<?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-32820672</id><updated>2012-01-17T19:15:00.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver Cross</title><subtitle type='html'>"Because I made a promise," Shin-Ju said. "I promise her that I'd be with her... and help her take the consequences of making her own choices. Now more than ever, I have to be with her. I can't break that promise now. I won't. Promises should be kept no matter what the cost." -Shin-Ju to Lara (2nd test) -from: One Who Waits by : Mikey</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-4498234092021933856</id><published>2012-01-17T11:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T11:54:13.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyre Rah's Christmas Wishlist 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g6H895DyrTA/TxTu0AEwGuI/AAAAAAAAAM0/4q-G9a8QvGI/s1600/393751_10150430026282151_678647150_8408065_1242459260_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g6H895DyrTA/TxTu0AEwGuI/AAAAAAAAAM0/4q-G9a8QvGI/s200/393751_10150430026282151_678647150_8408065_1242459260_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698442005671058146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;Updated: 1/6/2012&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;[I would like to take this as an opportunity to thank those who gave me gifts~ Even if it's not posted here, you'll be sure that your gifts are well appreciated..Till the next Christmas~ :) ]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;1.     World Peace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;2.     Global Warming will be gone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;3.     The Filipinos will be better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I made this note/ post/ article to inform those who &lt;strong&gt;might&lt;/strong&gt;  be interested to give me a Christmas gift.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I really wanted those 3 that I enumerated above.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Since they are intangible, I thought hard enough so I could find things that I wanted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I thought I wouldn't want anything. Honestly, I rarely appreciate anything in the market. Unless it was handcrafted or it was given to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reminders:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;1.     In case you decided to give me anything from the list, please comment or PM me. I might revise it and write your name beside that item. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;2.     I may cross out items that I bought already. = I love giving gifts to myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;3.     I also prefer exchanging gifts. If you wanted anything tangible or intangible, I am free for negotiation. &lt;strong&gt;HAHA. &lt;/strong&gt;It might be fun as well. Right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;4.     These are just random things that I thought about. I would surely buy all these in due time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;5.     I still prefer gifts that "you" like. Provided that you'll give a reason why you would give me that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Feeler mode)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Copy pasted from last year.. With minor revisions.. :P]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;As I reviewed my Wishlist last year.. I was really surprised that I almost got all that I listed.. :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;So for 2012...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Item #: 01&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Quantity: 1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Item: 1 year Subscription of Kerygma Magazine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Cost: Php 600&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Location: Shepherd's Voice Publications Inc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Status: Granted -  c/o Myself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Priority: High&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Item #: 02&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Quantity: 1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Item: Team Manila: Macho Manila Shirt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Cost: $ 14&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Location: Team Manila Online Exclusive&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Status: Available&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Priority: Moderate&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Side Note: Size is Medium (for girls), Shirt Print would be: "Umasal Lamang Nang Ayon Sa Ganda"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Item #: 03&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Quantity: n/a&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Item: Paulo Coelho Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Cost: Php 245 or less&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Location: Bookstores / Recto&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Status: Granted by Roxanne - Warrior of The Light: A Manual; and Aleph&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Priority: Moderate&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Side note: Size should be the standard 17 cm x 10 cm. Not necessarily new. Used and paperback editions are preferable. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Item #: 04&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Quantity: 1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Item: 'The Alchemist: A Graphic Novel' by Paulo Coelho&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Cost: Php 899&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Location: Fully Booked, SM Mall of Asia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Status: Granted by Roxanne&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Priority: Moderate&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Item #: 05&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Quantity: 1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Item:  Paulo Coelho Moments Day Planner 2012&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Cost: Php 545&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Location: National Bookstore, SM Mall of Asia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Status: Granted by Roxanne&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Priority: High&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Item #: 06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Quantity: 1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Item: The Holy Bible &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(New International Version)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Cost: Php 500 or less&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Location: Bookstores&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Status: Available&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Priority: High&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Side note:  Size should be the usual 16 cm x 11 cm. Not necessarrily Hard Bound. Preferably Black. There should be a &lt;strong&gt;thumb index.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Item #: 07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Quantity: 1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Item: Stress Ball&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Cost: Php 30 or less&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Location: Gift Stores, Bookstores, etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Status: Granted by Roxanne&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Priority: Moderate&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Side note: I rarely burst into anger or anything... but then.. I know this would help me. HAHA. I hope there would be a stress ball that is a bit bigger than the usual. I find the usual stress balls quite small for my really big hands.. -_-;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Item #: 08&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Quantity: 1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Item: Swirl Lollipop&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Cost: Php 100 or less&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Location: Candy Stores, Supermarkets, etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Status: Granted by Roxanne&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Priority: High&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Side note: Size should be &lt;strong&gt;at least&lt;/strong&gt; 4 inches in diameter. I've been looking for this candy for quite some time...and I haven't seen any swirl candy that is as huge as 4 inches. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;[Will update the list from time to time *whistles]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A blessed Christmas to all ! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Legend: n/a - No limit in quantity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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No need to plagiarize,. There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-4498234092021933856?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/4498234092021933856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=4498234092021933856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/4498234092021933856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/4498234092021933856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2012/01/lyre-rahs-christmas-wishlist-2011.html' title='Lyre Rah&apos;s Christmas Wishlist 2011'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g6H895DyrTA/TxTu0AEwGuI/AAAAAAAAAM0/4q-G9a8QvGI/s72-c/393751_10150430026282151_678647150_8408065_1242459260_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-3243827921534345973</id><published>2011-12-14T20:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T20:14:25.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>446</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;D.N. Entry dated: 12.12.11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As I crossed the street again...&lt;div&gt;I caught a glimpse of the letters I couldn't forget...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the numbers followed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was sure of the last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stopped, stared, and looked again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was it you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just glad that our paths crossed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...even though I'm not sure of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-3243827921534345973?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/3243827921534345973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=3243827921534345973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/3243827921534345973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/3243827921534345973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2011/12/446.html' title='446'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-4088693953541454247</id><published>2011-03-20T15:00:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T16:13:14.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S*B* [Coffee] Tambay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ou9J-Ol5RUw/TYa-Pv-6sII/AAAAAAAAAMU/MMNpxjwQ_qo/s1600/Imahenation4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ou9J-Ol5RUw/TYa-Pv-6sII/AAAAAAAAAMU/MMNpxjwQ_qo/s200/Imahenation4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586361565587353730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.N. Entry last March 16,2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to insistent and consistent demand of 'Prince,' [Prince Charming, or Prince Caspian, or Frog Prince.. haha] I finally decided to write this article. I know you wouldn't like it. :P&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WARNING: This is another rant post. So, if you disagree on some parts, might as well comment or forever hold your peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can attest that I'm a coffee drinker. It is rooted since I was in high school esp. during my senior year that I almost depended on coffee. Those were the times that I learned to stay until the wee hours of the night just to play Ragnarok or surf the net. My day at school would just be zombie-like if I didn't have my coffee in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are a couple of times that I became coffee-dependent. I even have coffee's withdrawal symptoms from time to tome. Good thing I was able to manage my "coffee" again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Contrary to that, I was never fond of Coffee shops esp. the well-known S*B* Coffee, [I'd refer that to SBC from now on] particularly, the environment and the community there. I'm not discriminating in any way, in fact, if you are like me who goes to SBC like any other customer in a restaurant who orders a drink, or eat at a usual pace then leave as courtesy to other customers, then you wouldn't bother hating me because of this article. /:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why I hate the community?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. SBC &amp;amp; I suppose other shops like those became a ground for people who just brag about &lt;b&gt;"social status."&lt;/b&gt; Indeed, a regular drink there cost a fortune to some, but then, would your status really alleviate after drinking a Grande Frappe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I can't really help myself from laughing after seeing [through the glass walls] customers sitting side by side using their laptop just to &lt;b&gt;surf the internet&lt;/b&gt;! Gosh, they can't even afford to have internet at home or even that flash drive-like internet hype today? [Whatever you call that]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Side note: I might do this as well, If I'm on a serious top secret mission (i.e. to hack something or whatever) . I would use the net at the farthest branch that I could be. My IP address would be detected I guess, but not my location at home! *evil grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Then there are a lot of people who &lt;b&gt;flash gadgets&lt;/b&gt;. Seriously, we all know if we are really using a gadget or if we are merely flaunting it right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. The word "Coffee" is often attached to their stores, but where is the coffee when all that I could see is the air-like bubble thing in &lt;b&gt;Frappes&lt;/b&gt;? Then you would mix a lot of things just to conceal the taste of coffee? How in the world could you objectively appreciate the varieties of coffee when you can't even appreciate it on its very original brew?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. The worst among the reasons I cited I think is &lt;b&gt;STUDY&lt;/b&gt;ing in a coffee shop. esp. when it is crowded. Although I think both cases apply. So there, you can't study at home, (I suppose you don't have a study table) or if you are studying in groups, perhaps you don't have a good library in your school. Or maybe, you just want to flaunt in a coffee shop. Seriously, where is your brain thinking about a simple courtesy to other people when you have consumed 3 hours sitting there when other customers should have used that place?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really hate SBC or other coffee shops, in fact, I am fascinated about their strategy on how they drag cutomers for their own benefit even if they are pricing their goods in a high price. Unfortunately, they also sacrifice a lot by acquiring more seats and store area just to accommodate those customers who overstays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;My challenge&lt;/b&gt;: SBC et al. should open a branch where there are many people.. (e.g. University Belt!) but to save on costs, (while acquiring a bunch of customers as well) they should make it like a &lt;b&gt;"Zagu"&lt;/b&gt; or shake outlet setting - Where you would just order and wait for your name to be called. Then the customers (or students at U-belt) would just flaunt it in their school. Show off your Venti! *evil grin* Don't you love Coffee?