img266/5360/img7311nc1.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The people on the left are the service team who were having fun outside while the people on the right are the us - the people who boarded the same jeepney together, mind you, the person sitting beside Jzan (pronounced Shan) - who is not me, the other one! On her right, is Cathy. She was sick so she left earlier. Sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img156.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img7308rr6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/7890/img7308rr6.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img217.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img7528wr2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/7326/img7528wr2.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really have to place a caption here! So the picture on the right is Jzan (pronounced as Shan), Iris, me and Gian. That's the picture of the night before we left our University. We were supposed to go there through the railway but since we were able to catch up to the provided fair we had to say good bye earlier than we expected but that's fine by me since it was unexpected. Expect the unexpected, right? The picture on the right is when we returned to school on Saturday - while the camp is still going on - because we had classes. I hate it! But we had to endure it and we were so wasted at the moment... Honestly, we were practically sleeping on the benches over there! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img74.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img7918ke1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img74.imageshack.us/img74/39/img7918ke1.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img340.imageshack.us/my.php?image=1006262rq6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img340.imageshack.us/img340/6586/1006262rq6.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahehehe... so the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AB Bakadahan&lt;/span&gt; stayed at school - that was unexpected. I was already clamoring to be in my bed since I haven't slept for two whole days and here we are playing around the field acting as if there's nothing wrong with us - not tired, not experiencing headaches, not a thing except that we're spiritually rejuvinated!!! Yahoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img74.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img7926dw9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img74.imageshack.us/img74/6793/img7926dw9.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img92.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img7924uh3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img92.imageshack.us/img92/9932/img7924uh3.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I bet you find this weird but what the heck! We love it and seem like we're floating... weeeeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img217.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img7593ol3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2771/img7593ol3.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img510.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img7748ia5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img510.imageshack.us/img510/2285/img7748ia5.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is just some of the shots taken throughout the events. They are mostly stolen! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img213.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img7601kb4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img213.imageshack.us/img213/1329/img7601kb4.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img149.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img7502dh2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img149.imageshack.us/img149/5757/img7502dh2.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img230.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img7483bs1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img230.imageshack.us/img230/2703/img7483bs1.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The further left includes me being prayed over! Yahoo! The center is when we were having a discussion group and it likes a photography session from how the picture was taken and the guy on the further right, well he was performing a stunt when we were supposed to introduce ourselves. I didn't join in... sad... because I was experiencing a bad dose of headache.. grrr! Bad timing headache!! T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img153.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img7515xj0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img153.imageshack.us/img153/6864/img7515xj0.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The chicken adobo. The only meal that  I get to eat properly over there. Most of the food I ate is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EGG.&lt;/span&gt; If you didn't know yet, I don't eat meat. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img340.imageshack.us/my.php?image=1006282tc4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img340.imageshack.us/img340/1425/1006282tc4.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img156.imageshack.us/my.php?image=1006283ls7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/9210/1006283ls7.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The guy who is the main focus of the picture is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chie&lt;/span&gt;, he's from a lower batch 2nd year. The reason he did that was because he was the one who took our pictures while we lay on the field so he wasn't part of the people who were inside the semi-circle. Anyway, we disturbed him while he was cam whoring on his own! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img266.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img7650dg6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img266.imageshack.us/img266/6517/img7650dg6.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img518.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img7668yj2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/1867/img7668yj2.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img242.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img7684ti5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img242.imageshack.us/img242/8523/img7684ti5.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I bet you're wondering why Jzan (pronounced as Shan) has her solo shots here. Well, that's simply because she won the pageant for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ms. Chosen&lt;/span&gt;! The first ever! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. Chosen&lt;/span&gt; is Roujo... and now that I've realized it, he doesn't have a photo here? He does, yes, but he has no solo shot. Oh well, you'll probably here from here more next time. :) Anyway, the guy at the center is kuya &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rocky&lt;/span&gt;. It's his birthday and the candle that he is blowing is the one that rekindles - so it took some time before he can actually manage to blow them all off! It was really funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My corner:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These are pictures that includes me... me and me!!! So indulge yourself with my beauty!! WAhahahahahahaa! Whoever reacts to that is a dumbass! Joke! :D Peace be with you and also with you, AMEN! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img375.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img7351qh3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img375.imageshack.us/img375/1087/img7351qh3.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img209.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img7349hx9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img209.imageshack.us/img209/2449/img7349hx9.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img140.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img7743vg1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/3474/img7743vg1.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img211.imageshack.us/my.php?image=1006258ac9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img211.imageshack.us/img211/3470/1006258ac9.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img266.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img7640lt5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img266.imageshack.us/img266/4456/img7640lt5.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img242.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img7675ac8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img242.imageshack.us/img242/6571/img7675ac8.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img526.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img7915fz9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img526.imageshack.us/img526/3424/img7915fz9.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img518.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img7670wf8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/4852/img7670wf8.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img92.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img7891oy6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img92.imageshack.us/img92/5964/img7891oy6.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...and for that, may God be praised!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-8606304654176256917?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/8606304654176256917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guidance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hesitant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YFC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relaxed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lord'/><title type='text'>CHOSEN: before camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 295px; height: 227px;" src="http://img530.imageshack.us/img530/3996/chosen50pux7fj9.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YFC Camp &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHOSEN&lt;/span&gt; is formally starting tomorrow! OH MY GOSH! Honestly! I feel so hesitant right now! I don't know why I am experiencing this feeling when I've given so much just to attend this camp. I'm not sure why I'm experiencing last minute panic... I guess it comes with people, like me, who will be participating for the first time. I'm entering a community wherein the only people I know are numbered and the fact that I'll be away from my family for 3 whole days without them showing much care on the matter. I have to admit. I may be not just hesitant right now - worried more like. I just wish I can get over this already because this is a pain in the ass to be honest! I'm going over there to be with GOD! So why the heck should I be hesitant?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there will be moments wherein I'll be at ease and relaxed... as if nothing happened. Like another day is here so what's up? Grr... I hate this, I hate myself. I get this is how my anxiety attacks me but anyway, there's not much that I can do about it right? I already paid the amount needed for the night stay... I'll be missing my family but I believe that attending the camp is a must because... I WANT TO KNOW IF I WANT TO BE A YFC MEMBER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have a more specific idea of what my heart is hiding... I am confused and everything and I'm blogging because I want it out of my system. I want to go to that camp and feel that God is with me and at the same time back home with my family. I know that HE is with them and with me... I'll be missing my family but I have to do this. I need to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so attached with my family now that even if they don't talk to me - their presence alone is enough to satisfy my heart's desire of how much I love them and how much they care for me. It can be painful for some but you know what... the greatest love doesn't need conversations and hugs always, it needs feelings that will last forever. I guess GOD is trying to teach me what is to be done and what I have to experience. I had asked him that if ever I get to live away from home, will He take care of my family for me. I guess this will be His answer for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray to the Lord that may my family, friends, enemies, people I haven't met, the sick, the young, the old, the poor, the rich, the strong, the weak even those who have sinned and have not asked for forgiveness... I pray for them to be blessed greatly and may they be guided away from since with the Lord's love and care. We are His children, we are His daughters and sons, brothers and sisters - He loves us more than we can love Him so though I am a bit confused right now, I'll trust everything in His care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, may the participants of the "Chosen" camp enjoy the whole 3 days with great love and joy as they celebrate with You in Your most loving grace, Lord my God Jesus Christ, protect our families from harm, guide us from sins, help us be your holy people who will be worthy to join You in heaven. Our life is Yours Lord, may this celebration be successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 227px; height: 170px;" src="http://img204.imageshack.us/img204/1064/largeanimepaperwallpapeqo0.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 117px; height: 170px;" src="http://img515.imageshack.us/img515/6352/1129058226resanime98wu2.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-7840403503348443133?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/7840403503348443133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=7840403503348443133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/7840403503348443133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/7840403503348443133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2008/11/chosen-before-camp.html' title='CHOSEN: before camp'/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-4046396897400377098</id><published>2008-11-11T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T07:24:51.560-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='semester break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sem break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carbonara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cemetery'/><title type='text'>Semester Break Memories</title><content type='html'>Remembering the events that happened this Semester Break... I have to say that I had been so busy to the point that I no longer had time to spend with my family. Well, we still did spend some time with each other but I've been so busy that I didn't realize that I was taking so much time focusing on work rather than the people around me. I know it's sad and I know it's a bit disappointing but anyway, I know I still managed to spend some time with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; but also with the people I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img220.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc00256kj6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img220.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc00256kj6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/3961/dsc00256kj6.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img66.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc00265ko1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img66.imageshack.us/img66/400/dsc00265ko1.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is when I woke up at 4 o'clock in the afternoon after working all night till around 7 in the morning! hahaha! I look so haggard! :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet that there are a lot of things that I can still do though the Semester Break is over and classes has once again started but I still have next Semester Break and Christmas Break is coming - that I will never-ever waste finding work! It's the time I will be spending with my family and celebrating Jesus' birthday so I won't waste it there! hehehe, I value God and my family above all and above money. Though.. Christmas is a threat to me since it will most likely mean that I have to spend the money I've saved - and I hope it's enough - because I have to give gifts for my family and friends, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The more you give, the more you receive"&lt;/span&gt;, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one of the moments that I can't forget during this Semester Break was when I was so scared one evening since I kept hearing weird sounds around me like something twitching or there will be scratching noises... honestly, I'm a freak when it comes to sounds that I don't know where it comes from - that must be my greatest fear... well now that I think about it... Nah! :D So that evening since I am alone and the computer's in the living room and everybody else is in their rooms... I'm alone and I get to face my almost-greatest-fear alone! But I got over it very soon since I prayed quietly and asked for God's protection and guidance - sheesh! I'm such a freak when it comes to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img148.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc00301hb6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/8436/dsc00301hb6.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img134.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc00305xv8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/7653/dsc00305xv8.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We went to the cemetery... It was fun and we kept on joking around while staying over for a while and ate some chips and drank &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fit and Right&lt;/span&gt; while letting time pass. It was really fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So going on about my Semester escapade... I actually organized a team together with Vince and Jazz about creating a blog that will be handled by us. I still haven't finished the web lay-out so I'm a bit on fault but after finishing some semester requirements that have been asked - at the start of the semester! Come on! - I'll be finishing it immediately! I feel so sad that I kind of wasted my Semester Break working but I know God wanted me to learn from the experience and expand my world and stop being self-centered though I still haven't improved that much! hahaha! But honestly, I think the Semester Break is meant for me to learn and grow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are the other things I did during the Semester Break? Well, we did go to the cemetery and had some fun there while we kept on teasing each other about stuff - I actually remember how I teased my mom that she should do this and that - by the way, the person we are visiting is my grandfather. I have never met my grandfather, to be honest, but somehow I know how special and great he is when he was alive. He is an artist. I saw an artwork of his displayed in our living room before, it was removed when I was still young. I guess it was because the house underwent reconstruction. The artwork he made was on the shore and there was this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bangka&lt;/span&gt; or boat and it is painted in the shade of black and white. It was wonderful. I felt so great when I was staring at it as a child and even now, as I try to recall what it looks like. There was something about it that makes it mysterious yet relaxing at the same time. No wonder I aspired to be an artist though I'm not as talented as my grandfather, I love art and adore it more than anything else. I'm an art fan! Hurrah! Art fans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img513.