<?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-2352073206223803689</id><updated>2012-03-14T15:08:35.047+08:00</updated><category term='oktubre'/><category term='love'/><category term='photography'/><category term='prayers'/><category term='friends'/><category term='JGAS'/><category term='Gab'/><title type='text'>LittleMiss SunnySky</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352073206223803689/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086712139424803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IsyvlFayHVc/TgPOYx2SkFI/AAAAAAAAACA/lkvGJkjgLpE/s220/25171_1440839741756_1255945036_1250900_5438312_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352073206223803689.post-3585505426782697280</id><published>2012-01-17T13:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T13:54:36.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;"People are unreasonable, illogical and self-centered.   &lt;br /&gt;Love them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives. &lt;br /&gt;Do good anyway. &lt;br /&gt;If you are successful, you will win false friends and true enemies. &lt;br /&gt;Succeed anyway.&lt;br /&gt;The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;Do good anyway. &lt;br /&gt;Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable. &lt;br /&gt;Be honest and frank anyway.&lt;br /&gt;The biggest person with the biggest ideas can be &lt;br /&gt;shot down by the smallest person with the smallest mind. &lt;br /&gt;Think big anyway. &lt;br /&gt;What you spend years building may &lt;br /&gt;be destroyed overnight. &lt;br /&gt;Build anyway.   &lt;br /&gt;People really need help but may attack if you help them. &lt;br /&gt;Help people anyway. &lt;br /&gt;Give the world the best you have &lt;br /&gt;and you might get kicked in the teeth. &lt;br /&gt;Give the world the best you've got anyway."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;-Anoymous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/2352073206223803689-3585505426782697280?l=miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/feeds/3585505426782697280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/2012/01/people-are-unreasonable-illogical-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352073206223803689/posts/default/3585505426782697280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352073206223803689/posts/default/3585505426782697280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/2012/01/people-are-unreasonable-illogical-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086712139424803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IsyvlFayHVc/TgPOYx2SkFI/AAAAAAAAACA/lkvGJkjgLpE/s220/25171_1440839741756_1255945036_1250900_5438312_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352073206223803689.post-3656788754410748583</id><published>2012-01-17T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T13:52:52.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mia turns 18</title><content type='html'>So, there are only few days left&amp;nbsp; before my birthday and I am honestly excited slash worried to turn 18. Excited because finally, DALAGA NA AKO!&amp;nbsp; (well, like what most people think, magagawa mo yung mga bagay na hindi mo magawa noon because you are not in legal age, pero s'ympre, hindi lahat) and worried because there will be how many years to count and I will be "teen no more". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother is too busy preparing for a small celebration to be held only in our house. I'm not the type of girl who wants to have a big party held in resorts, hotel, etc. And I don't even want to have 18 dances, 18 wishes, 18 shots, 18 candles and 18 everything which I know, are all part of the traditional 18th birthday celebrations. But of course, there is an exemption with me, perhaps, I'd like to have this so called 18 gifts in my birthday. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to those who will be invited, I hope you can read this post of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday wish-list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Set of Princess&amp;nbsp; Diaries by Meg Cabot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Set of Nicholas Sparks' novels&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Set of Paulo Coelho novels&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;100 years of Solitude &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Camera from Canon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pair of shoes from Vans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laptop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chris Tiu's jersey with his signature&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sandals na may matatas na heels&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More chocolate cakes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bouquet of roses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Maybe you find this post very materialistic and you will have an impression on me that I am such a materialistic girl. Well, that's your opinion but I tell, I'm just trying to express the other side of me. Of course, &lt;b&gt;the best birthday gift for me is this life I have for almost 18 years that God has given to me&lt;/b&gt; and nothing in this world will ever beat that. Next is the LOVE, the CARE, the GUIDANCE and PROTECTION and all the BLESSINGS HE bestowed upon me and including to these blessings are my family, friends, relatives, and my other loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a manner of speaking,&amp;nbsp; I am just a human, sometimes mayroon at mayroon pa rin lalabas sa isip mo na parang naghahangad ka sa isang bagay and that's actually normal. When you are ask if what do you want in your birthday, of course, you will wish for all the positive and abstract things that you want such as good health, long life, good grades etc., but on the other side, it will come to the point na maiisip at maiisip mo rin yung mga materials o yung mga tangible things na gusto mo and I think there's nothing wrong with that. And that's what I really feel right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you I will ask me to choose between this wish list and with all the blessings I have now, I will definitely choose the second one and &lt;b&gt;that's certain&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352073206223803689-3656788754410748583?l=miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/feeds/3656788754410748583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/2012/01/mia-turns-18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352073206223803689/posts/default/3656788754410748583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352073206223803689/posts/default/3656788754410748583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/2012/01/mia-turns-18.html' title='Mia turns 18'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086712139424803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IsyvlFayHVc/TgPOYx2SkFI/AAAAAAAAACA/lkvGJkjgLpE/s220/25171_1440839741756_1255945036_1250900_5438312_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352073206223803689.post-5673904634259382099</id><published>2011-12-31T23:30:00.242+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T13:32:45.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How they made my December 29, 2011 special?</title><content type='html'>Just so you know, our group (FRIENDSHIP) is composed of seven pretty ladies; Zel, Jen, Sabel, Jam, Chelle, Maien and yours truly. We called our group as "EBAKS". &amp;nbsp;I really don't know &amp;nbsp;why Zel chose that name over other pretty group names out there. hahaha Until now, I want a definite answer form her on how did she arrive form that name. Does she ever know that our group name sounds so disgusting? HAHA &amp;nbsp;:)) Anyway, we became friends since high school (particularly when we were in our Junior year) and as days, weeks, months, and years passed, I can say that we built a stronger relationship with each other. Tho, I can never say that ours is perfect. We are like other people, we sometimes commit mistake, we also have shortcomings and others and I admit it, but with UNDERSTANDING, CARE and LOVE, we are able to establish and maintain our friendship. NAKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Since 2011 is about to end, my *super duper pretty friends* from high school set a special date last Thursday.&amp;nbsp;We planned this *reunion kuno* long long before and we promised that all of us should come, no more excuses and alibis, no more ifs and buts since it has been almost 5 years since we met. Now, I just want to share those crazy moments I had experienced together with my crazy best pals and how did they make my December 29, 2011 memorable.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the first thing we did is &amp;nbsp;*KANIAN* (the most exciting part) &amp;nbsp;at Sabel's residence. As usual, SOBRANG BUSOG kami sa pizza (thanks sa buy 1 take 1 ng Pizza Hut), pop corn and Nachos courtesy of Zel partnered with her special dip sauce!! YUMMMYYYYYYY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wh3bdndZYHY/TwRW_DleL7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/eSdQ2yxy8L4/s1600/28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wh3bdndZYHY/TwRW_DleL7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/eSdQ2yxy8L4/s400/28.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hZFw1pdrfjg/Twb7VlSv2uI/AAAAAAAAAG4/E8Fx5KGEBkY/s1600/31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hZFw1pdrfjg/Twb7VlSv2uI/AAAAAAAAAG4/E8Fx5KGEBkY/s400/31.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qVoO4vaOcVw/Twb7ajbjDaI/AAAAAAAAAHA/l27yRUV8Z9Q/s1600/35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qVoO4vaOcVw/Twb7ajbjDaI/AAAAAAAAAHA/l27yRUV8Z9Q/s400/35.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lhGnVYNf1Dw/TxF7emnlNJI/AAAAAAAAAH4/86iqPWHP-gU/s1600/33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lhGnVYNf1Dw/TxF7emnlNJI/AAAAAAAAAH4/86iqPWHP-gU/s400/33.