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I end this article, I would just like to say that I gave SBC a "chance." To provide justification about my rants, I even tried almost all of the drinks, cakes, cookies, etc. I even got their 2011 (Red) Velvet Planner! Imagine, I started on the very first day (Nov. 3, 2010) and I got my planner even before the month ended. What is so cool about the planner? Nothing. It is just another by product of reason #1 I provided above. I found a lot of good planners with an impressive content at a cost farther than what I actually spent just to acquire it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be objective on my critic, below are the pictures of the drinks I had. I opted to have frappes since they are the favorite of the community. I made a separate review on every flavor. But then I'm lazy to write it here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bottom line&lt;/b&gt;: I'm not really impressed. Nothing beats the original aroma and taste of black coffee. [Okay I would add a little sugar then] Mmmmm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Next on my list&lt;/b&gt;: Alamid Coffee ~ I'd buy you soon! &gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-55pL5hOFYw4/TYa9NvPnuYI/AAAAAAAAAL8/aqRBEQTRsn4/s1600/Imahe347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-55pL5hOFYw4/TYa9NvPnuYI/AAAAAAAAAL8/aqRBEQTRsn4/s200/Imahe347.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586360431517612418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v5PuIjQETRk/TYa9fgM8bsI/AAAAAAAAAME/rN02AFRb-h0/s1600/Imahe348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v5PuIjQETRk/TYa9fgM8bsI/AAAAAAAAAME/rN02AFRb-h0/s200/Imahe348.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586360736717500098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ht4zMOZIycE/TYa68bl12OI/AAAAAAAAAL0/MW_K5NisfBk/s1600/68203_471677002150_678647150_5787578_3582695_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ht4zMOZIycE/TYa68bl12OI/AAAAAAAAAL0/MW_K5NisfBk/s200/68203_471677002150_678647150_5787578_3582695_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586357935161071842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KEKS4oIzRN8/TYa9176-woI/AAAAAAAAAMM/YR3txWY-rjk/s1600/drinks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 149px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KEKS4oIzRN8/TYa9176-woI/AAAAAAAAAMM/YR3txWY-rjk/s200/drinks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586361122115469954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-4088693953541454247?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/4088693953541454247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=4088693953541454247' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/4088693953541454247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/4088693953541454247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2011/03/sb-coffee-tambay.html' title='S*B* [Coffee] Tambay'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ou9J-Ol5RUw/TYa-Pv-6sII/AAAAAAAAAMU/MMNpxjwQ_qo/s72-c/Imahenation4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-6757699098555109841</id><published>2011-03-18T16:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T20:08:35.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idle Asset</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0KuY7fAZedI/TYNKnlh86oI/AAAAAAAAALU/SoR7V3a-ZRM/s1600/0_279588980l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0KuY7fAZedI/TYNKnlh86oI/AAAAAAAAALU/SoR7V3a-ZRM/s200/0_279588980l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585390006819416706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;" &gt;D.N. entry last March 15, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Side note: In depth appreciation might be expected to those who studied or have knowledge in accounting.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Every parent could / would say that their children are their '&lt;i&gt;Investment'&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;[Investment is the commitment of money or capital to the purchase of financial instruments or other assets so as to gain profitable returns in the form of interest, dividends, or appreciation of the value of the instrument (capital gains).]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In other words, an &lt;i&gt;investment&lt;/i&gt; is expected to give returns from that something given out.(e.g money) Following that deduction, then children are in fact expected to return whatever their parents gave out for them [plus interests?] . I'm just quite not sure if it should be monetary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then I pondered, can I consider myself as an &lt;i&gt;"Investment?"&lt;/i&gt; As of this moment, I haven't given any &lt;i&gt;"return"&lt;/i&gt; to my parents, sufficient enough to be called "return." In fact, I always incur expenses! It could be tolerated if it was &lt;i&gt;'incidental costs'&lt;/i&gt; but then I think my parents are incurring '&lt;i&gt;extraordinary expenses'&lt;/i&gt; already. Is this even &lt;i&gt;capitalizable?&lt;/i&gt; Their supposed to be &lt;i&gt;'Accounts Receivable'&lt;/i&gt; term was even extended that an increase in '&lt;i&gt;allowance' &lt;/i&gt;was needed. I just hope that it won't turn into '&lt;i&gt;writing-off'&lt;/i&gt; due to aging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I thought I couldn't be an '&lt;i&gt;Investment'&lt;/i&gt; then. An '&lt;i&gt;asset'&lt;/i&gt; perhaps. Yeah, and &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Idle Asset.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Still of no use, and incurs expenses from time to time. &lt;i&gt;'Storage costs'&lt;/i&gt; anyone? I'm still hoping for myself, in fact an &lt;i&gt;'Idle Asset' &lt;/i&gt;still has '&lt;i&gt;Asset'&lt;/i&gt; in its name. I wonder, will selling it or keeping it be more beneficial? Oh God, please don't make me a &lt;i&gt;'Liability.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Are you a &lt;b&gt;good &lt;i&gt;'investment'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; just like the other children in the world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-6757699098555109841?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/6757699098555109841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=6757699098555109841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/6757699098555109841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/6757699098555109841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2011/03/idle-asset.html' title='Idle Asset'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0KuY7fAZedI/TYNKnlh86oI/AAAAAAAAALU/SoR7V3a-ZRM/s72-c/0_279588980l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-1686068922755383134</id><published>2011-03-18T16:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T15:47:59.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Receipts &amp; Invoices</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RcDBpwZWy1g/TYmlOZO86pI/AAAAAAAAAMc/viuf2xZ4utM/s1600/32090_130298506983860_129716743708703_351888_1029221_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 90px; height: 90px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RcDBpwZWy1g/TYmlOZO86pI/AAAAAAAAAMc/viuf2xZ4utM/s400/32090_130298506983860_129716743708703_351888_1029221_s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587178479440161426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;D.N. entry last Feb. 11, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WARNING: Contains rantings that would affect sensitive people or organizations esp. to some issues. This is based on actual experiences, actual names are not mentioned since I'm still civilized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receipt - A written acknowledgment that a specified article or sum of money has been received as an exchange for goods or services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invoice - A commercial document issued by a seller to the buyer, indicating the products, quantities, and agreed prices for products or services the seller has provided the buyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since high school, I got an unusual tendency to keep receipts, invoices, or other memorabilia stuffs. Maybe it is because I usually love to remember the past, and it is funny to think that I bought that particular item. Out of necessity or impulse I guess. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I developed this tendency to keep source documents, [Source documents are a critical part of an audit trail for establishing the authenticity, and tracing the history, of a transaction.] because of my mom. She is really good when it comes to assuming costs, esp. expenses. At my young age, we were obliged to make a list of expenses from the money she gave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example, when I and my sis were having our TKD lessons in Pasong Tamo way back 8 years ago [I guess]. We would usually take a cab on our way there and when we go home. We would eat at "Hungry Hippo," and drink a random coffee at Starbucks everyday. [Damn, I thought I never did that]. We were given an allowance and we would prepare a list of expenses based from our receipts. We are a bit limited with what she gives us. That is when my dad would secretly gives us money. Translation: This wouldn't need a liquidation report. [Definition pending]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until now, I still find it hard to throw away those source documents even if I don't need it for my mom. I learned to demand receipts as well! It was then on my senior year, that I learned in my subject Auditing Theory and Auditing Problems on the topic Internal Control [Internal Control  are Systematic measures (such as reviews, checks and balances, methods and procedures) instituted by an organization...] that those source documents play a vital role not only in embezzlement cases, but also in nonpayment of tax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simply said, no receipts means No recorded transaction = As if no sale took place = Money is pocketed by the cashier = No tax to compute since there was [as if] no transaction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;STORY 01 - "The Pandesal"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my many unforgettable experiences was when I was asked to buy our all-time favorite bread, "Pandesal" at a nearby bakeshop. Although, I really love bread in general, but that is saved for another article. As I paid for the bread, I noticed that they had a price increase already. The cashier also affirmed that. After I was given my change, I noticed that I don't have my receipt. ( I need this since my mom knows the old price as well) I asked her about it, and she gave me a surprised look that turned into a dismay after she pressed a few buttons to the cash register.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Translation&lt;/b&gt;: She entered my transaction just after I actually paid for it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Realization&lt;/b&gt;: That cashier is definitely not recording all sales. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boss would be looking at an understated sales for that day. [Understate - to enter in an account a figure that is lower than the actual figure]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Follow up:&lt;/b&gt; My mom went home one day, complaining about the cashier in that bakeshop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The reason: &lt;/b&gt;The cashier didn't issue a receipt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bottom line:&lt;/b&gt; The cashier actually pocketed the money paid by the customers. Poor Boss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Follow up 2: &lt;/b&gt;Just a few days ago, my mom complained again about that cashier. She even saw the cash register with just a few money in it. *sighs to the boss*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;STORY 02 - "The Fast food chain"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another instance was when we ate/ bought food from a local fast food chain. We bought the food for our other office mates as well when we realized that we were not given our receipt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bottom line: It's hard to remember how much each food costs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Follow up: Me &amp;amp; my sis ate there again, when I paid for our food (but she had to deal with the cashier). When she was paying for her food to me after we ate, I realized that she didn't demand for the receipt. *woops*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;STORY 03 - "The Drink"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A worse scenario took place when I went to a widely known convenience store. I bought my favorite drink. (Favorite as in I would buy it whenever I have a class) After I was given my change, I went to the nearby seat to fix my wallet. I realized that she did not give me the receipt. *yawns* I suddenly approached her and asked for it, when she replied in an irritated tone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ano po ba binili niyo?" "Dapat kanina niyo pa sinabi."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Translation:&lt;/b&gt; "What did you buy?" "You should have informed me earlier."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good thing I was in a good mood (Since I was really early for my class) that I replied telling her only the drink I bought. She handed me my crumpled receipt fresh from the plastic bag beside her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conclusion:&lt;b&gt; So her tendency was to throw every receipt straight to the bag! Very Nice! &lt;/b&gt;[sarcasm]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went out of the store staring at her intently, memorizing her face. I did not gave her a bad stare. I just stared at her &lt;u&gt;intently.&lt;/u&gt; If I wasn't in a good mood, I could have mocked her that a receipt was supposedly given to the customer [SOP] and not to be thrown in a plastic bag! She even posed an accusing attitude that &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; was wrong since I didn't inform her earlier? Damn! Should I really inform her about her duties? And besides, I asked her about my receipt roughly &lt;u&gt;almost&lt;/u&gt; a minute ago. Is that too long?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The main reason why I demanded for my receipt:&lt;/b&gt; The drink I bought includes a special promo where you could win, a free fitness first membership [I guess] , a Php 3,000 worh of FC for "The Spa," [I like this] a trip to Boracay, and more. Imagine, I have almose 5 entries per week? I should win! Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm.. The next time she'll do this to me, I'll surely inform her manager *Evil Lyra*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;STORY 04 - "The Original Book"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of this moment, the worst thing that happened to me with this issue was when I bought books in a particularly well known [if not the only known] review school for some people. The first instance was when a woman gave me the books and handed me my change. I demanded my receipt (of course) after that since I'll be preparing a liquidation report for my mom. As usual, I got a deep stare and she was angrily writing at an OR slip in triplicate (I guess). She handed me the original copy that almost fell since she seemingly thrown it from the window. I shrugged off that feeling when I decided to come back a week later to purchase more books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time, an old man attended to me. He was like irritated by the students already when he finally let me buy the books, after making me wait for an hour and a half just to find out that he was scheduled to finish his crossword puzzle in the newspaper. As usual, he did not give me a receipt. I waited for the other students to finish their inquiries before I asked him for it. To my surprise, I got the worst answer I got far from what I imagined. In an irritating tone that could be translated that I should go away, he told me: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Ay! Hindi kami nagbibigay ng resibo dito."