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc00308pu5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/9028/dsc00308pu5.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img227.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc00311xx4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/1393/dsc00311xx4.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I cooked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carbonara&lt;/span&gt; for the first time and it was sooo great! I have to share the beauty of cooking! Actually, I cooked by just collecting ingredients from the internet and the cooking style - well, it's all based on my cooking skills that I've inherited from my father! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Another fun thing I did during this Semester Break - ooh, I'm so excited to share this fact! Well, I cooked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carbonara&lt;/span&gt; for the first time!! Hurrah! Well here are the ingredients that I've used:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cream of mushroom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All purpose cream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Condense milk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chicken&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chicken broth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Butter or olive oil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Onion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Garlic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cheese&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flour&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;First, I prepared the chicken and had it boiled in water since I want it cooked for later and while at it, I chopped some onion and garlic and grated some cheese. I also prepared the cream of mushroom by heating it up and mixing it - just like what the instruction on the sachet specified. Once that was over, I melted the butter on a pan and added the onion and garlic. Of course, olive oil can be used but I used butter. Then, once the garlic turns golden brown, I added the cream of mushroom - I experience a problem here because the chicken meat wasn't cooked yet so I had to include it later. So the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carbonara&lt;/span&gt; tastes like cream of mushroom soup by now - Hahahaha! To be honest, I didn't try to taste it until I've finished cooking but anyway, once the chicken meat is okay I immediately added it. I added the All Purpose Cream and the condense milk and waited for it to boil. When it did, I added the broth cube to let the flavor of the chicken spread~ Yay! Chicken lovers galore! After that, I adjusted the taste by adding cheese - I accidentally added a lot! Hahaha! Surprisingly, it became the alternate for the salt since the cheese itself has its own saltiness, hehe, plus the flour became optional since the cheese already made the sauce thick already and that's what the flour is for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the taste, surprisingly it was good! I even doubted myself that I had to ask my cousin to try it to and she agreed - Hurrah!!! When my brother came home he ate it too though he didn't give a comment about whether or not it was good but he was the one who ate most of it and that made me really happy! Hehehe, simple joys of a cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I don't eat red meat any more. We have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spaghetti&lt;/span&gt; and I had to watch them eat it and I was envious - I love pasta!!! So I couldn't help it any more and I cooked my own &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carbonara&lt;/span&gt;, isn't that great? I guess envy brings about determination to do something instead of sitting back and watch them in pain - huhuhu, poor me! Of course I made my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carbonara&lt;/span&gt;, as I've specified earlier, personalized and I want it to suite my taste! Isn't that great? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those are just some of the things that I love about this Semester Break. There's a lot more to be honest but I have to say that though I was really busy... I guess looking around and making sure that the people around you are still well-taken cared of with great love and care - including yourself, makes the best of the best in a Semester Break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-4046396897400377098?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/4046396897400377098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=4046396897400377098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/4046396897400377098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/4046396897400377098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2008/11/semester-break-memories.html' title='Semester Break Memories'/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-1221440779765433857</id><published>2008-11-03T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T07:44:43.928-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='team kangkong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='website'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jazz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vince'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='css'/><title type='text'>Team Kangkong!</title><content type='html'>We are currently working on a new blog named &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kangkong"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a blog that will be personally designed by me and the contents will be taken cared by my friends: Jazz and Vince. We're working hard to come up with a unique blog that will definitely rock the World Wide Web! Hhehe! We will be presenting our own works and some of our random thoughts that are wonderfully original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though this haven't been discussed yet this is what I have in mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jazz &lt;/span&gt;will be the official group writer. She will most likely handle updates and drabbles that will inform the viewers of the what's up and what's new. I think she'll do most of the tedious jobs.. heheh! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vince&lt;/span&gt; will be the one who will submit designs that we will be selling on the web. There can be pre-ordered designs. Of course the copyright of the works are totally under our website! Hehe, that's another one less job for me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me?&lt;/span&gt; Well, let's just say I'm the slacker of the group. I'll be sitting back and I'll most probably handle all the promotion and other stuffs like changing the lay-out and arranging the post! Hey, that makes me an adviser-like individual right? Cool.. they have no idea about this though! hahahah! :D I'll be posting the current banner I made out of forcing myself to make one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe... we still don't have a full-proof plan and there are some others who wants to join the team! I do hope this will become a success! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img366.imageshack.us/my.php?image=bannersa1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/5844/bannersa1.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-1221440779765433857?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/1221440779765433857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=1221440779765433857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/1221440779765433857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/1221440779765433857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2008/11/team-kangkong.html' title='Team Kangkong!'/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-3529666964071410403</id><published>2008-10-15T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T07:47:31.046-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk with God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thank God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strength'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>My Walk with God</title><content type='html'>How many times has it been that I have said... &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"God, I love you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yet somehow, the words just seem like they're flying out of the window and that my &lt;span&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; is not IN it... there was no feeling of guiltiness though... It was simply like... I was merely stating that fact without any real intentions. Cruel? Very...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time, I faced a lot of things in life and with whatever I do... I didn't exactly call for God's help nor did I raise my hands up to the heavens above and cried loudly "...Jesus help me". I find that I'm more capable of handling things and I don't want to trouble God of what's happening with me, HE should bother with those who are in more need. I was confident with myself, more confident than I could ever imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some months later, I encountered a problem and knowing myself, no matter how painful an event could be I will never-ever-ever cry or ask for anyone's comfort. I was devastated. I had no where to run to... not my friends or family or the people I know. It was merely me against the world. I was at the brink of approaching a friend or two but no mater what I do I just can't find the HEART to open up to them because I knew very well... the barrier I built to protect my heart is too strong... too powerful than even I who built it couldn't break it... that's when I closed my eyes and prayed "God, help me... Please be beside me, I need you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that everything around me changed. I realized how much I needed God in my life that if all else fails HE's the only one who will LOVE me more than I could ever LOVE HIM and that HE's the only one who understands me more than anyone else and that the barrier I built against others has already been penetrated without me realizing... penetrated by HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did HE do such a thing? After all the half-meant "I love you" that I've said and the thank you that weren't really meant... I knew in my heart that my prayers were merely out of respect and acknowledgment that HE deserves and yet HE did all THIS! It was too much and too unworthy of me to receive, the tears in my eyes were no longer about the pain I've felt but to the shame I felt... I was so shameful to be half-hearted when GOD was serious about me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I realized that GOD isn't just caring, loving, blessing, merciful, all-powerful and all that... HE is also someone who accepts you the moment you accept HIM and that HE will take care of you even if you're half-hearted because HE knows that no matter how HALF-HEARTED you are, someday, You who has accepted HIM will also reciprocate the LOVE HE gives to you and though it may take some time, the moment you can honestly say "Jesus Christ, my Lord, my God, you are the love of my life the strength and the light" is the moment that you'll realize... in your WALK in life, at first you were behind GOD but now, you're walking right beside HIM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-3529666964071410403?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/3529666964071410403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=3529666964071410403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/3529666964071410403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/3529666964071410403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-walk-with-god.html' title='My Walk with God'/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-8985993662021697119</id><published>2008-10-07T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T07:49:04.197-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture perfect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>Pictures can talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pictures can talk... :D Check out why!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img520.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc01470uo1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img520.imageshack.us/img520/8356/dsc01470uo1.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img55.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc01499wv1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img55.imageshack.us/img55/3263/dsc01499wv1.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img88.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc01532kw2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img88.imageshack.us/img88/3811/dsc01532kw2.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img366.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc01536fr6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/9918/dsc01536fr6.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img368.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc01548yz8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img368.imageshack.us/img368/4172/dsc01548yz8.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img387.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc01550sj8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img387.imageshack.us/img387/2396/dsc01550sj8.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img376.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc01552bc7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img376.imageshack.us/img376/3488/dsc01552bc7.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img397.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc02039pd4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img397.imageshack.us/img397/2381/dsc02039pd4.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img528.imageshack.us/my.php?image=sc01916mp5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img528.imageshack.us/img528/5916/sc01916mp5.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img368.imageshack.us/my.php?image=sc01917ey8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img368.imageshack.us/img368/8091/sc01917ey8.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img508.imageshack.us/my.php?image=1503618259lbr1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img508.imageshack.us/img508/8874/1503618259lbr1.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img151.imageshack.us/my.php?image=1768788254lsy8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img151.imageshack.us/img151/8954/1768788254lsy8.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img151.imageshack.us/my.php?image=1805127862lyk7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img151.imageshack.us/img151/4526/1805127862lyk7.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img401.imageshack.us/my.php?image=1972406288lth7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img401.imageshack.us/img401/7715/1972406288lth7.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img131.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc00098pk3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img131.imageshack.us/img131/3462/dsc00098pk3.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img131.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc01612uz6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img131.imageshack.us/img131/4624/dsc01612uz6.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img243.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc01785lr5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img243.imageshack.us/img243/3113/dsc01785lr5.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img243.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc01786hh8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img243.imageshack.us/img243/6404/dsc01786hh8.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img61.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc01787rm3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img61.imageshack.us/img61/2761/dsc01787rm3.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img231.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img6671pb4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img231.imageshack.us/img231/4839/img6671pb4.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img516.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc01789lf9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img516.imageshack.us/img516/9388/dsc01789lf9.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img516.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc01788rv5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img516.imageshack.us/img516/6590/dsc01788rv5.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When it comes to vanity... I'm not really into in but here are two pics they took of me so that's that... hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img88.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc01513vv0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img88.imageshack.us/img88/3566/dsc01513vv0.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img183.imageshack.us/my.php?image=sc01887kw4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img183.imageshack.us/img183/678/sc01887kw4.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-8985993662021697119?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/8985993662021697119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=8985993662021697119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/8985993662021697119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/8985993662021697119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2008/10/pictures-can-talk.html' title='Pictures can talk'/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-535116808848081337</id><published>2008-10-01T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T07:50:13.951-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guidance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strength'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>For GOD</title><content type='html'>I am finally entering something into my blog again but don't blame me for updating, I'm just the typical me... lazy. Hahaha~ but anyway, I bet you &lt;b&gt;MISS&lt;/b&gt; me so I'll be really really &lt;b&gt;REALLY&lt;/b&gt; and I won't be &lt;b&gt;teasing&lt;/b&gt; you a lot... what the &lt;u&gt;HECK&lt;/u&gt; am I talking about? I'm a bit &lt;i&gt;sleepy&lt;/i&gt; right now so that must be it... &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Sleepiness is dangerous"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. So you have been &lt;b&gt;PRE-WARNED&lt;/b&gt;!