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jam, Me, Jen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our walang kabusugan eating session, we then went to the most favorite part of the girls and that is&amp;nbsp;PHOTO SHOOT&amp;nbsp;!!! Thank you again to Zel who brought her ever reliable Canon DSLR! Wish to have one too!!! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6NhvC58o2IA/TxF7jEwRV8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/yc9MYjk5bBU/s1600/42.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6NhvC58o2IA/TxF7jEwRV8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/yc9MYjk5bBU/s400/42.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ang taba ko!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DSeWNJHwI6s/TxF7lJHd5NI/AAAAAAAAAII/xd0MTagUEk0/s1600/47.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DSeWNJHwI6s/TxF7lJHd5NI/AAAAAAAAAII/xd0MTagUEk0/s400/47.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Another favorite picture&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0uAMFKnJKjs/TxF7oEsMASI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/onXiHqIhSEo/s1600/55.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0uAMFKnJKjs/TxF7oEsMASI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/onXiHqIhSEo/s400/55.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_G-Q3GSFtxA/TxF7zEm50EI/AAAAAAAAAIY/2z7nTgx6Zf8/s1600/52.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_G-Q3GSFtxA/TxF7zEm50EI/AAAAAAAAAIY/2z7nTgx6Zf8/s400/52.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EJdPretl5N4/TxF73h-fBrI/AAAAAAAAAIg/z2eRqr1l9RA/s1600/60.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EJdPretl5N4/TxF73h-fBrI/AAAAAAAAAIg/z2eRqr1l9RA/s400/60.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eR8CFOe_Xok/TxF740AjLNI/AAAAAAAAAIo/XDghZUcgl7c/s1600/61.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eR8CFOe_Xok/TxF740AjLNI/AAAAAAAAAIo/XDghZUcgl7c/s400/61.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRFSU6RWW2E/TxF790h-ZtI/AAAAAAAAAIw/69MLhbHR1bs/s1600/65.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRFSU6RWW2E/TxF790h-ZtI/AAAAAAAAAIw/69MLhbHR1bs/s400/65.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hMfIzs-XoZI/TxF8F1e8tUI/AAAAAAAAAI4/33WuFSE4atM/s1600/68.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hMfIzs-XoZI/TxF8F1e8tUI/AAAAAAAAAI4/33WuFSE4atM/s400/68.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;OA lang ang pagtalon ko!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NqD-VOfDJeU/TwRW9dxuwoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/hAEGK6_IS-0/s1600/62.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NqD-VOfDJeU/TwRW9dxuwoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/hAEGK6_IS-0/s640/62.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DLLGnXtUe9Y/TwRWRCQGmiI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hJ0B41_3_GA/s1600/tumblr_lx6jjw5nKL1r2u588.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DLLGnXtUe9Y/TwRWRCQGmiI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hJ0B41_3_GA/s400/tumblr_lx6jjw5nKL1r2u588.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O6GWOeJ88Gs/TxA6Rk8STPI/AAAAAAAAAHY/bHrqn1cVNl0/s1600/page1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O6GWOeJ88Gs/TxA6Rk8STPI/AAAAAAAAAHY/bHrqn1cVNl0/s400/page1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Another thing I could never ever forget is that I did sing in KTV. The rest of the girls forced me to go with them in Nuvali and Paseo after our nakakapagod at masabing &amp;nbsp;photoshoot. Since it was already 6pm and I didn't even told my mom that I will go home late, I hesitated first. You know naman me, I always have this conscience that makes situation more difficult for me especially every time I do things without telling or asking permission to my parents. Anyway, napilit din naman nila ako eh, HAHAHA, wala ring nagawa ang konsensya ko. And to tell you honestly, that was my very very very first time to sing in karaoke! AS IN!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eWeqLFZbohc/TxF0i0esHEI/AAAAAAAAAHg/LNH8jbQyqwM/s1600/18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eWeqLFZbohc/TxF0i0esHEI/AAAAAAAAAHg/LNH8jbQyqwM/s320/18.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Jen-jen was struggling with her lyrics. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mQnYTHx42mw/TxF0kGGm76I/AAAAAAAAAHo/_eq_Ewt_tDA/s1600/9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mQnYTHx42mw/TxF0kGGm76I/AAAAAAAAAHo/_eq_Ewt_tDA/s320/9.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w3epLI3krh8/TxF0sdJjUNI/AAAAAAAAAHw/zTOPJS2jwvE/s1600/page+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w3epLI3krh8/TxF0sdJjUNI/AAAAAAAAAHw/zTOPJS2jwvE/s320/page+copy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I told you! How I wish all of you could hear my beautiful voice. OHA!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The echo of the sound system was too loud, it made my voice pretty much &amp;nbsp;like I'm a professional singer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DKSrMjflaEo/TwRXCRkszAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-PHKWqNR2MA/s1600/90.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DKSrMjflaEo/TwRXCRkszAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-PHKWqNR2MA/s400/90.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Feeling ko ang ganda ko kapag stolen shot!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XTrGHYr1rAk/TwRXAnKWD_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/ei6PZ23OWOM/s1600/79.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XTrGHYr1rAk/TwRXAnKWD_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/ei6PZ23OWOM/s640/79.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UYkGw1FBp1w/TwRXEDk8CxI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxMIQpO8StM/s1600/77.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UYkGw1FBp1w/TwRXEDk8CxI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxMIQpO8StM/s640/77.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I badly miss these pretty girls so much. :((&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;There's one thing that stuck in my mind that time, and that is to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;just enjoy the moment together with my favorite girls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Sabi nga nila, lubusin ko na ang araw na iyon, 'tutal naman pag-uwi ko pagagalitan din ako! hahaha, masyado bang B.I? &amp;nbsp;But honestly, after I did that, I told myself that sometimes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;you need to go out of the shelf, let yourself to try new things, embrace other environment aside of the one you used to have, find the other side ef you and don't be afraid to discover and explore the world you live in.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Indeed, that day is one of my most memorable day ever! Thanks girls for being there all the time no matter&amp;nbsp;what&amp;nbsp;happens. Kahit na minsan na lang tayo magkita at kahit sa minsan na pagkikita na yun ay sobrang KJ ko! :)) Thanks for everything. I wish you all the best in life. May our&amp;nbsp;friendship&amp;nbsp;last until forever. NAKS!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I thank God for having you in my life. See you real soon!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Mia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352073206223803689-5673904634259382099?l=miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/feeds/5673904634259382099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/2011/12/how-they-made-my-december-29-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352073206223803689/posts/default/5673904634259382099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352073206223803689/posts/default/5673904634259382099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/2011/12/how-they-made-my-december-29-2011.html' title='How they made my December 29, 2011 special?'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086712139424803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IsyvlFayHVc/TgPOYx2SkFI/AAAAAAAAACA/lkvGJkjgLpE/s220/25171_1440839741756_1255945036_1250900_5438312_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wh3bdndZYHY/TwRW_DleL7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/eSdQ2yxy8L4/s72-c/28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352073206223803689.post-8240109033937653117</id><published>2011-12-28T19:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T19:56:41.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&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/t0bPrt69rag/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t0bPrt69rag&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/t0bPrt69rag&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;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Seriously, I am not a big fan of Britney Spears but this song makes me smile every time I hear it. I have this in my phone, been listening with this every now and then. hahahaha The music video is SO SO SO crazy, crazy because I badly want to have this MV too. Actually, this is one of my dream music videos, even without considering that I am not a singer NOR a dancer. Ah, yeah, maybe I can sing, I just thought that's one of my hobbies, but dancing?!! OH PLEASE!! That's one of my frustrations in life. How could that be possible, I have two left feet (not literally speaking)!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I want my own MV to be like this, I am the main star, the one who will sing, dance and act at the same time. Plus, I have my back-up dancers and leading man too. And the setting should also be near the beach, then the color, oh, I am talking about the cinematography of the video, it should have been in bright colors. Everything must be spontaneous, light, carefree and full of happy thoughts. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352073206223803689-8240109033937653117?l=miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/feeds/8240109033937653117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/2011/12/seriously-i-am-not-big-fan-of-britney_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352073206223803689/posts/default/8240109033937653117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352073206223803689/posts/default/8240109033937653117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/2011/12/seriously-i-am-not-big-fan-of-britney_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086712139424803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IsyvlFayHVc/TgPOYx2SkFI/AAAAAAAAACA/lkvGJkjgLpE/s220/25171_1440839741756_1255945036_1250900_5438312_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352073206223803689.post-650637082885309558</id><published>2011-12-28T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T18:54:52.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BzP8ghjJtwU/Tvr0b8RuwBI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/yxGLW_IYB2o/s1600/image_dip.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BzP8ghjJtwU/Tvr0b8RuwBI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/yxGLW_IYB2o/s320/image_dip.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My District Identification Card, not quite bad to become a conductor for Transportation District.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up 2012!! Can't wait for the movie. :)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352073206223803689-650637082885309558?l=miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/feeds/650637082885309558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-district-identification-card-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352073206223803689/posts/default/650637082885309558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352073206223803689/posts/default/650637082885309558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-district-identification-card-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086712139424803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IsyvlFayHVc/TgPOYx2SkFI/AAAAAAAAACA/lkvGJkjgLpE/s220/25171_1440839741756_1255945036_1250900_5438312_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BzP8ghjJtwU/Tvr0b8RuwBI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/yxGLW_IYB2o/s72-c/image_dip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352073206223803689.post-6505708777443591078</id><published>2011-12-26T17:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T17:01:30.403+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JGAS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Blessed are those who wait."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At long last, after how many days, weeks and months of avoiding you, I have had the courage to text and greet you a Happy Happy Christmas. I didn't expect anything from you, honestly, after what I've done. HAAAAYYYY... It was Christmas when I checked my phone, got 10 messages from friends and noticed your name too in my inbox.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Same to you. :)"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Speechless. WOW! I can't ask for more. I don't mind if you didn't make an effort in saying &lt;i&gt;"Merry Christmas too Mia and God bless you and your family.", &lt;/i&gt;I am satisfied with things as they are. I am maybe&amp;nbsp;shallow with this, but please let me say &lt;b&gt;thank you&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you Lord Jesus Christ for this Christmas gift. :))) Happy birthday!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352073206223803689-6505708777443591078?l=miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/feeds/6505708777443591078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/2011/12/blessed-are-those-who-wait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352073206223803689/posts/default/6505708777443591078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352073206223803689/posts/default/6505708777443591078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/2011/12/blessed-are-those-who-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086712139424803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IsyvlFayHVc/TgPOYx2SkFI/AAAAAAAAACA/lkvGJkjgLpE/s220/25171_1440839741756_1255945036_1250900_5438312_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352073206223803689.post-7575255364591701820</id><published>2011-12-23T14:58:00.082+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T14:20:57.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HOLIDAYS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Love came down at Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;Love all lovely, Love divine;&lt;br /&gt;Love was born at Christmas;&lt;br /&gt;Star and angels gave the sign."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Christina Rossetti         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I couldn't imagine that there are only two days left before Christmas; another year for us to welcome and celebrate the birth of our Savior Jesus Christ. This is another time for families, relatives and friends to have a reunion, to spend and share quality time with each other. And of course, this is also the most awaited day for the kids because they will be able to ask for "pamasko" to their Ninongs and Ninangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not with me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I sadly can't just do caroling. I realize that I'm too old to go to different houses every night and sing Christmas songs with "MALI-MALING LYRICS". I don't even want to waste my time to look for my Ninongs and Ninangs (mostly, they're based in Binan) and ask for my pamasko. I just want them or let them know and to remember that there's this one girl named JOMIA, who is patiently waiting for them every Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy holidays! Let us not forget the true essence of Christmas. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352073206223803689-7575255364591701820?l=miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/feeds/7575255364591701820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-wishlist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352073206223803689/posts/default/7575255364591701820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352073206223803689/posts/default/7575255364591701820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-wishlist.html' title='HAPPY HOLIDAYS!'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086712139424803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IsyvlFayHVc/TgPOYx2SkFI/AAAAAAAAACA/lkvGJkjgLpE/s220/25171_1440839741756_1255945036_1250900_5438312_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352073206223803689.post-896910903434615355</id><published>2011-12-13T14:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T14:21:32.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run Baby Run!</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday, I committed myself in UPLB's run for a cause held in UPLB proper. The event was entitled UP Run: Pagtakbo Para sa mga Atleta ng Elbi. Even without considering &amp;nbsp;what my professor in PE1 had required to us, I was dreaming and wishing since then to be part of this such event. Since it was my first time to join, I chose the 3k run. I'm not so confident that I can finish the 5k and worse, the 10k run. Glad that I was with Mea and Marielle, my two new-found friend in PE class. At least I have companions throughout the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BEFORE&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I alarmed my phone as early as 2 am. Cooked Yakisoba for my breakfast partnered with a hot cup of&amp;nbsp; rice (Ma'am Buan told us to eat carbo). Took a bath at exactly 2:20 am and left the house at 3 am. Mama and Papa accompanied me because they said it's too dangerous if I am going to travel all alone early in the morning. Thanks to them, I was&amp;nbsp;protected&amp;nbsp;and free from worries and danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DURING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived so early. I went straightly to the Grandstand and wait for my other classmates to arrive. As time passed by, Ma'am Buan gathered us in the field and there we started to have a warm-up. The run haven't started yet but I already felt so tired. But the show must go as they said, so we waited for how many minutes until the event started. The first to run were the 10k runners, followed by the 5k and then the 3k runners respectively. &lt;br /&gt;The three of us (Mea and Marielle) decided to just walk at first so we won't be able to feel any tiredness but we thought that we might get trumped if we don't run as well since we were in front of the race. I was shocked when I found out how 3k was, I couldn't believed that 3k route will start from the Baker hall, straight to the direction of SU, going straight to the Women's dorm until to the Carillon Tower, turn right and up to the New Dorm, next to Animal Husbandry, straight to CEAT up to the Math Building, PhySci and back to the Baker Hall.&lt;br /&gt;Woooo! I let Mea to go ahead and we'll just meet at the Baker Hall after the run. Meanwhile, Marielle and I decided to just walk, reserve our energy and then run until we reached the finish line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AFTER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got near the finish line, we saw that many of the 3k runners were already there and they were just enjoying eating their hot porridge. On the left side of the Baker Hall, I saw mama and papa waiting for me, too. Then, there were people who took pictures, others were congratulating one another for finishing the run, and of course, awarding the runners who topped the race for each category respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, that was truly an awesome and unforgettable experience for me. Not only because it was my first time to join and I was able to finish the 3k run but I knew the fact that somehow, I participated to an event whose mission and vision is to help other people. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352073206223803689-896910903434615355?l=miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/feeds/896910903434615355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/2011/12/last-sunday-i-committed-myself-in-uplbs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352073206223803689/posts/default/896910903434615355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352073206223803689/posts/default/896910903434615355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/2011/12/last-sunday-i-committed-myself-in-uplbs.html' title='Run Baby Run!'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086712139424803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IsyvlFayHVc/TgPOYx2SkFI/AAAAAAAAACA/lkvGJkjgLpE/s220/25171_1440839741756_1255945036_1250900_5438312_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352073206223803689.post-8307432158125167024</id><published>2011-11-28T16:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T13:39:59.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last Tuesday, instead of doing my report first in COMA 104, I thought of trying what my professor's silly advice for stalkers like me. (hahaha) She said that if you are going to search for his or her name in the internet, you ought to put quotation marks at both sides of the name you are looking for. And, as much as possible, we should use Google instead of Yahoo search engine. For example, type "Jomia R. Pagkatotohan" then hit Search. As simple as that. I used to do that before, searching the name of my "crushes" and Voila!, tho I didn't have the idea of putting quotation marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I had proved that my professor's advice was useful; I got more and valid results from Google. I was shocked because it had resulted to 1-4 pages, better than Yahoo with 1 page only. (Btw, I looked for, you know, his name! ahaha) I scanned and clicked for every results indicated and found out that I am so&amp;nbsp;obvious&amp;nbsp;with&amp;nbsp;my actions. Because I always&amp;nbsp;mentioned&amp;nbsp;his name in every blogs and other social networking sites I used, it was easy to know that I am doing such things. I laughed at myself, I was praying that it'll never come to his&amp;nbsp;conscious&amp;nbsp;mind to&amp;nbsp;at least&amp;nbsp;even try to type his name (with or without quotation marks) and search it on Google nor on Yahoo. Below are the things I found out and realized after I did that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-size: 13px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l6dw-e9Wle0/TtM3Ey-qwqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/JBQMqMiHFV4/s1600/anything.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l6dw-e9Wle0/TtM3Ey-qwqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/JBQMqMiHFV4/s320/anything.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Dr. Love thinks that a relationship between ______ and Jomia Pagkatotohan has a very good chance of being successful, but this&amp;nbsp;doesn't&amp;nbsp;mean that you don't have to work on the relationship. Remember that relationship needs spending time together, talking with each other etc."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;I laughed the most. It's like, WOOAAHH!! I&amp;nbsp;almost tried everything. Lahat na ng kalokohan!&amp;nbsp;The moment I saw the result, I came to think that how can we even&amp;nbsp;build&amp;nbsp;or have a&amp;nbsp;relationship if in the first thing, we do not have time together and the worse is that we haven't talked to each other pa. Still, I'm happy with the result of this! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Another is from my account in Formsingme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D5PI55WQUuE/TtM80EtqqLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/R7WOV_44pNs/s1600/form.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D5PI55WQUuE/TtM80EtqqLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/R7WOV_44pNs/s320/form.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;An anonymous asked me question.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Do you miss any one? If so, who?"&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Then I honestly answered his name.hahaha. Funny! The next day, I checked again my account and there was seemed to be a follow-up question asking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Meron ka bang pinagseselosan kay ____?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;(What's the point of not putting his name here if you could see it naman sa picture!!??) Here's my answer:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Wow! I didn't expect this kind of question but my answer is YES! A lot, actually. (Feelingerang girlfriend and drama ko eh Ü)"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And surprisingly, the next day, someone asked again:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A lot? Can you name some?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then I answered&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Oh, the sad thing is, I can't name names! Sometimes, It's better to be quiet. :))"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Meron pa!! And it's from my Multiply account!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z687TSuwIxE/TtM3I4JskMI/AAAAAAAAAEk/5_PZLqRavDg/s1600/multily.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z687TSuwIxE/TtM3I4JskMI/AAAAAAAAAEk/5_PZLqRavDg/s320/multily.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 class="" rel="question" style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 35px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 class="" rel="question" style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 35px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Okay! So halatang-halata naman! I really hope he will not bother himself to look for this, or whatever it is. Baka lalo s'yang "macreepihan" sa akin.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;LOL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352073206223803689-8307432158125167024?l=miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/feeds/8307432158125167024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/2011/11/last-tuesday-instead-of-doing-my-report.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352073206223803689/posts/default/8307432158125167024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352073206223803689/posts/default/8307432158125167024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/2011/11/last-tuesday-instead-of-doing-my-report.html' title=''/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086712139424803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IsyvlFayHVc/TgPOYx2SkFI/AAAAAAAAACA/lkvGJkjgLpE/s220/25171_1440839741756_1255945036_1250900_5438312_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l6dw-e9Wle0/TtM3Ey-qwqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/JBQMqMiHFV4/s72-c/anything.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352073206223803689.post-8519827389468142235</id><published>2011-11-24T13:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:59:53.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinetch Itey?!!</title><content type='html'>WAH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I laugh at myself. Why do I always feel like "kinikilig"&amp;nbsp;every time&amp;nbsp;I get the chance to ride on a jeep (uplb) with him. I mean, madalas ko kasi s'yang makasabay eh! (Bakit ba ang hirap mag-English!) I can't even count on my fingers of how many times it happened. Yeah, I know that there is really a big, big chance na magkasabay kami because we are studying at the same University, duh! So, malamang sa malamang, makakasabay ko talaga s'ya sa pagsakay. But, honestly, there is something weird with this guy, or is it me who is really weird? Anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He always look at me with his eyes so focused on mine. (Huh? Pano ko naman nasabi yun, does it mean to say that I always look at him, too?) Do I look so dirty or I am just so beautiful to justify that any guy can't resist to look at me that way. *SPOT-LIGHT-EFFECT* Grabe, he's not as handsome as Gab, or as my other crushes, but I admit, he has a charismatic power. That's why even I refuse my eyes on him, I just can't. Pero swear, ganu'n din naman s'ya eh. ASSUMING! I feel like I'm betraying Gabriel! Oh please no! hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing's for sure, I won't bother myself to know his name, he's not my crush after all. I'm just curious with what's happening. Kung bakit ba kasi lagi ko s'yang nakakasabay!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352073206223803689-8519827389468142235?l=miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/feeds/8519827389468142235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/2011/11/sinetch-itey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352073206223803689/posts/default/8519827389468142235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352073206223803689/posts/default/8519827389468142235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/2011/11/sinetch-itey.html' title='Sinetch Itey?!!'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086712139424803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IsyvlFayHVc/TgPOYx2SkFI/AAAAAAAAACA/lkvGJkjgLpE/s220/25171_1440839741756_1255945036_1250900_5438312_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352073206223803689.post-2646375861866673019</id><published>2011-11-16T10:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T12:51:24.918+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayers'/><title type='text'>Teen's Prayer</title><content type='html'>Late this morning, I saw my former professor in Soc 1 last semester. I greeted her with a wide and sincere smile from my face and she did too. I &amp;nbsp;actually didn't like the way she taught us, but I got more than what I expected to learn from her. Things need to be learned in class are given but once your teacher shares his or her own experiences in life, that of course, related to the topic, that will give you learnings and inspirations. That's what my professor did for the whole semester in our class. &amp;nbsp;One thing more is that I was inspired by her collecting different bookmarks. I remembered she told us that she had already collected more than 100 pieces of bookmarks from different people and places.