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Translation: &lt;b&gt;"We do not issue receipts here."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me? I was so surprised that I gave a reply, &lt;b&gt;"Ah, Okay."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why am I [so] over reacting:&lt;/b&gt; I purposely bought those books there since I wanted to abide with the rules and ethics of my future profession. I could have bought those books in Recto where an exact copy were sold there at half the price. I did not do it since I wanted to give them the Royalties. [Royalties is the share paid to a writer or composer out of the proceeds resulting from the sale or performance of his or her work] To my greatest dismay, It turned out that I'm giving royalties to the richest people that does not even pay tax properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How did I came to conclude that? Who will guess that I bought those books? An honest accountant? Will my almost Php 2,000 worth of books significantly influence the tax they will pay? Yeah, it is indeed immaterial! [Of no importance or relevance; inconsequential or irrelevant.] How about those other Php 2,000 worth of books bought by other students? I wonder how many are they. Still immaterial? *raises eyebrow*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A reason that the taxes that would be paid would just go to "corrupt" officials is the lamest excuse that could possibly thrown to me. So, will you join their club in doing your petty illegal matters knowing that everybody's doing it? What a small brain indeed. *sighs* I'm just overly happy that I did not decide to attend my review classes there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Final Reminder:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;Demand your right, Demand for your receipt.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Rantings turned off*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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No need to plagiarize,. There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-6675840138801955638?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/6675840138801955638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=6675840138801955638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/6675840138801955638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/6675840138801955638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2011/03/very-early-for-valentines-day.html' title='Very early for Valentines Day'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xMzN9vr7Cq8/TYIgh69T9lI/AAAAAAAAALM/tzcXn26ENXE/s72-c/9810145.img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-5509145073323274419</id><published>2011-03-17T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T15:03:12.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom Kills</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Men seek to fight, because of that, they tend to fight or kill each other. I think if aliens decided to colonize us, Men would be fighting to live for each other.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;______________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I thought about this after watching Battle: Los Angeles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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Entry last Feb. 4, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As a commuter, I learned to love trains.&lt;div&gt;Aside from the fact that I learned to love commuting of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just observed that riding a train is like going through life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A life [in a track] where you meet all kinds of people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may or may not converse with them, but one way of another, you passed on the same road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are those people [including myself] who always rush since I'm always late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are those who struggle just to fit in. Only to find out that the next train has a lot of space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some are unfortunate enough to be confronted of unusual technical difficulties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But they would still ride on the train the next day, as if nothing happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While inside the train, we could observe those people seated. (Mostly women / Senior Citizens)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe they are contented with their seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although some would still give it up for somebody else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Martyrdom? ..I'm just kidding. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During rush hours, more than half of the riders are standing, and this is when the real action is observed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many likes to be the first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first to go out of the train even if his/ her station is the farthest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They would always stay beside the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then they would be the loudest to complain that their foot has been stepped on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They would also complain if people would be bumping them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder, why don't they leave the hazard area if it is causing them wounds?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, they won't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because they love to complain &amp;amp; they want to be the first to go out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a full packed train, we may observe that most of the people standing are holding unto "safety handrails."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, there are those times that you cannot hold unto anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is when balancing takes place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just proven that people are more confident if they have somebody beside them, even if they are not holding unto something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The force of inertia may make them fall, but those beside them could unconsciously support them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If the train is not full and you are alone standing, be sure to hold unto the "safety handrails" or better yet, practice your balance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As if you won't dive in case the train suddenly stops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good luck dude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;___________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I usually ride the LRT line 1 train now. I was able to ride other trains such as the MRT and the LRT line 2. I decided to post pictures of the PNR instead since [for me] it is the most interesting train. Maybe I should ride the trains in Japan next time. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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No need to plagiarize,. There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-1687301413771153749?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/1687301413771153749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=1687301413771153749' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/1687301413771153749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/1687301413771153749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2011/03/train-of-life.html' title='Train of Life'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7z1I4IJChM/TXRRGyStbdI/AAAAAAAAAK8/OyGbg4e-3Sk/s72-c/Pnr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-748217718668637550</id><published>2011-02-26T03:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T03:12:45.