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough about me going crazy while it's still early... yeah, dead early! It's &lt;b&gt;near 1 o'clock&lt;/b&gt; and I'm still &lt;b&gt;AWAKE&lt;/b&gt;... grrr, I want to &lt;b&gt;SLEEP&lt;/b&gt; but working on my &lt;i&gt;literature term paper&lt;/i&gt; is a bit of a drag and it needs a lot of intensive research.. what's a girl to do? &lt;b&gt;WORK&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;i&gt;bow&lt;/i&gt;. Hehehe~ I know I haven't been working on things a &lt;b&gt;lot&lt;/b&gt; lately and I've been pretty &lt;b&gt;lazy&lt;/b&gt; and stuff but I still want to give my &lt;b&gt;BEST&lt;/b&gt; because that's all that I can give plus I &lt;b&gt;pray&lt;/b&gt; which is better than the best, it's &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;best than the best&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Yet somehow, I know that in order to achieve that I also need to &lt;u&gt;do something in return&lt;/u&gt;. I can't exactly always &lt;b&gt;pray for everything to happen!&lt;/b&gt; There's magic, yes, but there's no such thing as an achievement &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;without any effort&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and somehow I want to give all the &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;effort&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; that I can give into what I do because I know that in doing so, I can &lt;b&gt;proudly&lt;/b&gt; give it to &lt;b&gt;GOD&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So furthermore, I'll be going to the &lt;b&gt;Polythenic University of the Philippines&lt;/b&gt; which is also known as &lt;i&gt;P.U.P.&lt;/i&gt;. The reason I'm going there is because I want a &lt;b&gt;break&lt;/b&gt;. I can't exactly &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;live my life on the same things&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. I need to &lt;u&gt;recharge my batteries&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;remember&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; who &lt;b&gt;I REALLY AM&lt;/b&gt;! It's not that I'm &lt;u&gt;lost&lt;/u&gt; or something like that... it's just that. I want to &lt;b&gt;see&lt;/b&gt; me, and &lt;b&gt;be&lt;/b&gt; me. I think I already &lt;u&gt;lost&lt;/u&gt; a lot of things in life and somehow, &lt;b&gt;GOD&lt;/b&gt; told me that there are &lt;u&gt;other things&lt;/u&gt; that I need to take a look at. I'm an &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;idiot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. I do a lot of &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;idiotic things&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. That's what we, idiots, do best. Somehow, I want to &lt;b&gt;mend&lt;/b&gt; the broken things... there's always hope even in what we &lt;b&gt;humans&lt;/b&gt; consider as &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;hopeless&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; because I believe in &lt;b&gt;GOD&lt;/b&gt; and as long as &lt;b&gt;HE&lt;/b&gt; believes in us... I don't have any &lt;u&gt;RIGHT&lt;/u&gt; to &lt;b&gt;GIVE UP&lt;/b&gt; the fight. We all go through things like this... &lt;u&gt;we just need to work hard and give it our best because &lt;b&gt;GOD&lt;/b&gt; is always with us, and &lt;b&gt;HE&lt;/b&gt; is with us even if we don't see &lt;b&gt;HIM&lt;/b&gt;. Believe. Have faith.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably going &lt;u&gt;religious&lt;/u&gt; right now, but it's what I do &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;best&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I made a lot of &lt;b&gt;mistakes&lt;/b&gt; and I want you to know that there's still hope in &lt;b&gt;fixing&lt;/b&gt; things and I don't want to &lt;u&gt;give up&lt;/u&gt; because in doing so... then I'm &lt;u&gt;giving up on &lt;b&gt;GOD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stay strong&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have faith!&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust &lt;b&gt;GOD&lt;/b&gt; as I do to &lt;b&gt;HIM&lt;/b&gt;. Give &lt;u&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/u&gt; to &lt;b&gt;HIM&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;HE&lt;/b&gt; will give &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to &lt;u&gt;You&lt;/u&gt; as &lt;b&gt;HE&lt;/b&gt; did to &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;ME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;give&lt;/b&gt; this &lt;i&gt;blog entry&lt;/i&gt; to &lt;b&gt;GOD&lt;/b&gt;, for &lt;u&gt;always guiding and loving me&lt;/u&gt;, despite the fact that I'm so &lt;b&gt;useless, hopeless&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;selfish&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;HE&lt;/b&gt; is my &lt;i&gt;inspiration, light, guide,&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;life&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love HIM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;b&gt;HE&lt;/b&gt; loves me more...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I adore HIM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;b&gt;HE&lt;/b&gt; adores me more...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I cherishes HIM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;b&gt;HE&lt;/b&gt; cherishes me more...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; be &lt;i&gt;like&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;HIM&lt;/b&gt; but somehow, I &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;know&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; that by &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;BELIEVING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOVING&lt;/u&gt; HIM&lt;/b&gt;... is &lt;u&gt;more than enough&lt;/u&gt; for &lt;b&gt;HIM&lt;/b&gt;. I could &lt;u&gt;give&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;HIM&lt;/b&gt; more, but &lt;b&gt;HE&lt;/b&gt; does not asks for it...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HE&lt;/b&gt; is the &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;BEST oF THE BEST OF THE BEST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;. Somehow, I don't think saying that is &lt;u&gt;enough&lt;/u&gt;... &lt;b&gt;HE&lt;/b&gt; is &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;MORE&lt;/b&gt; than words can measure&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-535116808848081337?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/535116808848081337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=535116808848081337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/535116808848081337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/535116808848081337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-god.html' title='For &lt;b&gt;GOD&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-4907423701310134748</id><published>2008-08-31T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T07:52:00.485-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biscuits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad face'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beverage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chirstmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sem break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hunger striek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saving money'/><title type='text'>Random stuffs to go through!</title><content type='html'>So what's up people? hehehe... I promised my sis Janel that I would &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;update&lt;/span&gt; so here I am... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*bows*&lt;/span&gt;... anyway.. I've been thinking for a while not on what should I first post? So trivia: it's currently &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11:09&lt;/span&gt; pm - care of the computer clock - and I'm still outside from the protection of my four-walled home since I have to do a lot of research, sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today has been fun since it had been some time since I had lunch with my mom and go to church and go shopping with her. I love going shopping with her since I get to buy stuffs that I love! I'm a little bit disappointed that I didn't manage to sneak in a can of tuna but next time I will!!! I did got some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bread, biscuits&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beverages&lt;/span&gt; so I guess I should be happy about those stuffs for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOW!&lt;/span&gt; hahahah~ talk about hunger strike. Lui's on a hunger strike by the way. Silly girl. I was supposed to visit her today but I wasn't able to since &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Robinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;the Taft area is flooded plus it was already around 8 in the evening... healthy time to go home huh? Sheesh... but anyway, I was there due to organization reasons. Jzan and I are now assigned to work on a project proposal to have us go to somewhere in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pampanga&lt;/span&gt; - which I kept on forgetting and teach the kids and make a feasibility study over there. My current problem as of the moment is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;module&lt;/span&gt; I'm assigned to do since it's rather difficult to acquire an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elementary curriculum&lt;/span&gt;... what's the use of the Department of Education? I'm not sure... hahahaa! Just joking, I got some facts from them but I'm not sure I acquired what I wanted to have but anyway, anything could be helpful so that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of today, I kinda told &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janel&lt;/span&gt; that I would be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;posting&lt;/span&gt; about our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUNGER STRIKE&lt;/span&gt;... err.. rephrase... our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TIPID MODE&lt;/span&gt; activities and our duly elected treasurer, Margot! :D hehehe, so this all started when they wanted to buy this particular gadget... it's a digital camera. Not really my passion. I'm into laptops. Stupid passion, why do I have to go for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;luxurious&lt;/span&gt; stuffs? I'm stupid. Enough of me. So anyway, they targeted to save up to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9k&lt;/span&gt; this coming Christmas... I kinda joined it without thinking of the consequences: NO EXTRA MONEY!! NO MORE EXTRA STUFFS TO BUY!!! So we were supposed to save up to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;350php&lt;/span&gt; per week... so I go to school 6 days a week... and usually I even leave on a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; so if I add my daily allowance which is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100php&lt;/span&gt;... this does not include internet expenses, etc. So if I save have my money everyday, I get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;350php!!!!&lt;/span&gt; I just realized that! OH MY! So I'm not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOTALLY&lt;/span&gt; poor! Yehey! Let's go ahead and throw the confetti's!! Hihihih... but anyway, I'm still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;short&lt;/span&gt; of money since I get to use money a lot... poor mom. :'( ---&gt; 'Sad face'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trivia: Jzan kept saying 'Sad face' when she wants to say 'Sad...' I wonder why? I do hope it doesn't rub on me... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OR ELSE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we get to have money for Christmas... that means!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*grins*&lt;/span&gt; MONEY! And things to buy... I better buy my brother an mp3 player since he kept requesting THAT... to shut him up. Just joking! :) hehehe... but I just hope I give better gifts this Christmas, I find myself always giving mediocre stuffs, I'm not really satisfied. And...  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH MY GOSH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay!!&lt;/span&gt; The huge oh my gosh came for a reason and here's why! The people I have to give gifts to this Christmas just increased... Waaah.. I don't really want to specify but I need to count them. So let's take in a deep breathe and count...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brother&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sister&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grandmother&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;My College Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Janel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lui&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Margot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Iris&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gian&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sarah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Albert&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crystia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Judith&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jigo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jzan - I included her since we're spending a lot of time together now and she won't be able to read this anyway! hahaha~&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;My High School Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Janice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jazz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Annie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Phemy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vince&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vina&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rascal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paeng&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pauldo (not really sure...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;any one who I forgot... :D Peace be with you!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;My other friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ruby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me cry... WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! 5 + 12 + 10 + 1 =.... please don't bother answering. I will do the torture myself... 5 + 12 is 17 + 10 is 27... (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH MY!!!)&lt;/span&gt; and + 1 is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better not let Christmas come... oh yeah, I probably forgot some people... OH NO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-4907423701310134748?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/4907423701310134748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=4907423701310134748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/4907423701310134748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/4907423701310134748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-stuffs-to-go-through.html' title='Random stuffs to go through!'/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-4652762636346997320</id><published>2008-08-21T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T07:53:46.543-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prominent artists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trinoma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-portrait'/><title type='text'>rain.. rain.. go away!!!</title><content type='html'>So last Tuesday, we all (meaning the bes1 family or our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;barkada&lt;/span&gt;) went to the famous... okay, famous to us since it's our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;catharsis&lt;/span&gt; area! hahaha~ let me explain what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;catharsis&lt;/span&gt; means... it means, go wild and have fun! hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so we went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trinoma&lt;/span&gt; to have some fun because honestly - we need it big time. So before we went there we had our Art Appreciation class, and what the heck, it's the day we were supposed to present our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Self-portraits&lt;/span&gt;. It is actually a disastrous self-portrait because we were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to find &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inspirations&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prominent artists&lt;/span&gt; even if our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRUE&lt;/span&gt; inspirations aren't those famous dead dudes - okay, not all of them are dead but I had Michaelangelo in mind and he's dead so I mentioned dead there. So going on, our works weren't exactly what you'd call 'from the bottom of our hearts' - at least for me it is, I had a work I finished earlier on and since I couldn't find any &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAKE  &lt;/span&gt;inspiration on that work, I had to drop it and do something else - a chibi anime style which I patterned to Naruto. Hmm... but anyway!!!! :D hehehe, so we had that stupid 'portraits' at hand and were told to post it in front and while at it, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;performance artists&lt;/span&gt; were supposed to show their works. Bea broke the ice, she had a weird performance for a self-portrait, with her killing the doll... don't tell me she's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;implying&lt;/span&gt; that she's actually a disturbed individual... that's how it came to me but I won't comment any further.! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all the performances with some of them going from lame-to-lamer since all they did is cry and not everyone bothered giving their performance's title... so how were we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to understand those acts of theirs? I have no idea, honestly! hahaha~ so I'm being mean to them but don't blame me because what is really pissing me - and Gian and Iris and Judith and... okay... so goes on the lists.... - is the fact that Ma'am Guevarra is so biased on how she judges our works. She isn't allowed to show bias because in the first place, it is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SELF-PORTRAIT&lt;/span&gt;... and if she still doesn't understand what I mean I will further elaborate... those works are a reflection of who we are and her freakingly stupid discrimination of our works is already a way of her showing on how discriminating she could be on our personalities - talk about objectivity! She's so subjective! HMP! So much for her ideologies... she got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; ideas but she lacks the will to execute them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enough of that... if I discuss THAT any further, I could probably kill someone beside me... ooh. There are two guys beside me so I'll choose between them, but it's kind of hard to choose so I'll most likely kill them both. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, about our moment at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trinoma&lt;/span&gt;, so this time we are 9 in population. Me, my lola, my mummy, my sis, our cook/carpenter, our dog, the yfc representative, our depressed friend and my aunt/our house plant (bonsai). So there were no &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;extra factors &lt;/span&gt;like my sis requested and I'm glad about that. So if you know about our family tree, you could tell who are the ones who are included in the room though the room is very small for all of us... it was really fun all the same. So of course we had to enter our songs then sing and stuff, I entered rock songs which I usually sing and a weird thing here is my voice is high pitched... must've been from singing all night long here in my home which includes my dad shutting the door on me just so he could sleep &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;QUIETLY&lt;/span&gt;. :) I'm such a nice daughter... I better move the pc.. and fast! Or else they'll move it outside the house so I would sing there... bad thought!!! Waah... hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we stayed there from 3 o'clock in the afternoon up to 6:30 pm even though we were supposed to stay there till 7... meanies!! But anyway, I still haven't talked to Albert and Jay - though Jay did talk to me and I'm having the heart to forgive him since he approached me and said sorry without any explanation... awww... my sweet lil 'ol brother! :) He deserves a hug next time, hehehe.. I was mean to him when we met. I had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dysmynorhea&lt;/span&gt; at that time... and funny fact, after lunch (fresh veggie lumpia + buko pandan juice)... my so-called '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dysmynorhea&lt;/span&gt;' disappeared... so what is really that or I'm just freaking hungry? I better think about that carefully... hahahaha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going home was fun though our opinions against Art Appreciation is still there but what the heck, the bias was obvious and we were irritated.. so could you ever &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt; blame us? :) I wonder if you can... hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good gracious!! I just remembered... this is a quick commercial: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mushiness&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STARING&lt;/span&gt; at me when we had a prelim examination with them!Talk about disturbed dude... I better make him forget about me soon and I mean it seriously... or else! Waaah~ *panics*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enough of prelims... I don't want to remember anything about that... though, I did  my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;passed Spanish&lt;/span&gt; exam... :D *grins* it was unexpected and I didn't study so I thank &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt; for letting me pass without copying any answers. Wooh! That's a relief! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enough of that... I just remembered that yesterday, Gian and I had the weirdest idea that any human being would probably won't do on a rainy day: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WALK&lt;/span&gt;. Yup, we walked all the way to España market and guess what... the usual scene on the way there: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLOOD&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha, that's so much for an idea.  I was a bit luckier since I'm wearing slippers but Gian's wearing high shoes so that was a bit of a hold back. Hehe. But anyway, so we had an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ADVENTURE&lt;/span&gt; on the way which includes clinging on to some old railings while trying to cross a street without attacking the dirty canal water or holding on to a beautiful posts just so we could cross the street... cool, talk about clinging on to the blade - literally. :D hehehe~ my only question here is: WHAT WERE WE BOTH THINKING TO DECIDE TO DO THAT? but anyway, we were a bit impulsive at that time since waiting would be a rudy waste of time so I don't blame anyone for what happened. :) hehehe~ it's both our fault and we both decided to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today... I went emo this afternoon and started crying but that's nothing new when it comes to me right? A lot of things are making me sad lately, simple small stuffs but I don't really notice them until I realized that they're all piled up and that the feeling is so huge I wanted to cry so I cried. That's that. Hehehe, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had been with me all the time I was crying so I'm so much better right now, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; made me read great advices so I'm all good right now, hehehe, I won't make it through without &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt;. :) So I give everything I have to HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly... I made a weird translation of a line said by Cassandra on Agamemnon... it is a tragedy by the way but anyway... we are supposed to read it with feelings tomorrow so good luck to me and the world! hahaha! :D Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's the original:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Yet one word more. I pray the Sun in heaven.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;On whom I look my last, that he may grant&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;To him who shall come to avenge my master&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Cassandra enters palace)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Unto him the Immortals accorded the fall&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Of the city of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Troy&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;And with honours he returns to his home.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;But now, if the debt of the blood of the past&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Is on hi, if his death must crown it and pay&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;To the dead their price for the slaughtered of old,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Then who, when he hears these things, is assured&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Of a life free of sorrow?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's the translation which I will read with emphasis on the emotions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Pero ako’y may sasabihin pa. Ako’y nananaig sa araw sa kalangitan.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Na siya kong huling madadatnan, na ipagpala nito&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Sa kanya na dadating upang ipaghiganti ang aking panginoon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Pumasok si Cassandra sa palasyo)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Sa kanya na bumagsak ang mga immortal&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Ng ciudad ng &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Troy&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;At ng may karangalan siya ay umuwi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Pero ngayon, kung ang kasalanan ng nakaraan&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Ay nasa kanya, kung ang kamatayan niya ang dapat maging kabayaran nito&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Sa mga patay na ang katumbas ay ang kamatayan ng nakakatanda,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Eh di sino, sa tuwing maririnig niya ito, ang makakasigurado&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Ng buhay na walang kalungkutan?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-4652762636346997320?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/4652762636346997320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=4652762636346997320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/4652762636346997320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/4652762636346997320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2008/08/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='rain.. rain.. go away!!!'/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-879761918244974362</id><published>2008-08-12T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T07:57:37.207-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art appreciation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yahoo groups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commercial break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghost Hunt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheesy guy'/><title type='text'>Finally posting something...</title><content type='html'>So how long has it been since my last post? I don't want to check... I might actually laugh my butt off... haha~ and to think I have a huge butt! Wee... Insane mode again huh? Well, it happens every now and then and I can't avoid it... it happens! Well, let's see you try to avoid it when IT happens to you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, by the way, finally promoting our Art Appreciation Yahoo Groups! :) the reason I'm promoting it more than the three bes one is that, this one is owned by me! So I get to boss people around... or at least that is how I imagine it! I really want to have a personal website of my own! :D That would be wonderful, right? hehehe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.groups.yahoo.com/group/BES_APP_0809/join"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.groups.yahoo.com/group/BES_APP_0809/join"&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/yg/img/i/us/ui/join.gif" style="border: 0px none ;" alt="Click to join BES_APP_0809" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.groups.yahoo.com/group/BES_APP_0809/join"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Click to join BES_APP_0809&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.groups.yahoo.com/group/BES_APP_0809/join"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I'm busying myself with downloading anime episodes of Ghost Hunt! :D I guess this is DEFINITELY the anime to be downloaded! Hehehe, I haven't regretted wasting my time, just like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt; on this one. :) I love the anime plus the plot isn't really bad... it's great! I guess I never had any &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;convincing&lt;/span&gt; ghost story that would really creep me out until this anime came into my life - for a moment... I sounded so cheesy! Eew... cheesy talk! I have a new admirer and he isn't someone I would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; to entertain or consider as a boy friend option! Because first off, he's not my type. Yup, I'll die with just that as an explanation. Second, I don't even know the guy too well to date him! At least THAT made more sense right? I mean, come on, I'm not someone who would go around saying 'Date me' to guys who I think I like or I think I hate then go to wonderland, movie or anywhere where couples usually ran to... you get the idea right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, don't blame me for hating the guy. He's so damn cheesy! grrr... I already hated my last admirer for being cheesy though he isn't exactly the cheesiest person alive but he was still cheesy and it made me laugh - because I like him! Grr... I won't deny that fact. You know the reason why we're not TOGETHER right now, right? If you don't... contact me and I'll give you a blow-by-blow version of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; story, since I don't know his! But if he does consider telling me, I would gladly listen! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So going on about this cheesy guy... oh yeah! I just remembered! We have a preliminary exam for Art Appreciation and Literature tomorrow... talk about studying, and here I am typing this and wasting my time mesmerizing whatever it is to be mesmerized... by the way, I hate that stupid witch for being so full of herself and underestimating other people! Just because we were given an identification test and they don't get to have it and the rest of the tests are easy doesn't mean that she should go ahead and get full of herself and brag that poor us - people who underwent the identification exam. She was freaking mocking us?!!!!! Can you believe the nerve of that witch? I mean, come on! She doesn't even have half my brain! She's so freaking stupid... Okay, I may be getting a bit over board but I hate her as of this moment. God, I'm sorry. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;. Why are people so freaking  full of themselves? I better cool down or I may kill her tomorrow... freaking slut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So forgetting about that stupid witch, let's go on to the weirdo cheesy guy. This weird cheesy guy kept on texting me whenever I sent him a quote. It doesn't bother me... at first! Because I thought it was pure friendship, you know how innocent I could be when it comes to these things!!!! *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blinks innocently&lt;/span&gt;*... then he goes around flirting with me. Hmp. Idiot. I act dense because I don't want to understand him but I am definitely not dense plus I hate his punch lines and the way he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tries&lt;/span&gt; to say 'I really like you' despite not saying it directly. HONESTLY!!! Dude, come on! Can't you at least be honest for once in your life so I could turn you down as properly as possible... Sheesh... people these days. Can't they even think properly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I also learned one fact about myself. Whenever I honestly answer a question, I have the tendency to make it sound like I'm bitter especially when I'm not. Can you believe that? Hahaha... it took me a while to realize that and it's freaking funny. Okay. I am being weird again... but at least I ain't cheesy right? hahaha! Wee... this is so fun, I'm like backstabbing the cheesiest guy alive and what the heck! I should stop this. This is mean. Me likey. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commercial breaks? Hmm... let me think. I'm starting to hate someone who kept on saying irrelevant stuffs that doesn't concern me. Bow. I won't elaborate. Anyway, that didn't came out as a commercial break huh? So let me think again...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hate Jay and Albert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a commercial break again. What the heck?! This post is full of hate!? What happened to world peace and harmony? Where's... where's... what should I be looking for? Edward Cullen? Eew... I totally hate the book &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;... well, not totally to tell you the truth but I'm quite disappointed with the waste of the story. It had a great start but as the story progressed... It kept on turning... awkward? I'm not sure if that's the proper term but I started hating it in the latter part. I mean come on!!! You're boyfriend's a freaking vampire who is trying to preserve your life and you selfishly want him to take a bite of you and suck the life out of you!!! Wow! Talk about a self-centered protagonist who never gave her very loving boyfriend any considerations! Talk about LOVE! UGH!! Enough! Enough! Enough! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened to the commercial breaks? I wonder... I don't have any nice idea. I guess this is my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;catharsis&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so don't blame me for being freaking selfish right now and just typing hate-posts! :D hahaha... this is something new so  I'll read this again after clicking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Publish Post&lt;/span&gt;. hehehe, :) I want to have my own site NOW!!! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what the heck... come what may! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-879761918244974362?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/879761918244974362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=879761918244974362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/879761918244974362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/879761918244974362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2008/08/finally-posting-something.html' title='Finally posting something...'/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-2207287648802649936</id><published>2008-07-28T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T08:47:23.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired...Tired... Blurred?!</title><content type='html'>Okay... first off, i'll be making this entry short since I only posted out of the fact that I haven't posted anything in a while :) Yay~ ain't that bad of me? hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I'm really tired right now! And the computer I'm using here is making my vision blurry... i wonder why? I'm not too sure though... I'm working on my assignment in Art Appreciation and I didn't expect it to be THIS difficult.. oh my, :O anyway, it's a good thing my sis followed me here or else...!!! I will go home alone... err? Is she still here? Can't see her? Plus the fact that she isn't signalling me to go home any time soon... SHE WANTS TO STAY?? ooh... bad! I'm tired and I still have to work on this tomorrow, my oh my right? Oh well, I believe I can manage this so I just have to be patient and work hard and give my best, right? Gambatte-ne!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's that! Ciao!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-2207287648802649936?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/2207287648802649936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=2207287648802649936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/2207287648802649936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/2207287648802649936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2008/07/tiredtired-blurred.html' title='Tired...Tired... Blurred?!'