&lt;br /&gt;And I was touched when she gave us, her students, a bookmark each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Teen's Prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Lord, help me to relax about insignificant details beginning tomorrow at 7:41:23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;God, help me to consider people's feelings, even if most of them ARE hypersensitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Lord, help me to finish everything I star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;God, help me to take responsibility for my own actions, even though they're usually NOT my fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;god, help me not to try to RUN everything. But if You need some help please help me to do it EXACTLY right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;God, help me to take things seriously, especially laughter, parties, and dancing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;God, give me patience and I mean right NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Lord, help me not to be a perfectionist. (Did I spell that correctly?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;God, help me to keep my mind on one th -- Look, a bird -- ing at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;God, help me to do only what I can and trust you for the rest. And would you mind putting that in writing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Lord, keep me open to others' ideas, WRONG&amp;nbsp;though&amp;nbsp;they may be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Lord, help me be less independent but let me do it on my own way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Lord, help me slow down andnottorushthroughwhatIdo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;AMEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks to Ma'am Gocatek! :))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;Papelmorti&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/2352073206223803689-2646375861866673019?l=miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/feeds/2646375861866673019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/2011/11/teens-prayer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352073206223803689/posts/default/2646375861866673019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352073206223803689/posts/default/2646375861866673019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/2011/11/teens-prayer.html' title='Teen&apos;s Prayer'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086712139424803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IsyvlFayHVc/TgPOYx2SkFI/AAAAAAAAACA/lkvGJkjgLpE/s220/25171_1440839741756_1255945036_1250900_5438312_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352073206223803689.post-7442920259655136552</id><published>2011-10-18T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T18:11:03.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-55_j-y-FCIY/Tp5tf1mr8BI/AAAAAAAAAD8/KHxhU4JTwdM/s1600/cake.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-55_j-y-FCIY/Tp5tf1mr8BI/AAAAAAAAAD8/KHxhU4JTwdM/s1600/cake.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;October 18, 2011 - This is not really my day, but for the past four years of my life, I have been celebrating this day on my own. Today is his birthday so I will share some random facts (no, not about him) about my&amp;nbsp;perceptions &amp;nbsp;and thoughts&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;about him. (kasama na ang mga kalokohan at kakornihan sa aking buhay pag-ibig.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Oohh, la..la..la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was in my 2nd year in high school when I knew Gab Salas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At first, I thought that he was a gay, but...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that's also the first time I had a crush on him. :)))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I became a junior and he was a senior, I planned to join the C3 (Canossa Computer Circle) where he was the president of that club. But, I decided not to because I am not really that good in computer stuff.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What happened is that, I joined the screening for the Senior Chief Artist in our school paper where Gab happened to be the Editor-in-chief too. Unfortunately, that was his last year in Canossa so I will not be able to join his batch. By the way, I passed the screening and became the artist of our school paper. Ü&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Before he graduated, I did almost everything just to get his precious attention.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I go to school early 'cause he always too. I will stand and wait near the lobby where he always pass by or I'll just wait outside our&amp;nbsp;corridor&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;to see him walking from the canteen until he reach the lobby.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am always excited every time our class go to the prayer room or to the AVR because it means that we are also going to pass by to their class room. My eyes are always wide open to have even just a glimpse of his face.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;I will not elaborate more of this but as I soon got his cellphone number, I asked help to my brother to be his&amp;nbsp;text mate&amp;nbsp;and have some &lt;i&gt;"kwentuhan" &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;moment with Gab which is also exciting for me. HAHA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I always check his friendster account and give him testimonialS. Yes!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;During our intrams and Foundation Day, I forced my friends to help me follow Gab and his friends wherever they go so I could see what they are doing. HAHAHA I feel that I am a certified STALKER!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;JUNIOR and SENIOR PROM was truly a night to remember for me. Even though I didn't get the chance to dance with him, there's one thing that made my night memorable. It was my friend Chesca Llamas who helped me with this. I wrote a letter (I'm not sure if that will be considered as a love letter) for Gab. The problem was, I didn't know how to give it to him personally because he was joining his friends and I didn't want to be teased by them. So, my friend got the letter from me and she was the one who gave my letter to Gab. Thank you Chesca!! I owe you this. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gab and her other friend became our class&amp;nbsp;facilitator&amp;nbsp;for CSYC election. I was so &lt;i&gt;"kinikilig ng sobra"&lt;/i&gt;. As in, there was never a dull moment that time. What he never knew is that my classmates were all teasing me to him. Good thing he's to busy explaining to us what we are going to do with this and that!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I always answer his name on every autograph's question &lt;i&gt;WHO IS YOUR CRUSH? &lt;/i&gt;And I am really proud of it. :)) YEYS!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yes, I know that saying good bye is the hardest part in any relationships (we're not even a couple!) that is why when he graduated in high school, my entire last year as a high school student was totally incomplete. But...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;..thanks to technology and to new social networking sites like facebook. When I open my fb account, that means I am also going to visit to his wall. HAHAHA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Facebook has become a way for me to tell Gab what I really feel for him. &lt;i&gt;Alam na! :))&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I must admit. Once I became a certified and freak stalker of him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And there comes a time where I dream to be her girlfriend and someday her wife. A wife who will &amp;nbsp;love him for the rest of her life. DRAMA QUEEN!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And I am certain for this: I love him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear You,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I have nothing more to say but happy birthday. You may not know this, but thank you for inspiring me for the past 4 years and counting. I don't have any power to know the future, if am going to meet you (again) someday or not. But what I am certain is that God will surely has a plan for the both of us as&amp;nbsp;individuals. Live longer. Good health. Good grades. Happiness. These are my wishes for you! God bless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352073206223803689-7442920259655136552?l=miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/feeds/7442920259655136552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/2011/11/october-18-2011-this-is-not-really-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352073206223803689/posts/default/7442920259655136552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352073206223803689/posts/default/7442920259655136552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/2011/11/october-18-2011-this-is-not-really-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086712139424803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IsyvlFayHVc/TgPOYx2SkFI/AAAAAAAAACA/lkvGJkjgLpE/s220/25171_1440839741756_1255945036_1250900_5438312_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-55_j-y-FCIY/Tp5tf1mr8BI/AAAAAAAAAD8/KHxhU4JTwdM/s72-c/cake.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352073206223803689.post-1746897149384376795</id><published>2011-10-11T19:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T19:01:42.