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glass</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;I may be like a fragile glass to you. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;But once you break me, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;I'll make sure that your hand will bleed terribly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-748217718668637550?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/748217718668637550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=748217718668637550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/748217718668637550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/748217718668637550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2011/02/glass.html' title='Glass'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-1870862636979538174</id><published>2011-02-26T01:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T01:45:09.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yasashi Bokyaku by Minori Chihara</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a_mWyahWoUA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a_mWyahWoUA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yasashi Bokyaku  (Tender Oblivion)&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Minori Chihara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.jpopasia.com/lyrics/36763/minori-chihara/yasashi-bokyaku.html"&gt;http://www.jpopasia.com/lyrics/36763/minori-chihara/yasashi-bokyaku.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Romanji&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nozomu koto wa nani? watashi ga toikakeru&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nanimo iranai uso de wa nakatta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kieru sekai ni mo watashi no basho ga aru&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sore mo shiranai jibun de sae mo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tojikometa ishiki wa toki o musubi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;negai o kuri kaesu mada au made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wasurenaide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nemuru hibi no naka watashi ni nokoru no wa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kioku sore to mo boukyaku darou ka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yagate sekai ni wa nemuri ga otozurete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hitori hitori no ashita ni kaeru&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;erabareta mirai o miokuru noni na,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;negai ga kanatemo wasurenaide &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wasurenaide &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kieru sekai ni mo watashi no basho ga aru&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soremo shiranai jibun de saemo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omoidasu made wa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;English&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is it that I wish for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is the question I ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don’t need anything – that wasn’t a lie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even in a world that disappears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a place for me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even for the me who doesn’t know that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The consciousness that was sealed off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ties together the threads of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I repeat the wish I made:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Until we meet again, don’t forget.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the days that come around,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What remains inside me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it memory, or is it oblivion?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before long, for this world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleep will visit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And each and every one of us will return to tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the gate, I see off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The future that was chosen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even when your wish comes true,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don’t forget, don’t forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even in a world that disappears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a place for me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even for the me who doesn’t know that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until I remember…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really love the this anime... Maybe I got hooked to Haruhi's powers.. Somebody even told me that I resemble her. (With the powers?) Haha.. Although I prefer the acapella, I particularly like the video since the setting of the anime was based from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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No need to plagiarize,. There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-1870862636979538174?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/1870862636979538174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=1870862636979538174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/1870862636979538174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/1870862636979538174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2011/02/yasashi-bokyaku-by-minori-chihara.html' title='Yasashi Bokyaku by Minori Chihara'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-7561482804859099665</id><published>2011-01-30T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T19:54:02.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need You Now by Lady Antebellum</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1OfsZyYPLoI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Picture-perfect memories&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scattered all around the floor&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for the phone 'cause&lt;br /&gt;I can't fight it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I wonder if I ever cross your mind?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;For me it happens all the time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a quarter after one,&lt;br /&gt;I'm all alone and I need you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said I wouldn't call,&lt;br /&gt;but I lost all control and I need you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how I can do without&lt;br /&gt;I just need you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shot of whiskey,&lt;br /&gt;can't stop looking at the door&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you'd come sweeping&lt;br /&gt;in the way you did before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if I ever cross your mind?&lt;br /&gt;For me it happens all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's a quarter after one, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm a little drunk and I need you now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said I wouldn't call but&lt;br /&gt;I lost all control and I need you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how I can do without&lt;br /&gt;I just need you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh whoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes I'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a quarter after one,&lt;br /&gt;I'm all alone and I need you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I said I wouldn't call&lt;br /&gt;but I'm a little drunk and I need you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how I can do without&lt;br /&gt;I just need you now&lt;br /&gt;I just need you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby I need you now&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've been listening to this song for a few weeks already... and at an unexpected moment, it was played at MTV while I'm with you. Next time I'll just be smiling at these memories. 