/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-4019971513795371335</id><published>2008-07-06T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T03:40:11.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Promoting :)</title><content type='html'>Well... just want to say that I still haven't promoted my blog to many so i'm gonna start by... NEXT TIME that I log in~ :) I forgot to do it this time, oh well, peace be with everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-4019971513795371335?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/4019971513795371335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=4019971513795371335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/4019971513795371335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/4019971513795371335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2008/07/promoting.html' title='Promoting :)'/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-1250478413665135804</id><published>2008-06-30T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T09:20:51.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Day. New Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I guess I haven't really trusted a lot of the other people I claimed important. It's one of the most &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;vital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; things that is required in every relationship and something that I lack... a lot!!! ~grr... what kind of human being am I?! I'm a perfect example of someone so imperfect - hehehe, sorry, I kinda love the sentence when it came into my mind! I love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;ironic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; stuff~ just like the idea of a thief not wanting to rob anything but is required to do so, well, that character just came into my mind so don't expect anyone to have an idea on what the heck I am talking about!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Commercial break:&lt;br /&gt;During our Filipino Class... we were forced to sing the songs we translated from English to Filipino... and the weird part here is singing in front of the class with everybody staring at you! I'll upload the videos next time, :) So let's enjoy the fun~ hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to whatever I was blabbing about earlier... I need to get a move on with my life regarding my online stories~ I mean, I kept saying that I'm about to update and how long is forever?! I haven't updated at all... I'm such a freak... grr... T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Commercial 2:&lt;br /&gt;I'm promoting our new yahoo groups for 3Bes1, :) I'll ask Hazel to make me a moderator... I want to make some adjustments and stuffs... hahaha! Fun, fun life~ I have a lot of things in mind! AND I just realized that I have more commercials than actual post... grr..! Bad me~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/3besone/join"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/yg/img/i/us/ui/join.gif" alt="Click here to join 3besone" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click to join 3besone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! I've been really wanting to have fun and I realized that being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; is most fun and whether or not people accept me... I'll be happy on just how things are! Naaakz~ that is so me! hehehe! Oh well, I'm just gonna kick those people' s asses who kept on saying bad stuff about me! I'm not perfect and so are they so they, like me, have no right to talk about other people behind those people's back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Commercial 3:&lt;br /&gt;I read two of Mon's post and I got irritated with the drama part about not having friends... so 'arte'! Can't he at least push some effort to analyze the situation and stop complaining! DUH?! I have it when I read those kind of post but anyway~ I'm not really mad! Just a bit disappointed! :P hehehe, I thought he knew better! Oooh well~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last words on the matter... I want to download a lot of manga! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Nana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; is sooooooooo great! Honestly, I recommend everyone to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;read it or watch it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;! I guess the reality it pose to the readers is so real and good, I can't help but fall in love with the story and the characters~ It's 12:18am and I'm still outside surfing the net~ what a life! ngeee... better call the PLDT My DSL promo soon so I could have a normal surfing life at home *Sigh* I hate PLDT, but I have no choice though XP hahahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Last commercial:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; my friends and from this day on I swear I'll try my best to be stronger and I thank &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;  above all for taking care me a lot, especially when I am down and troubled~ hhihihihih! :D I owe a lot to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; HIM!~&lt;/span&gt; yay! Happy, happy life! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I really thought that the earlier words would be last but I guess I'm so talkative I won't stop talking till someone tells me to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;SHUT UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;! noooooooo~ that would be bad or i'll be staying here forever! Ngee... that is so unhealthy plus the download server on this place is not in favor to me... waaaaaaaaaah~ oh well,  but I have to admit that the server is faster here but the download system is the problem but this place is secured virus free thought~ I'm glad about that! ehehehe, :) At least I won't be placed in any situation wherein I'll be endangering my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;USB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;! hahaha~ I love my USB more than me? No way~ hahahaha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="310"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/JadSAnt0Kc/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/JadSAnt0Kc/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="345" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/irona/video/KAOmm5LA/fall_out_boy_saturday_music_video/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - Fall Out Boy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Here's the song I translated:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;"Saturday"&lt;br /&gt;by Fall-out Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm good to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And I'm going nowhere fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;It could be worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;It could be taking you there with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm good to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;But it looks like I'm still on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm good to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;For something golden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Though the motions I've been going through have failed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And I'm coasting on potential towards a wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;At a 100 miles an hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;When I say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Two more weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My foot is in the door (yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I can't sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;In the wake of Saturday (Saturday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;When these open doors were open-ended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;When these open doors were open-ended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Pete and I attacked the lost Astoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;with promise and precision and mess of youthful innocence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And I read about the afterlife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;But I never really lived more than an hour (more than an hour)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;When I say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Two more weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My foot is in the door (yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I can't sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;In the wake of Saturday (Saturday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;When these open doors were open-ended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;When these open doors were open-ended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And I read about the afterlife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;But I never really lived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And I read about the afterlife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;But I never really lived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Two more weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My foot is in the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Me and Pete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;In the wake of Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;When these open doors were open-ended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;When these open doors were open-ended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My translation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A/N: You can sing the song using my lyrics~ Yay! My national language is Filipino and I'm a Filipina~ hehehe, MABUHAY PHILIPPINES!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Sabado”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;translated by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Handa na ako&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;At wala akong pupuntahan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Pwedeng lumala&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Dalhin ka nito papunta sa akin&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Handa na ako&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Pero mukhang ako’y mag-isa lang&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Handa na ako&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Para sa ‘sang hiwaga&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Kahit na ang galaw na dinadaanan ko’y sawi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;At ako’y naghahanap ng potensyal sa pader&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Sa bilis na 100 milya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Pagsinabi ko&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Dalawang linggo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Ang paa ko’y nasa pinto (Oo)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Di ako makatulog&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Sa gising ng Sabado (Sabado)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Sabado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Nang ang pintong ito’y bukas sa dulo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Sabado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Nang ang pintong ito’y bukas sa dulo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Ako’t si Pete’y umatakae sa Astoria&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Ng may pangako at presisyon at gulo ng kabataan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;At nabasa ko ang kabilang-buhay&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Pero di pa ako nabubuhay ng higit sa ‘sang oras (higit sa ‘sang oras)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Pagsinabi ko&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Dalawang linggo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Ang paa ko’y nasa pinto (Oo)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Di ako makatulog&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Sa gising ng Sabado (Sabado)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Sabado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Nang ang pintong ito’y bukas sa dulo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Sabado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Nang ang pintong ito’y bukas sa dulo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;At nabasa ko ang kabilang-buhay&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Pero di pa ako nabubuhay&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;At nabasa ko ang kabilang-buhay&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Pero di pa ako nabubuhay&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Dalawa pang linggo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Ang paa ko’y nasa pinto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Ako’t si Pete&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Sa gising ng Sabado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Sabado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Nang ang pintong ito’y bukas sa dulo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Sabado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Nang ang pintong ito’y bukas sa dulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Sabado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sabado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;~Hope you enjoyed that!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-1250478413665135804?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/1250478413665135804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=1250478413665135804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/1250478413665135804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/1250478413665135804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-day-new-life.html' title='New Day. New Life'/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-2999308878647519367</id><published>2008-06-26T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T05:46:06.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over and over again!</title><content type='html'>How long has it been since I last wished wistfully that I wanted to die? I don't know exactly but ever since college, I restricted myself from having those kind of thoughts because it is so unhealthy plus ever since I fell in love with God, I don't think it's something He would want to happen to me... He's really great! :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, recently, there has been a lot of ill-events in my life that I couldn't handle anymore. My emotions are going around so much yet I still have no idea whatsoever what it is that I should do to be able to handle the situation better. It's really sad yet my face says so otherwise. Am I an idiot? I don't know, I must be... and a really good one at that! Because for a long time I've been putting up with my insanity and still haven't gotten sick and tired of it... Miracles do happen huh? I'm not really making much sense right now but I have to clear the fact that I can't find the purpose of my life anymore... it feels like I'm a totally useless git!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Commercial break from all the drama:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The kid placed beside me is playing Tutti Cuti: The Ice Cream Parlour Game.. ahihihi, so kawaii~ Where did she find that game? I kind of like it... I'm a bit envious! Haha! I want to go around catching ice creams that flies from out of nowhere while holding a cone... though I'm not really the one eating it though... aww! SAD!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut! So going back to my drama, I have no life, I'm useless, I'm a bitch and I'm loosing the reason to live. Honestly, I just believe that my pet dogs are my only reason for living and once they leave me... I don't think I have anything left for me... I love them yet you can't really expect thjem to feel the same way for me! They're freaking dogs plus they're not personally mine... I'm just like their caretaker or something. If yu ask for my friends... I don't think I have any. I've been so distant with everybody that I no longer share a connection with them plus I'm ruining their lives when I'm a around! hahaha~ I just want to laugh about it but honestly... it's so sad then here at home, everyone is so distant. Honestly, I don't think I have much of a life anymore and I'm on the verge on going crazy.... hehehe, Why am I like posting this &lt;strong&gt;Last Will and Testament &lt;/strong&gt;kind of entry in my blog? ahahah~ well, no body really cares about me anymore so I don't think anybody really cares about what happens in my life. Honestly, I'm kind of a loner nowadas and I no longer have anything to hold on in life but I hope and pray that I can pass through this storm with a happy and honest heart. I pray for the best and believe in God above all. If I day one of these days, it's all my fault but if I didn't... well, that means I'm meant to let this storm pass and make it through despite all the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last commercial break:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go and read the manga Nana or watch the anime. It's really nice yet sad. I really appreciate the story and love the events that occurred. It's a bit sad yet I love the reality imposed on the story... I fell in love with &lt;strong&gt;Shin&lt;/strong&gt; by the way~ he's mine! That's stupid prostitute who's just 15 year old! Can't believe that Kanata Hongo took that boy's role~~ Kawaii!!! hahahaha! :D anyway, Nana really has one of the best storylines ever!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for my final words in this post, if ever I post something after this in a few days or weeks... that must've mean that I haven't died yet~ heheh! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-2999308878647519367?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/2999308878647519367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=2999308878647519367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/2999308878647519367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/2999308878647519367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2008/06/over-and-over-again.html' title='Over and over again!'