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Z1ciFQALRI/TpQmy2J_ftI/AAAAAAAAADs/HdRBWtRa82k/s1600/Pat-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Z1ciFQALRI/TpQmy2J_ftI/AAAAAAAAADs/HdRBWtRa82k/s1600/Pat-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Palabok! Oohhh, no one can argue with me but this is one of my favorite dishes. The tempting bihon matching its delicious sauce, plus eggs, shrimps, squids, and some vegies and toppings of crushed chicharon! YUUUUUMMMMMMYYYY!! Almost perfect until I got.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mWCb-2t-u3k/TpQsAE1BYYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ehr3f0OQHKU/s1600/boom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mWCb-2t-u3k/TpQsAE1BYYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ehr3f0OQHKU/s320/boom.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;..yes, I got poisoned when I ate palabok. Biruin mo 'yun, ang sarap-sarap kaya, paano mo namang iispin na panis 'yun?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday (4pm)&lt;/b&gt; - Mom brought me Palabok Malabon from their celebration of Teachers' Day held in SM event center. I can still recall, sobrang sarap na sarap ako sa pagkain ko that time. But first, dad also told us that foods brought by mom were already spoiled. I thought he was joking so I continued to eat, to eat, to eat, to eat, and to eat. Hayst!! Wala namang nangyari eh :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday (5am&lt;/b&gt;) - Early morning, I was awakened by my mom's cry! Sobrang daing n'ya sa kanyang masakit na tiyan. Ako namang si bagong gising, I thought it was just a simple stomach pain, yung tipong kailangan lang idumi. :| But then, I noticed that my mom was extremely suffering. I was alarmed by that moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday (2pm)&lt;/b&gt; - Sobrang kakaibang experience. I was eating an ensaymada with my friends and talking about the Nazca lines. Moment after, I felt that my stomach was aching. &lt;i&gt;Nag-aalburuto na para bang isang bulkan na malapit nang sumabog&lt;/i&gt;. I told my friend that I will try to hold on with the pain and attend our last class since it was our last meeting for the 1st semester. Time went so fast still my stomach was aching to its highest level. Sinabi ko sa sarili ko na &lt;i&gt;"hindi, hindi ko natalaga kaya!"&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;That's it! I asked my professor's permission to let me go home early so I can take a rest. Pinilit kong hindi masuka sa jeep kahit sukang-suka na ako. Nanlalamig. Namumutla. Akala ko makikita ko na si San Pedro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When I got home, I saw my dad and he was actually leaving na, good thing I was able to run fast to him and told everything. That's when I found out that mom was confined early that day due to her extreme stomach pain. I was told that those people who had ate palabok served in the said event were posioned. The palabok is said to be spoiled which made the victims &amp;nbsp;(most especially the teachers) felt discomfort. Thank God, mom and I didn't vomit because we might lose lots of water inside our body. I decided not to be confined because I was worrying that we might pay big hospital bill. We went to the nearest hospital and that's a private one, so I expected that the medication there i too costly. I endured the pain through the help of medicines&amp;nbsp;prescribed&amp;nbsp;by the doctor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;For the record, we stayed in the hospital for 3 days. We met new faces including the other patients who also happened to be the other victims of food poisoning. We also met an old woman who got stroked for how many months, 2 I think. Her condition really saddens me until now. She only had one companion in the hospital because she has no family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Haay!! That was an experience worth remembering! Talagang ganun! I learned a lesson and that is not to be so matakaw. hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352073206223803689-1746897149384376795?l=miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/feeds/1746897149384376795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/2011/10/palabok-oohhh-no-one-can-argue-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352073206223803689/posts/default/1746897149384376795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352073206223803689/posts/default/1746897149384376795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/2011/10/palabok-oohhh-no-one-can-argue-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086712139424803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IsyvlFayHVc/TgPOYx2SkFI/AAAAAAAAACA/lkvGJkjgLpE/s220/25171_1440839741756_1255945036_1250900_5438312_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Z1ciFQALRI/TpQmy2J_ftI/AAAAAAAAADs/HdRBWtRa82k/s72-c/Pat-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352073206223803689.post-6276977911660749000</id><published>2011-10-04T11:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T21:50:09.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oktubre'/><title type='text'>I guess I'll be singing Green Day's "When September Ends".</title><content type='html'>Yes! The most awaited month for this year is finally here (I'm not referring to December because it's a different celebration for me). OCTOBER! Thank you for coming into my life. You know that SEPTEMBER had been a very bad month for me and you know that you're the only one who can make me happy and feel relax after this exhausting semester. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Reason why I hate September:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Full load for all of my subjects! I don't stay at Elbi, meaning I have to travel everyday from Santa Rosa to Los Banos making it quite difficult for me to do all the requirements in all of my subjects at the same time. Travel hours will consume the time that I will&amp;nbsp; suppose to use in doing these monstrous requirements!! &lt;i&gt;*buntung-hininga*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Subjects:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;COMA101&lt;/span&gt; is on the top of my list. It is a core course in our curriculum, I really need to strive hard to get a good grade in this subject. But making our final project which is a proposal for our research paper is a must-to-do thing, plus I need to do it carefully and critically because our professor&amp;nbsp; is quite strict for this project (no, she's not a terror at all). &lt;i style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Thank God I was able to finish it and submit it without any discrepancies. :) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;ENG4---- &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;seryoso? Eng4? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I thought it was a wonderful fairytale where my prince had found her princess in the presence of me until one day, the prince had told me that we'll live happily ever after if and only if I will finish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a 10 page - reaction paper about a literary that is considered as a masterpiece. &lt;i&gt;*huwaaattt* &lt;/i&gt;PARDON!! &lt;i style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Thank you Lord for I had finished this impossible 10page-reaction paper ahead of time! Thank you! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;SOSC3&lt;/span&gt;, yes I did enjoy the subject itself, but our recit class? No, no, no and sorry for this mean attitude. I only have 2 or 3 friends in the class that I could actually say as TRUE FRIENDS! The rest, I dunno know, maybe because most of them&amp;nbsp; (freshies) are too young to the point that they seem to play every time and they forget to be serious at some times. &lt;i style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Thank you Lord because I would not be able to see some of them "again" in this class. Maybe just a mere hi and hello is enough when we bump each other some where in Elbi. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;SPCM 102&lt;/span&gt;-- hoorraaayyyy, one of my favorite subjects for this sem! Before, I actually hate things related to speech (things like public speaking, speech presentation) and still, I don't feel it today. I just couldn't imagined myself in this field of speech communication. But thanks to this awesome subject, my beautiful and awesome instructor plus my so-friendly and approachable classmates, I was able to at least, show my skill in speech communication. I don't actually wish to be good or compete with my other classmates but with the help of this subject, I somehow practice my hidden talents in terms of oral communication. Final project ---- we made an 11minute-video that shows what are the things that we learned from this subject and how we are going to apply it in our daily lives. Scheduling of shooting is very demanding but &lt;i style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Thank God we are able to managed it and we are able to made a good video presentation. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;See OCTOBER, all of these happened in just one hell week! Thank you that SEPTEMBER is over and you are finally here to cure this wound &amp;nbsp;she had made. And as what the cliche goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"OCTOBER please be good to me!" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352073206223803689-6276977911660749000?l=miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/feeds/6276977911660749000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-guess-ill-be-singing-green-days-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352073206223803689/posts/default/6276977911660749000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352073206223803689/posts/default/6276977911660749000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-guess-ill-be-singing-green-days-when.html' title='I guess I&apos;ll be singing Green Day&apos;s &quot;When September Ends&quot;.'