01.28.2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Indeed Picture-perfect Memories...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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No need to plagiarize,. There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-7561482804859099665?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/7561482804859099665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=7561482804859099665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/7561482804859099665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/7561482804859099665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2011/01/need-you-now-by-lady-antebellum.html' title='Need You Now by Lady Antebellum'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1OfsZyYPLoI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-4481788389463073119</id><published>2011-01-30T18:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T18:26:00.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of the Bird by Paulo Coelho</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I don't know the title of this story but this is taken from Paulo Coelho's book, 'Eleven Minutes' on pages 213-215. This is unexpectedly a really great book. I think every guy who is brave enough to acknowledge himself should read this book. Even a guy who loves or likes, or plans to love or like a girl should read this. [Only if they had the guts]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there was a bird. He was adorned with perfect wings and with glossy, colorful feathers. He was a creature made to fly about freely in the sky, bringing joy to everyone who saw him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, a woman saw this bird and fell in love with him. She watched his flight, her mouth wide in amazement, her heart pounding, her eyes shining with excitement. She invited the bird to fly with her, and the two traveled across the sky in perfect harmony. She admired and venerated and celebrated that bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then she thought: He might want to visit far-off mountains! And she was afraid that she would never feel the same way about the other bird. And she felt envy, envy for the bird's ability to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she felt alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her thought: "I'm going top set a trap. The next time the bird appears, he will never leave again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bird, who was also in love, returned the following day, fell into the trap and was put in a cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at the bird every day. There he was, the object of her passion, and she showed him to her friends, who said: "Now you have everything you could possibly want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, a strange transformation began to take place; now that she had the bird and no longer needed to woo him, she began to lose interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bird, unable to fly and express the true meaning of his life, began to waste away and his feathers began to lose their gloss; he grew ugly; and the woman no longer paid any attention, except by feeding him and cleaning out his cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the bird died. The woman felt terribly sad and spent all her time thinking about him. But she did not remember the cage, she thought only of the day when she had seen him for the first time, flying contently amongst the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she had looked more deeply into herself, she would have realized that what had trilled her about the bird was his freedom, the energy of his wings in motion, not his physical body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without the bird, her life too lost all meaning, and Death came knocking at her door. "Why have you come?" she asked Death. "So that you can fly once more with him across the sky," Death replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you had allowed him to come and go, you would have loved and admired him even more; alas, you now need me in order to find him again."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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No need to plagiarize,. There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-4481788389463073119?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/4481788389463073119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=4481788389463073119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/4481788389463073119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/4481788389463073119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2011/01/story-of-bird-by-paulo-coelho.html' title='The Story of the Bird by Paulo Coelho'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-2549724642879760499</id><published>2011-01-29T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T22:36:41.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myopic View of Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/village9991/3971182084/in/photostream/lightbox/"&gt;Myopic View&lt;/a&gt; -This is the nearest image that I could find in the net.. but definitely not the perfect. Maybe I could recreate the image sooner or later... I just don't know when. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Credits to Mr. Village9991 from flickr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;______________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Entry written last Jan 26, 2010 at my DN.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two days ago, I realized that I really got a poor [if not impaired] eyesight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I often wear my eyeglasses with a recent &lt;i&gt;Up-"grade"&lt;/i&gt; , where &lt;i&gt;upgrade&lt;/i&gt; doesn't really translate to something &lt;i&gt;"better" .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was seated while listening to the reviewer, I suddenly decided to remove my eyeglasses, thinking that I'll just be reading the handouts. Surprisingly, I can't even read what was written on my handouts placed on my desk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought that it is really unfortunate that I had to deal with this ailment. It was just this night that I realized that having a poor vision isn't that bad at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As my vision wandered one night along EDSA while looking at the cars and the lights along MRT, I think it was a great sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not really a fan of "lights" but then they seem to have an effect to people. Aside from preventing depression of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure if it is my near-sightedness or my astigmatism that caused my vision to be a little spread out. I found that a single lighted bulb on a normal view [while wearing eyeglasses] is just a bulb lighted. Whereas, when I looked at it in my own view [without wearing my eyeglasses], it is like a wreath with a size 10 times larger than the bulb. The wreath is composed of countless little lights arranged well like those in a kaleidoscope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the things attached to the light, like the cars or the light post, I could slightly see them clearly with the "smudge" effect. HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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No need to plagiarize,. There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-2549724642879760499?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/2549724642879760499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=2549724642879760499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/2549724642879760499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/2549724642879760499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2011/01/myopic-view-of-lights.html' title='Myopic View of Lights'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-6993424718120261662</id><published>2011-01-29T21:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T21:53:04.