/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-3012464190310652880</id><published>2008-06-16T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T07:59:39.353-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dramatic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='message'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disappointment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friend'/><title type='text'>To my best friend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12;"  &gt;STOP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12;"  &gt; Before you read this let me warn you of some things first… this letter may or may not be addressed to you at all but it doesn’t matter whether you read it or not. All that I ask for those who wants to waste their time reading this is to respect everything I have written here. Don’t point out any wrong grammars!!! I’m not good, I know that! So don’t make me more upset than I am now~ Grr….!!! Rarrrr!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12;"  &gt;Anyway, this supposed to be short letter of mine contains emotions I can’t share with anybody else face-to-face but at least thru letters or journals or any medium that doesn’t involve you guys seeing me fall apart, I can. This has something to do with my ‘pride’ issue.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12;"  &gt;If you just plan to pry on my life and make some stupid comments about it then don’t read this but if you came here in concern of what’s up with me… well, please read on. All I ask is respect… I may not have the right to ask people to give me respect since I am a very disrespectful person but at least this one time… let me pour my heart out to the world.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12;"  &gt;Thank you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Dear friend,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;“Hey, what’s up? What have you been doing lately? I really miss you…”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I counted the words in that quoted sentence and it consisted of 13 words… you better count again to make sure, I may have miscounted so I’ll double check it later. You know… that sentence is something I wanted to tell you for a long time now! I really miss you, swear! I even want to hug you and say “Yo, girl!” with an American accent and all, funny isn’t it? Well, that’s because I’ve been watching too much American films lately… I’m bored to death here at home except of course when I play with the puppies who take the time of their lives to ignore me as much as they can thank you dear puppies of mine! :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Anyway, I know you’re probably wondering why I even bothered myself writing a letter to you and online?! Come on people! Why online?! There could be thousands out there checking out this letter and saying “Dude, the person who wrote this must be insane” and I totally agree~ I’m insane!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;You still probably don’t get me… and I know that after all the times that we’ve been thru you know I’m a frank person when asked “What’s wrong?”, so here goes nothing: &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;I don’t think we’re friends anymore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;.&lt;/i&gt; “What?!” that must’ve been your first reaction if you took that seriously and if not, you would probably have laughed your ass off… well, I’m serious.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I know we’ve been thru a lot and I really value those moments! You’re one of the few I truly consider as my best, best friend! And I was even imagining enjoying my future with you still on my friend list! Come on, I told you everything – at least almost everything as far my memory is concerned – I could possibly tell anyone and I think you did the same too. Yes, I said I think because I’m not really sure. You did say you trust me and I’m one of your closest friends too and I really appreciate that! I was so touched when you said that but somehow… the quote “Actions speak louder than words” kept on repeating in my head right now like some kind of advertisement in tv that reminds you that this product of theirs is blah, blah and stuff… and you know what? It just plunged itself into my heart like a knife sharpened for this very moment!!! Grr… deeper than I had expected...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Lately, I’m being an asshole and starts getting emotional – you know, my usual drama? Still remember some of them? Probably irritated you to death ha? I have some serious mood problems… hehehe. Anyway, lately, I’ve been feeling neglected and unremembered. I miss you a lot and I tried contacting you hoping that even just for a minute of your busy life I could get thru to you and hear you say “Hi!!! I miss you! How have you been?” but somehow, no matter what I do I couldn’t reach you… It was like… there’s this thought in my mind that told me, you would try to contact me back, like old times, extend your hand to me back when I have mine extended to yours for a long time now and I felt that somehow you don’t plan to extend your hand anymore. Metaphorical or Dramatic, which is it? Well that’s for you to think and about and that’s what all about me! Little ‘ol crazy me… I’m probably just overly emotional right now so I’m getting so worked up about such a little thing of negligence… but you know what? No matter how emotional I am right now, I am definitely sane enough to know what I’m saying and I don’t think I’ll regret every word I’ve typed in here… because as of now, this is just one of the very few moments wherein my mind listens to my heart – like a connection or a planetary alignment that happens only in a thousand or million or billions of years – which allows me to put into words what my heart is crying out for a long time now... Pain.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I don’t need sympathy or your apologetic attention right now, all I want is for you to know what’s happening with me and how I feel… and what move comes next after this? It is all up to you. Be it, we would be close friends again or we start going on our separate lives just like what you’re doing right now, so be it! I trust everything in your better judgment, you’re smarter than me. I’m an idiot and an idiot I will always be. May God guide you in your life, this may be the last time I may say this as a best friend because the next time we meet, I would probably treat you the way I treat my other friends because I don’t want to be hurt anymore. Hurt, to the point that I may never heal again, because I can’t hide the fact that I want to talk to you, hang out with you, tell you my opinions in life, joke around with you – old times sake and even for the new times! So for this one truthful moment of my life, let me say this to you “I miss you”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Yours truly,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Your Best Friend&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12;"  &gt;This has been one of the most dramatic letters I’ve written all my life but so far… this is by far, one of the best!!! The tears are going down the drain, the pain is slowly easing, the heartaches slowly fade and as of now, I could close my eyes and sleep in peace. I can rest, then after that, I’ll wake up wearing the best smile I haven’t worn for a long time… my heart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-3012464190310652880?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/3012464190310652880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=3012464190310652880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/3012464190310652880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/3012464190310652880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-my-best-friend.html' title='To my best friend...'/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-133224795488948657</id><published>2008-04-08T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T18:06:56.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocean's Eleven</title><content type='html'>I grabbed this from this &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://mlizcochico.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I really enjoyed her version of this :) Thanks for letting me snag this! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/R_w6FDNKd8I/AAAAAAAAAHM/DUtkqA-g-EY/s1600-h/oceans11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187084729258244034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/R_w6FDNKd8I/AAAAAAAAAHM/DUtkqA-g-EY/s320/oceans11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 11 people you can think of right off the top of your head. Don’t read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 11 people. This is a lot funnier if you actually randomly list the names first.. No cheating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Luisa&lt;br /&gt;2. Janice&lt;br /&gt;3. Sarah&lt;br /&gt;4. Janel&lt;br /&gt;5. Gian&lt;br /&gt;6. Albert&lt;br /&gt;7. Jigo&lt;br /&gt;8. Simon&lt;br /&gt;9. Mau&lt;br /&gt;10. Iris&lt;br /&gt;11. Judith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE GOES NOTHING.... :O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.HOW DID YOU MEET #4?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I met her when I found out she's an anime fan! YAY~!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITHOUT # 6?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Err... he's my 'dad' at school so school won't be complete without him!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF #2 AND # 6 WERE GOING OUT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They haven't met yet.. when they did... i'll think about it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF #5 CONFESSED HE/SHE LOVES YOU ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eeeeeeeww... GIAN LIKES ME?! NO WAY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.WHO’S #10′S BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Judith, Gian and Janel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.HAVE YOU EVER EATEN AROUND #1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always, she treats me :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.DO YOU MISS #2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;YES!!! I MISS HER A LOT! T.T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.WHO IS #11 DATING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one else... but me ;) (Okay... we're both girls just so you know and this is a freaking joke! she's dating no one!! hahaha!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.WHAT DO YOU THINK OF #3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One word: &lt;strong&gt;YUCK!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.WHAT DO YOU THINK OF #9?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's a really good friend! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.WHAT WOULD U DO IF #4 AND #7 were dating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Umm... no comment? I'm slightly affected... :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.WOULD YOU MARRY #8?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nope, I haven't thought of him that way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.DO YOU LOVE #10?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do! :) She's a really good friend! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.EVER SLEPT IN THE SAME ROOM AS ANY OF THE NUMBERS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes. And they know when...! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a bit &lt;strong&gt;wacky&lt;/strong&gt;! hahaha! and I really enjoyed it! hahah! Thanks for letting me snag this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-133224795488948657?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/133224795488948657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=133224795488948657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/133224795488948657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/133224795488948657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2008/04/oceans-eleven.html' title='Ocean&apos;s Eleven'/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/R_w6FDNKd8I/AAAAAAAAAHM/DUtkqA-g-EY/s72-c/oceans11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-5562996560177688071</id><published>2008-03-28T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T08:01:19.677-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Binangonan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiencing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dagupan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='victory liner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manila'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='San Fabian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baguio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friend'/><title type='text'>Road Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Manila-Dagupan-Baguio-San Fabian-Binangonan-Dagupan-Manila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.Manila.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six of the eight people in the trip met up in UST and were escorted via Sarah's dad from UST to the bus station of Victory Liner in Cubao. The other two, who were Mau and Simon, met up at Gateway and sadly, they experienced some inconvenience so it took some time before they met up with up on the bus station but when they arrived at almost 11 we took the earliest bus we can, the 10:40 am bus to Dagupan so our journey started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/R_t1ijNKd2I/AAAAAAAAAGc/CyHC_KU_NoI/s1600-h/100_7369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/R_t1ijNKd2I/AAAAAAAAAGc/CyHC_KU_NoI/s320/100_7369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186868632273712994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.Dagupan.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were welcomed by Lui's dad who was really friendly and patient with us. Though we were tired, we knew that there are lots of things that we could still do on our short stay but today, we decided to just cool it and take things slowly. After harvesting some mangoes from Lui's backyard and eating it on their terrace. We watched Sweeney Todd in the evening and had some fortune telling session, courtesy of Simon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/R_t2BDNKd3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/zxMW0NlzOhE/s1600-h/IMG_4746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/R_t2BDNKd3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/zxMW0NlzOhE/s320/IMG_4746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186869156259723122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.Baguio.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At an early hour, we woke up and prepared for our road trip to Baguio, we met Kuya July, who is our driver thanks to Lui's dad. :) We stayed on a cabin courtesy of Lui's aunt this time. The cabin was big and comfortable! The place is cold and you don't need an aircon or an electric fan to refreshen yourself in the summer heat! We went to different places and admittedly, the cold weather and the beautiful sceneries are a great combination! At around 6, we went home to cook dinner: fried chicken, mash potato, gravy and mushroom soup. We had dinner at 9 and the others drank alcohol till 3am, I didn't join them since I wasn't allowed by my mom! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/R_t2gTNKd4I/AAAAAAAAAGs/C_mC1veDf3k/s1600-h/100_7452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/R_t2gTNKd4I/AAAAAAAAAGs/C_mC1veDf3k/s320/100_7452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186869693130635138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.San Fabian and Binangonan.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in Baguio till 12 in the morning and left to go to San Fabian in Pangasinan. The journey leaving Baguio, especially our cabin is a sad one as we were all at 'home' there and I won't deny than the place had the most welcoming aura of all and I couldn't help but feel sad leaving it. We stayed at San Fabian for the afternoon, it is in Lui's uncle's place. They were old people, kind and welcoming. The beach has a black sand and sadly, we didn't take a dip as we saw some stray jelly fish on the shore which isn't really inviting. But we collected some shells and they buried my feet on the sand which was fun. I guess the fun isn't in swimming, but on how we spend our time together. :) Later this night, we went to Binangonan to meet up with Lui's mom. Lui's dad picked us up from San Fabian and left us at Binangonan, there Lui's mom greeted us and we were showed around their home. It was a nice place and I searched Lui's room for pics and stuff and I found some! haha! Lui's looks like Pat, her lil' sis when she was younger! :) Her mom made us have dinner in a restaurant and the food was great, I had a second serving or calamares! Love it! :) We went home early as we were tired and weary from the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/R_t6-zNKd5I/AAAAAAAAAG0/Ve4Q_SOnISo/s1600-h/IMG_5057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/R_t6-zNKd5I/AAAAAAAAAG0/Ve4Q_SOnISo/s320/IMG_5057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186874615163156370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.Dagupan.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home early, meaning we didn't stay to long but it was really late. We went to the bus station at around 1pm but we had a photo op earlier that morning and below this text is one of the many pictures we had at that time! It was really fun and admittedly, a moment that I want to treasure for the rest of my life. It's Mau's birthday by the way (Happy birthday Mau!!!). I couldn't help but laugh as I feel my body give away from fatigue yet in the back of my mind... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"This ain't the last time I'll be here"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/R_t7TzNKd6I/AAAAAAAAAG8/GY3qLVL4WnQ/s1600-h/100_7620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/R_t7TzNKd6I/AAAAAAAAAG8/GY3qLVL4WnQ/s320/100_7620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186874975940409250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.Manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;So we all went to the bus station with Lui escorting us... it was a bit sad as we boarded the bus and knowing that the four days of fun is ending... we had Lui take a picture of us from outside the bus so this is the outcome... I couldn't help but feel a bit sad that we're going but then again, we have a new home to go to when we're in Dagupan, so why do I have to be sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/R_t7sTNKd7I/AAAAAAAAAHE/-FauGpaiuc0/s1600-h/100_7635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/R_t7sTNKd7I/AAAAAAAAAHE/-FauGpaiuc0/s320/100_7635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186875396847204274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I just typed a lot of places and I could assure you that traveling from one place to another can be really tiring.. and the most tiring fact is that we did it within four days... how? I don't know how, myself. Everything just happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"In a journey that involves people you love, every time spent is well treasured"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-5562996560177688071?