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086712139424803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IsyvlFayHVc/TgPOYx2SkFI/AAAAAAAAACA/lkvGJkjgLpE/s220/25171_1440839741756_1255945036_1250900_5438312_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352073206223803689.post-8500627143007429508</id><published>2011-09-06T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T13:36:17.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it real or just another CRUSH?</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; "Am I crazy or falling in love? Is it real or just another crush?" - David Archuleta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, tell you what! As what I had posted in my previous entry, I still feel so strange about my friends after I made a visit with them this afternoon. This matter is really a burden to me, but on a lighter and positive note, I also have another "weird" but "cute" feeling towards a "man" whom I admired since I was studying in Perpetual. Yes, it is a positive one because it had been a long time when I talked to him in an event last January and now I finally saw him again.&amp;nbsp;I must agree that there's a little change in terms of his physical appearance, (height? HHmmmm..) he became more handsome ever, I guess! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;University Week (Dance Contest)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already 4pm when the dance proper started. During that time, the PAT (Performing Arts Theater) seemed to be an evacuation center, there were lots of students/ parents/ professors (evacuees) waiting and cheering for their team. Anyway, I went there to watch this "man" perform because he was also a member of the CAS dance crew....&lt;br /&gt;------- MOMENT OF SILENCE --------&lt;br /&gt;and while watching him dance, David Archuleta's CRUSH suddenly appeared in my mind especially the lyrics above. I don't know why, but I had this &lt;i&gt;kilig&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;factor when I saw him dancing at the stage and in front of thousands (I think) of audiences. He was so&amp;nbsp;stunning&amp;nbsp;and I admit, he danced like a professional hip hop/ pop dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ibang-iba s'ya nu'ng mga oras&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;na iyon, kinikilig na lang ako kapag naaalala ko kung paano s'ya sumayaw. Kinakabahan ako, natatawa, pinipilit kong isigaw ang pangalan n'ya pero di ko makaya sa kapal ng taong naa harapan at likuran ko.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something strange about this feeling for him. You know that I'm already in loved to a man who doesn't &amp;nbsp;want me at all, but now, I don't know. The lyrics above seem to be meaningful to me. Am I really crazy or I am falling in love again to another man? Is this for real or this is just another crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charot lang! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352073206223803689-8500627143007429508?l=miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/feeds/8500627143007429508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/2011/09/is-it-real-or-just-another-crush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352073206223803689/posts/default/8500627143007429508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352073206223803689/posts/default/8500627143007429508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/2011/09/is-it-real-or-just-another-crush.html' title='Is it real or just another CRUSH?'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086712139424803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IsyvlFayHVc/TgPOYx2SkFI/AAAAAAAAACA/lkvGJkjgLpE/s220/25171_1440839741756_1255945036_1250900_5438312_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352073206223803689.post-2694970468029528901</id><published>2011-09-06T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T21:49:26.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's wrong with me?</title><content type='html'>Yey! After I had gone for how many weeks, I'm back to share what's on my mind right now. I don't feel posting it on my tumblr account just because I thought that tumblr had changed a lot (you know what I mean if you're a tumblr user since 2009). Speaking of &lt;i&gt;changed, &lt;/i&gt;I mean &lt;i&gt;change, &lt;/i&gt;yes,&amp;nbsp;what I am going to share has something to talk or do with that word.&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, I went to my former school to visit my friends and watch one of them perform in a dance contest. As I arrived at the school, I noticed something different, aside of there were &lt;i&gt;banderitas&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;hanging on the pathway (celebrating their University Week), &amp;nbsp;there were some areas in the university that had changed a lot. That time, and until now, I have this rude, oh not, rude but an unusual feeling towards my friends. I don't know why or how, I just feel that they were so far from me that time even if we spent some time together talking inside the EMC room. My best friend asked me if I'm okay because it seemed there's something wrong about me. Of course, to hide what I really felt that time, I lied to her saying that everything's fine with me even if it's not. As much as I wanted to talk to her at that moment, I decided not to do that, I thought that it will be more complicated if I open my problem &amp;nbsp;to her. Plus, I saw many new faces in the university especially in our college/department that led me more to this peculiar feeling. I tried not to mingle or talk to anyone of them to avoid being out of place but still, I felt that I am a stranger on an isolated island --- &lt;i&gt;stranger na, isolated pa! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I'm thinking what's the problem with them or maybe, what's the problem with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Na-realized ko kung gaano kabilis magbago ang panahon, mga bagay sa paligid, lugar &amp;nbsp;at kahit na ang isang tao.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;There is no absolute or permanent in this world but change.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352073206223803689-2694970468029528901?l=miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/feeds/2694970468029528901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/2011/09/whats-wrong-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352073206223803689/posts/default/2694970468029528901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352073206223803689/posts/default/2694970468029528901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/2011/09/whats-wrong-with-me.html' title='What&apos;s wrong with me?'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086712139424803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IsyvlFayHVc/TgPOYx2SkFI/AAAAAAAAACA/lkvGJkjgLpE/s220/25171_1440839741756_1255945036_1250900_5438312_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352073206223803689.post-3879542705177741058</id><published>2011-08-08T20:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T11:04:58.481+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gab'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So last night, I had a conversation with Gab through yahoo messenger. I'm so glad that finally, after a long, long time of waiting (if he's online or not) we've got a chance to talked even in a short period of time. As much as possible, I want to keep the conversation private, but I guess, there's nothing wrong if I share it here since there is no room for me where in I can put this feeling of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I'm the one who initiated the conversation. I asked him if how was he doing and he answered on a positive note. With that, I'm happy that he's doing great, maybe in his academics and other curricular activities. To make the conversation "long" and this story short, I shared some stories of mine (the brief ones) and unexpectedly, he gave &amp;nbsp;pieces of advice to me, and you know what, that's actually the best part of our talk. Yeah, we had a very limited of time and this chance of having a&amp;nbsp;conversation&amp;nbsp;with him only comes every "blue moon", yet I thank God for&amp;nbsp;giving&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;that moment for us, rather for me only. Now, I don't have any idea on when will be our next "chat" moment, perhaps, if I earn again more of strength to talk to him not only through chat or other social networking sites but in person instead. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352073206223803689-3879542705177741058?l=miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/feeds/3879542705177741058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/2011/08/so-last-night-i-had-conversation-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352073206223803689/posts/default/3879542705177741058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352073206223803689/posts/default/3879542705177741058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/2011/08/so-last-night-i-had-conversation-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086712139424803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IsyvlFayHVc/TgPOYx2SkFI/AAAAAAAAACA/lkvGJkjgLpE/s220/25171_1440839741756_1255945036_1250900_5438312_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352073206223803689.post-5642052657603382410</id><published>2011-08-08T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T11:01:30.