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/5562996560177688071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=5562996560177688071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/5562996560177688071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/5562996560177688071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2008/03/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip'/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/R_t1ijNKd2I/AAAAAAAAAGc/CyHC_KU_NoI/s72-c/100_7369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-373353402081081775</id><published>2008-02-02T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T08:38:50.413-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ohno'/><title type='text'>Arashi sings "Happiness"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h7zU9BsNbrg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h7zU9BsNbrg&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:+2;"&gt;Happiness by Arashi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:monotype corsiva;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mukai kaze no naka de nagei teru yori mo&lt;br /&gt;Umaku iku koto wo souzou sure ba&lt;br /&gt;Itsu no hi ka kawaru toki ga kuru&lt;br /&gt;Muchu de ikite tara nani ge nai koto de&lt;br /&gt;Ai ga kizu tsui te tamerai nagara&lt;br /&gt;Nando mo tachi agaru yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omoi de no ato saki wo kangae tara samishi sugiru ne&lt;br /&gt;Sawaga shi mirai ga mukou de Kitto matteru kara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hashiri dase hashiri dase&lt;br /&gt;asu wo mukae ni ikou Kimi dake no oto wo kikasete yo zenbu kanji teru yo&lt;br /&gt;Tomenaide tomenaide&lt;br /&gt;ima wo ugokasu kimochi Don nani chiisana tsubomi demo&lt;br /&gt;Hitotsu dake no Happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namida no kimochi sae kotoba ni dekinai&lt;br /&gt;Shiawase no niji ha nani iro nante&lt;br /&gt;Kinishi naku te ii kara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kotae wo mitsuke you to omoide mata tsumi kasane teru&lt;br /&gt;Koko kara atarashii basyo he nani mo osore nai de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tooku made tooku made doko made mo tsuduku michi&lt;br /&gt;Kimi dake no koe wo kikasete yo zutto soba ni iru yo&lt;br /&gt;Tomenaide tomenaide zutto sinjiru kimochi&lt;br /&gt;Ima ha na mo nai tsubomi dakedo&lt;br /&gt;Hitotsu dake no Happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hashiri dase hashiri dase&lt;br /&gt;asu wo mukae ni ikou Kimi dake no oto wo kikasete yo zenbu kanji teru yo&lt;br /&gt;Tomenaide tomenaide&lt;br /&gt;ima wo ugokasu kimochi Don nani chiisana tsubomi demo&lt;br /&gt;Hitotsu dake no Happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A funny video in its own way. I couldn't help but add it as my favorite &lt;i&gt;Arashi&lt;/i&gt; video so far, because the mood here is fun, it's simple. It merely portrayed how much they want to show that people have 'happiness'. It is quite cute really, though I highly disapproved Ninomiya Kazunari flirting with Ohno or having Aiba bit his head, grrr... stupid jboys, acting accordingly to what the &lt;i&gt;fans&lt;/i&gt; want...huhuh, Joke! Well, I just don't like seeing Nino (Ninomiya Kazunari's nickname) acting like an uke to anyone...! T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the video has a simple theme which you'll enjoy and nonetheless, something you'll be able to laugh at! Let's spread the Jpop Love~ :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-373353402081081775?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/373353402081081775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=373353402081081775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/373353402081081775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/373353402081081775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2008/02/arashi-sings-happiness.html' title='Arashi sings &quot;Happiness&quot;'/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-9190939334401828908</id><published>2008-02-02T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T21:59:43.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter of Request</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;color:black;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;University of Santo Tomas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;color:black;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="color:black;"&gt;College of Arts and Letters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;Theology IV:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;color:black;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Social Involvement&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="color:black;"&gt;COMMUNITY SERVICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(54, 95, 145);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;hr style="" width="100%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="color:black;"&gt;Sir/ Ma’am:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="color:black;"&gt;Greetings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="color:black;"&gt;It is an honour for us to be able to hand this letter of request to you today. This request is with regards to one of the basic requirement of our course in Social Involvement, we would like to ask you of a favour, that you, Sir/Ma’am, allow us to perform a short presentation to one or two classes under your supervision, about the hazards and must-do in cleaning the environment. It will be a privilege for us to be able to reach out to the students and inform them of the reasons on why we should keep the environment clean. If you would like to check the contents of our short presentation, then we will gladly show you of our plans and the things we have prepared to present to the students, which we assure to be environment-friendly and does not show explicit contents that is not suitable for young audience.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="color:black;"&gt;We give our regards and thanks for the time you have spent in considering our request, we pray you good day and hope that we receive your response soon.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="color:black;"&gt;Thank you and God bless.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                        &lt;/span&gt;Respectfully yours,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;2 BES 1&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;color:black;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;color:black;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Professor-in-charge:&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="color:black;"&gt;_________________________&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Professor E. Sanchez, PhD&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;color:black;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;color:black;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Students from 2 Behavioral Science 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;color:black;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;color:black;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;______________&lt;span style=""&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;________________&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;________________&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bayron, Sarah Jane   &lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Gamboa III, Mauro&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;Locara, Merriam Grace&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;__________________&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;___________________&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ovideo, Luisa                        &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Santiago, Iris&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-9190939334401828908?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/9190939334401828908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=9190939334401828908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/9190939334401828908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/9190939334401828908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2008/02/letter-of-request.html' title='Letter of Request'/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-7183907660899484423</id><published>2008-02-02T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T22:10:56.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn! Damn! Damn!</title><content type='html'>I am so depressed... I don't know why, but whenever I'm alone and allowed to think of random stuffs, I couldn't help but cry and go crazy. Why? I don't know. I guess the stress that I'm working as hard as I can at school, taking the problems all at once and at the same time troubled by the people surrounding me... I won't deny that it's all getting into me. The stress. I am so tired right now and what more, no body understands. Yes, no body. I'm actually crying right now just thinking about it! Can you believe that? I'm stupid. An idiot. A nincampoop. I'll die like this if I keep this up you know. Haha. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is... my family doesn't understand the stress they are giving me, nor have they noticed the stress I'm going through.... I'm so tired... too tired... my body can still keep up but my heart can't. I'm no longer sure if I can last up to tomorrow. Tears just kept falling and I can't hold back... the more I hold back the more they fall. Pain. It exists... deep within my heart.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not my family, not my friends, no body understands the pressure my heart is receiving right now, I thought that it has always been okay at first... but now. I know. It's not okay. There's no way for it to be all okay. Whatever I do, I'll always be in pain, and no matter how hard I try to fight and face it head on, I'll always be defeated, you know why?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...because, as long as no body asked me what's wrong... it'll never be right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-7183907660899484423?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/7183907660899484423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=7183907660899484423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/7183907660899484423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/7183907660899484423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2008/02/damn-damn-damn.html' title='Damn! Damn! Damn!'/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-3137140353619123285</id><published>2008-01-22T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T03:38:59.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Our Theology Project Documentary"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UI23JC6V74E&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UI23JC6V74E&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching this short clip, you would probably wonder why the heck I posted this funny video in cleaning one's home plus why I entitled this blog entry as &lt;i&gt;"Our Theology Project Documentary&lt;/i&gt;... well, there's a story here so you better read! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our topic is about the environment, well it's generally the basic thing, cleaning the environment, etc. etc.! I made the whole program in an hour's time because I wasn't able to work on it last night, well, thanks to my brother and sister who are lovingly  using the computer... arrgh! and since I was sleepy due to lack of sleep since the past week, I decided to just work on it today, this morning.... *sigh* it is really bad so I really need everyone's help on this, but anyway! About the video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video is about cleaning the house, it is taken from the anime &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Perfect Girl Evolution&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt; or &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yamato Nadesico Shichi Henge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.I really enjoyed downloading the video because the scenes were comical yet the explanation were true so considering the fact that we're about to face grade 5 to grade 6 students, it is best to go down their age and go to their field of interest so our talk or rather, our presentation would be able to both entertain them and educate them! That's the sole purpose of everything right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So relating the video to our topic, if you have learned to clean your own home from the inside then learning to clean and maintaining the cleanliness of your surroundings won't be much of a problem, I really just want to extend the idea to the students for them to learn and understand the importance of cleanliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I posted this for my groupmates, hope they enjoyed it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.savefile.com/files/1333290"&gt;Powerpoint presentation&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.savefile.com/files/1333305"&gt;Invitation (Publication)&lt;/a&gt; -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is the picture version of the Invitation&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img245.imageshack.us/my.php?image=page1ya3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img245.imageshack.us/img245/764/page1ya3.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img99.imageshack.us/my.php?image=page2hz5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img99.imageshack.us/img99/3856/page2hz5.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-3137140353619123285?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/3137140353619123285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=3137140353619123285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/3137140353619123285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/3137140353619123285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2008/01/our-theology-project-documentary.html' title='&quot;Our Theology Project Documentary&quot;'/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-9217309728491499354</id><published>2008-01-20T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T09:57:31.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories I've Written and Published!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:monotype corsiva;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I wrote these stories out of impulse and I owe a lot of people who have spent their time reading and reviewing them, I owe everyone for spending their time on my stories... but anyway, I just want to post the 10 stories I have published so far with 2 of them still on-going!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3551357/1/Boo_Boo_Boo_The_Spiritual_Baby"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Boo! Boo! Boo! The Spiritual Baby&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Daa! Daa! UFO Baby inspired story: Mikan was asked by her grandfather to stay with a family friend the Hyuuga not expecting to meet a seriously illmannered boy, Natsume Hyuuga and what’s worst? She just became a ‘Mama’ of a baby who controls ghost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3291491/1/Rocking_My_World"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Rocking My World&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Mikan is a newbie rockstar. She formed an allgirls band and so far her greatest nemesis is none other than the other band... which is allboys, Natsume Hyuuga’s band. Now she plans to prove that women rules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3544538/1/Mistaken"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Mistaken&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Mikan loves no one else as her boyfriend except Natsume but after his long absence Mikan slowly realized that somehow her longing for him rubbed on other people… and that is how mistaken she is… it’s a bigtime mistake. [NxM]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3264215/1/The_Promise"&gt; &lt;b&gt;The Promise&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Mikan always loved Natsume as her best friend ever since childhood but their past is also the reason for her to hate him. Can she ever love him again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3404461/1/Love_Just_like_Boxing"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Love: Just Like Boxing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary: these are 3 different love moments between a boy and a girl and it is to decide who has more control... women or men? Let the fight begin crappy right? Ü Pairings: NxM &amp;amp; TxM &amp;amp; RxH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3264211/1/Friendly_Push"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Friendly Push&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Momo and Ryoma played a game of doubles against the golden pair but they kept on fighting until Fuji tried to cool them off… which resulted to a next Golden Pair or better? Momo X Ryoma, slight Eiji X Oishi and slight Fuji X Tezuka [One Shot]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2897606/1/Hyuuga_Forgets"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Hyuuga Forgets&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary: After the war... there are still certain unhealed casualties but of course if it's something that medicine can't cure... love is the solution! NejiXTenten slight SakuraXSasuke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3209645/1/The_Setup"&gt; &lt;b&gt;The Setup&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Hotaru found out that Ruka likes Mikan so she wants to help the guy to confess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2924095/1/Christmas_Party"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Christmas Party&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Mikan is left behind by everyone and there's nothing she can do about it... but wait...not everyone... there's still Natsume... O.o natsumeXmikan and rukaXhotaru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2564065/1/Kissing_A_Sacred_Thing_to_Do"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Kissing: A Sacred Thing to Do&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary: This started when Naruto accidentally kissed Sakura in the crowd, he didn’t mean to but then it started a big problem! Sasuke in fury, Ino feeling left out by Shikamaru, Temari on Shikamaru’s trail, Hinata looking gloomy, Neji feeling a left out by Ten Ten… It’s all because Naruto was trying to find Hinata and Sakura was just buying some snacks…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-9217309728491499354?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/9217309728491499354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=9217309728491499354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/9217309728491499354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/9217309728491499354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2008/01/stories-ive-written-and-published.html' title='Stories I&apos;ve Written and Published!'/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-6599359173905435949</id><published>2008-01-20T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T09:18:36.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How long has it been...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How long has it been since... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I last updated my friendster account?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Probably more than two weeks by now, I haven't even bothered opening it since the last time. I can't blame anybody for saying that I'm such a lazy girl not to open my account, and what more, not even replying to all the comments given to me by my friends... I am quite busy nowadays with thinking how much I want to escape the evil grasps of friendster, I'm not addicted to it, it is simply with regards to the fact that I hate a lot of people whenever I check my friendster account, I feel envious that she would leave a message to them and not to me, or they'll be talking and updating each other there yet no matter how much I try to join in they won't even fill me in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How long has it been since... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I last properly signed in on my yahoo messenger?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Well, I am always online and is always checking my yahoo mail, but somehow, having people buzz me or pop me just so they could talk to me irritates me. It's a hustle on  how I must entertain them when it was their fault that they are talking to me in the first place. Also, I didn't like the idea of having to talk to people even if my status clearly states that I'm busy, I only signed because I am waiting for someone or I need to be informed about something... you get the idea! I don't like talking to  people who only force their selves to talk to me, come on! isn't that quite rude? and anyway, there are even some whom I call my &lt;i&gt;BESTFRIEND&lt;/i&gt; ignoring me happily, good for that person, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How long has it been since... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I last updated my fanfiction stories?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Well, I just updated one last night... I was a bit guilty because the last time I updated that was way back in June or July of 2007, so it's already January of 2008! Can you believe how stupid I was to delay it for too long? Oh well, I am an impulsive writer as I have always claimed, I won't be satisfied with well-written works, I want to write what I feel and what I have seen! I want people to feel the reality that I write in my works despite always writing fantasy stuffs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How long has it been since... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I posted anything on my blogs?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...There isn't really much to say here, because I was practically thirsty for a lay-out that fits my image! Okay, nothing will ever fit, but what I want to say is that I really wanted to have something that I could present as me, something that whenever people would check it out, they would say, okay Katleya owns this, right? I mean, I want something to be proud of! Anyway, that's a different story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How long has it been since... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was last depressed?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...This is an everyday thing, so I won't deny that just last Friday I was depressed over something, and even now something is bothering me to the point that I update my blog! CAn you believe that?!? Nah? Okay, good! :D But seriously, something really bugged me when I came home last Friday but generally, it's all good now, so I'm quite happy and excited of what God has prepared for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How long has it been since... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I cried for myself?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Lately, or I'm not sure when, tears that I shed were no longer for me... they were always for other people, I feel their pain, I feel their suffering to the point that I cry and pity them without being disrespectful. I am sad whenever I see people suffering, I hate the face of anguish and despair, I love watching people smile and relax, laugh and enjoy the beauty of the world... so whenever I watch news and heard of an untimely and cruel death, tears of sadness comes out, even if it's not for me, I know that I cried for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How long has it been since... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I told my friends of everything I am keeping inside of me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...The possibility of fully opening up is really low, my trust for others have greatly sunk, I'm not sure anymore on how to extend my hand to them, but I know! If they extend their hands to me, I may be able to say something... something real and something deep in my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-6599359173905435949?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/6599359173905435949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=6599359173905435949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/6599359173905435949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/6599359173905435949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-long-has-it-been.html' title='How long has it been...'/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-6855277563306253890</id><published>2007-12-02T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T08:32:06.114-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enjoyment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='st. joseph'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertained'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playground'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baba and nicole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='request'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='field'/><title type='text'>Talk about kids!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/kai_Li/school/MOV00008-2.flv" height="361" width="448"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So what is wrong with this video?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters... it is the fact that I am nowhere to be found all throughout the short clip! Secondly, it is because you have no idea whatsoever who the two girls in the video are... don't worry this ain't a scam! I'm not a pimp you know! Third and Lastly, what the heck is happening in the video?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a deep breathe first before I start telling you what happened that day and why it resulted to this... inhumane acts?! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Saturday, I had nothing much to do. My aunt asked me if I could take care of her children that Saturday and be their representative as the 'family'. Well, since I was a bit light-headed at that time, I wasn't able to comprehend the question properly... now that I remembered it, did they ask me or simply told me to do it? haha! Can't remember! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when Saturday came, I took those two girls. The one with the eye glasses is Nicole Mae while the one sitting on the stone is Leila Patricia. Nicole is at grade two since she's the oldest and Leila is at grade one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day, I've been entertained by kids... well it figures, but not by my cousins! Kids that I've only seen for the first time... you know why? That's because I was so bored that I just decided to draw something really nice or entertaining. Not that I'm that good, well, it was simply because I needed to do something. Sigh. It was one of the scariest experience I had! haha! Well, just think about it! Kids flooding your eyeview asking you this and that and also nagging you about certain things that I can't even understand immediately... you get the idea right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the whole event the two kids didn't want to go home. They even nagged to go to that large though actually small grassland near the entrance. It was a nice view and I like it... but what they did there is the funny part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img233.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc04697yp2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/2346/dsc04697yp2.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img225.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc04688nh3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img225.imageshack.us/img225/5748/dsc04688nh3.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img218.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc04677pz5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img218.imageshack.us/img218/1787/dsc04677pz5.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img86.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc04687ql5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img86.imageshack.us/img86/1056/dsc04687ql5.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 433px; height: 323px;" src="http://img218.imageshack.us/img218/8224/dsc04711im7.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They were practically running here and there... everywhere and even tagged me along in their game and I didn't care if I look like a mom playing with her kids. Listen, I ate so much that lunch that I want to burn whatever I took in or at least use some of it! So I guess, this was at the very least, worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... at the video, they requested me to do it! Nicole wanted to look like a happy kid rolling in the grass which is very humane. Children love to roll in the grass, even I, and she is no exception but as for Leila... that's a different discussion! When she first sat at the rock, she knew immediately that it was hot so when I took Nicole's video, she insisted on me taking hers too... which is crying in pain because the rock what hot... :O Normal? err... you could that... okay no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.. I hope you enjoyed that... at least I did! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-6855277563306253890?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/6855277563306253890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=6855277563306253890&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/6855277563306253890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/6855277563306253890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2007/12/talk-about-kids.html' title='Talk about kids!'/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-7574920533410314602</id><published>2007-10-16T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T08:29:39.983-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk with God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guidance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Reminder (=T.T=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Buzz... Buzz... Buzz. &lt;/span&gt;Okay shut up you cellphone reminder you! Okay, so what does it say today? Projects? Assignments? Don't tell me I forgot to meet up with someone? Oh wait, maybe I was supposed to buy something important, so what does it say: "Be Sad".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was weird. Who would ever want to be sad?! I want to be happy, as in h-a-p-p-y 24/7 nonstop. I would love to spend a fun day with my friends and family, morning till dawn, till the next day, till... I drop dead on bed and go to sleep. Yup, that's how I wanted everything to happen… so who in the proper mind would want to be reminded to ‘Be Sad’ when it is great to be happy?! But then, not everyone may have noticed this, it is a good reminder to be sad because it reminds us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the cellphone reminder, Sadness is a reminder. It reminds us of how the circle of life rolls, that sometimes you're on top and you're down. It reminds us that we can't have everything in the world. It reminds us that nothing is perfect. It reminds us how much we need to stick to one path. It reminds us of one really important thing in our life… it reminds us how valuable happiness is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, we pray for happiness. We hope that every day would be great, it would be either spending a really fun day with your friends or hang out with you special someone without a fight. Yup, that’s what most people pray for because they want to have happiness. If I ask you “Why do you like being happy?”, how would you answer? If I were asked, I would probably answer that it’s because being happy feels great or because it allows you to close your eyes peacefully in the evening with a silly smile on your face as you remembered the moments that happened earlier. Those are the probable answer but it never gave a sufficient reason on ‘Why you value it’, and the right answer? Sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is the theory called “Reinforcement Theory”. It focuses on the aspect that people have a tendency to repeat actions with favorable results and avoid actions that have negative results. It is the same with sadness and happiness. The reason that people wants to be happy is because of the favorable result or the favorable feeling we experience whenever we are happy. As for sadness, the reason we are reminded of happiness when sad is because it has a negative result, negative feelings that can really pull us down. During the times that the negative result is still there, we would keep in mind that we should avoid this the next time around so that it won’t result to this and then finally, this about the time when the favorable situation happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still don’t understand what the whole point of sadness is? Well, here goes. This is the simplest way to explain it: Have you ever experienced when eating your favorite food everyday, breakfast lunch and dinner with afternoon snack included, YUMMY! It would be the best day of your life every, right? That’s the whole idea. If you are to have happiness everyday, then what’s new? You could probably send a message to heaven and hell, “What use are you if we’re all already having loads of fun here on earth?” So sadness appeared, because God wanted to remind us how much we want to have happiness… eternal happiness. It reminded us that only with him will we be happy forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don’t be sad that you’re sad but rather believe in the greater purpose of everything. You may not enjoy being sad now but it comes with a great purpose we are hardly aware of. Open your eyes, because there are a lot of things that remains unexplained yet has a great purpose for our life’s journey. On a funnier note, what if the cockroach has a greater purpose than any insect in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;***Submitted article to the BES Focus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;**Unpublished and still under my copyright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*Inspired by understanding the words of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-7574920533410314602?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/7574920533410314602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=7574920533410314602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/7574920533410314602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/7574920533410314602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2007/10/reminder-tt.html' title='Reminder (=T.T=)'/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007232675609641612.post-2904400516880613917</id><published>2007-10-16T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T14:56:40.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>monopoly</title><content type='html'>Cable TV Companies are a monopoly. It is because of the fact that they have complete power over a certain area. Following the law of supply and demand, if the supply is low then the clamor for it is high, and because the demand is high. They have the power to maximize the amount of money they will charge their customers. This is how Cable TV Companies are able to monopolize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With regards to the fact that there are different forms of entertainment that can, nonetheless, satisfy one’s need for music, movie or sitcoms through direct satellite, movie theaters and radio. But the fact remains that Cable TV Companies are a monopoly, it is because of man’s unlimited wants and needs. It is a fact that there are different ways to meet one’s need for entertainment but there will always come a time when they would experience scarcity. The fact remains that because of Cable TV’s great number of shows available, the need for entertainment is immediately satisfied. As for those direct satellite, movie and radio entertainment, they provide only a limited amount of programs that doesn’t always satisfy one’s need for other things.&lt;br /&gt;One of the proofs here is a person who loves watching nature program and is constantly in search for them, if this person is using a direct satellite he might find some nature program that would last for an hour or so but must be replaced by a new show later on, but if this person has a cable tv, he would be able to access different nature programs of his choice: National Geographic Channel, Discovery Channel, Animal Planet, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***Submitted for my brother to a friend of his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I made this in a rush.. for like a couple of minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This taught me something really nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007232675609641612-2904400516880613917?l=katleya0908.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/feeds/2904400516880613917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007232675609641612&amp;postID=2904400516880613917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/2904400516880613917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007232675609641612/posts/default/2904400516880613917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katleya0908.blogspot.com/2007/10/monopoly.html' title='monopoly'/><author><name>katleya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938203154227201559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q26TPoD7uCY/SWo4EyX8Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/USEw4Qggbrg/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