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Friends are forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Missing my old college friends, they played a big part of my 2009 life. &amp;nbsp;It's been a while since I had my last visit in my former school and I still want to come back there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EC8hZgbFQ1M/Tj_jSrSjuQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/3GQ0YX689Xs/s1600/270786_1773274461546_1529840931_31340768_7830617_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EC8hZgbFQ1M/Tj_jSrSjuQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/3GQ0YX689Xs/s320/270786_1773274461546_1529840931_31340768_7830617_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here's Cheska, one of my beautiful friends! One thing we have in common is that we like to do the so called "boy-hunting". But despite of her (our) crazy attitude, this pretty lady has a good heart to everyone and can manage her study well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oNiUoZaEcA4/Tj_jaE7f2pI/AAAAAAAAADU/vnVtalPWHlo/s1600/cheska.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oNiUoZaEcA4/Tj_jaE7f2pI/AAAAAAAAADU/vnVtalPWHlo/s200/cheska.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hey, this is Mara! My schoolmate way back in my high school days. We've never got a chance to become classmates when we were in Canossa that's why I'm so glad that we became&amp;nbsp;block mates&amp;nbsp;when I'm still studying in Perpetual. I miss her "kakulitan", sobra!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HSAzeI1QbI8/Tj_ja81LWAI/AAAAAAAAADY/bt_3-xvNQ2U/s1600/mara.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HSAzeI1QbI8/Tj_ja81LWAI/AAAAAAAAADY/bt_3-xvNQ2U/s200/mara.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Left to right: Early-Me-Nats) Meet two of my&amp;nbsp;best-est&amp;nbsp;friends. I'm telling you, these two girls are so sweet and caring that's why I love them so much. They really know how to make my day complete and to make me smile in their own simple ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w6aSx_G8bFI/Tj_jcpGL_5I/AAAAAAAAADc/FDzw6feny1k/s1600/181653_2016437331336_1255945036_2206814_844445_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w6aSx_G8bFI/Tj_jcpGL_5I/AAAAAAAAADc/FDzw6feny1k/s320/181653_2016437331336_1255945036_2206814_844445_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Missing my bangs,too!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Even if we are studying in different schools and even if they will graduate ahead of me, I know that our friendship will last a lifetime. As long as we keep our communication tight, and there's always understanding and love, this friendship will be forever. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/2352073206223803689-5642052657603382410?l=miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/feeds/5642052657603382410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/2011/08/friends-are-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352073206223803689/posts/default/5642052657603382410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352073206223803689/posts/default/5642052657603382410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/2011/08/friends-are-forever.html' title='Friends are forever'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086712139424803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IsyvlFayHVc/TgPOYx2SkFI/AAAAAAAAACA/lkvGJkjgLpE/s220/25171_1440839741756_1255945036_1250900_5438312_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EC8hZgbFQ1M/Tj_jSrSjuQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/3GQ0YX689Xs/s72-c/270786_1773274461546_1529840931_31340768_7830617_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352073206223803689.post-3858235857348290110</id><published>2011-07-05T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T10:36:32.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7ba5c58ba9873202" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7ba5c58ba9873202%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1334003597%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D80B87D1366204301BADB4834A34ED9282E2EC1F1.696E653D08B5CE49F80CB2EC47AC6F9E8E09F755%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7ba5c58ba9873202%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQfWOh2WzpF_eO1vL-sOojxwWMrM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7ba5c58ba9873202%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1334003597%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D80B87D1366204301BADB4834A34ED9282E2EC1F1.696E653D08B5CE49F80CB2EC47AC6F9E8E09F755%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7ba5c58ba9873202%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQfWOh2WzpF_eO1vL-sOojxwWMrM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday gift to my bestfriend, Nats, who just celebrated her 19th birthday last July 2.&lt;br /&gt;I've had a hard time doing this one because, &amp;nbsp;first, the video quality is not as good as the other's video, second, it's my first time to do and edit a video and third, I need to convert the format of this video into another compatible format. But still, thanks to Lord that I made it great!! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352073206223803689-3858235857348290110?l=miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/feeds/3858235857348290110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352073206223803689/posts/default/3858235857348290110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352073206223803689/posts/default/3858235857348290110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-for-you.html' title='Just for You'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086712139424803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IsyvlFayHVc/TgPOYx2SkFI/AAAAAAAAACA/lkvGJkjgLpE/s220/25171_1440839741756_1255945036_1250900_5438312_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352073206223803689.post-340624213115212446</id><published>2010-11-19T11:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T10:22:12.363+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>photography, weee...</title><content type='html'>When it comes to photography (vintage photogs to be particular), I heart &lt;a href="http://rebekahbphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ms. Rebekah Bowles&lt;/a&gt;. I love the way she chooses her concepts and models and how she deals with it in terms of editing and enhancing its color.&lt;br /&gt;But I know, she's just one of those people who really have the passion in photography, who really appreciates the true beauty inside of it. Boy do I wish I could be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0UuWpYcuiA/TOXq05xcBHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_qNWYCcvwhY/s1600/vintage1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0UuWpYcuiA/TOXq05xcBHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_qNWYCcvwhY/s1600/vintage1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I want to learn how to use this kind of brush in photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0UuWpYcuiA/TOXsFADJwjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/3YZrY1JpX7Y/s1600/vintage2.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0UuWpYcuiA/TOXsFADJwjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/3YZrY1JpX7Y/s1600/vintage2.jpg" width="317" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Nature Lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rebekah_b/"&gt;photo credit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352073206223803689-340624213115212446?l=miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/feeds/340624213115212446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/2010/11/photography-weee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352073206223803689/posts/default/340624213115212446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352073206223803689/posts/default/340624213115212446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/2010/11/photography-weee.html' title='photography, weee...'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086712139424803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IsyvlFayHVc/TgPOYx2SkFI/AAAAAAAAACA/lkvGJkjgLpE/s220/25171_1440839741756_1255945036_1250900_5438312_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0UuWpYcuiA/TOXq05xcBHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_qNWYCcvwhY/s72-c/vintage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352073206223803689.post-6692146194075076038</id><published>2010-11-12T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T15:40:28.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing so much time..grrr</title><content type='html'>Since I was enrolled here in UPLB, FRIDAY sched for this second semester is the worst thing/schedule I've ever had in my life. I have to wake up as early as 5 o'clock a.m and have to leave our house in Santa Rosa as soon as the hand of the clock strikes at 6 am. Though I find it very tiring, I have no choice since I haven't find any house or dorm to stay at in Los Baños. Traveling from Santa Rosa to Los Baños will take one hour and thirty minutes depending on how's the traffic situation is going on. My first class in speech communication starts at exactly 8:30 in the morning to 10:00 am, after that I have to wait/ KILL lots of hours/TIME until my next class at 4pm starts. I have least of ideas of how am I going to spend at least 5 hours of waiting until my next class in the afternoon starts. Perhaps, I'll just go to the library and computer lab it and post some entries here in my new blog. :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352073206223803689-6692146194075076038?l=miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/feeds/6692146194075076038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/2010/11/killing-so-much-timegrrr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352073206223803689/posts/default/6692146194075076038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352073206223803689/posts/default/6692146194075076038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapagkatotohan.blogspot.com/2010/11/killing-so-much-timegrrr.html' title='Killing so much time..grrr'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086712139424803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IsyvlFayHVc/TgPOYx2SkFI/AAAAAAAAACA/lkvGJkjgLpE/s220/25171_1440839741756_1255945036_1250900_5438312_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