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got hit on my Silly [but true] Generalization</title><content type='html'>I think I did quite well.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to do things by using my intuition and feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is just nice to know that my decisions are always right. Even if I couldn't justify it right away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just love how guys help me in prooving my hypotheses. (Mathematical term)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I opened a few sites that I kept a few years ago... Surprisingly, I found that I once called an entity "baby" - It really made me laugh that I was once so in love with a Ragnarok character... Silly me. Then I got blinded by silly flowery words. Oh yeah, I'm still a girl after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I met a lot of guys, I dealt with various things, etc. I even learned to say things what a guy couldn't say! (You can call me a mind-reader, or mind- speaker? LOL) It was proven to be really correct. I was even asked by a friend if I was a fortune teller. (*coughs* to my suited job title)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just before I left facebook apps just to focus to my studies (Oh studies). I occasionally view random 'God' messages and Paulo Coelho's quotations. Then this is what I got:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paulo Coelho's Quotes of the Day:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"The wise are wise only because they love. The fool are fools only because they think they can understand love."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we are all wise and fools at the same time. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure if this quote is just making fun of me, after what I did yesterday. Yeah yesterday, go love.. I did well. I just wanted to save myself from future &lt;i&gt;'What IFs'&lt;/i&gt; syndrome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then this next app just hit me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;On this day, God wants you to know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"...that a successful relationship requires falling in love many times, always with the same person. Always with the same person, but deeper and deeper every time. Each time on a whole new level you together open in love and discover the truth of your beloved anew. There is no limit to the beauty of your beloved. If you reached the end, stop generalizing."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I definitely hate this message. Generalizing often saves us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did said that guys helped me in prooving my hypotheses. So then, is this quote telling me that I should apologize? I think loving in a new level is different for every circumstance. Oh yes Mr. Coelho, I'm such a fool to find another reason. *laughs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I still like these kind of apps in facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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No need to plagiarize,. There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-6993424718120261662?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/6993424718120261662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=6993424718120261662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/6993424718120261662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/6993424718120261662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2011/01/got-hit-on-my-silly-but-true.html' title='Got hit on my Silly [but true] Generalization'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-3558155008826813968</id><published>2010-11-28T23:07:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T21:26:21.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 16px;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 16px;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;[I would like to take this opportunity to thank those who gave me gifts. I really appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 16px;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;To those who shared a part of their precious '&lt;b&gt;time' &lt;/b&gt;just for me... I can't thank you enough, but still I thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 16px;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 16px;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;;)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 16px;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Updated on Jan 21: Items 07, 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 16px;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;Updated on Dec. 20: Items 16, 07, 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 16px;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;Updated on Dec. 5: Items 06, 07, 12, 13 and 14 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 16px;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;Updated on Dec. 15: Item&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj40sNNe51o/TPJxZU9gM0I/AAAAAAAAAKc/L_7oY7UJNVA/s1600/72716_445381922150_678647150_5405573_4171437_n.jpg" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj40sNNe51o/TPJxZU9gM0I/AAAAAAAAAKc/L_7oY7UJNVA/s320/72716_445381922150_678647150_5405573_4171437_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544618771183842114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;World Peace.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Global Warming will be gone.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The Filipinos will be better.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Prayer that I will overcome my vices and laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this note/ post/ article to inform those who &lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;might&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; be interested to give me a Christmas gift.&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted those 4 that I enumerated above.&lt;br /&gt;Since they are intangible, I thought hard enough so I could find things that I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I wouldn't want anything. Honestly, I rarely appreciate anything in the market. Unless it was handcrafted or it was given to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminders:&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In case you decided to give me anything from the list, please comment or PM me. I might revise it and write your name beside that item. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I may cross out items that I bought already. = I love giving gifts to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I also prefer exchanging gifts. If you wanted anything tangible or intangible, I am free for negotiation. &lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAHA&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; It might be fun as well. Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;These are just random things that I thought about. I would surely buy all these in due time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I still prefer gifts that "you" like. Provided that you'll give a reason why you would give me that&lt;b&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Feeler mode)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I hate that Facebook note doesn't have an excel feature] woot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Item #: 01&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantity: 1&lt;br /&gt;Item: 6th Generation 16 GB Red Ipod Nano&lt;br /&gt;Cost: Php 9,790&lt;br /&gt;Location: Apple Store&lt;br /&gt;Status: Granted - c/o Mom paid by my Dad&lt;br /&gt;Priority: High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Item #: 02&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantity: 1&lt;br /&gt;Item: Tamagochi&lt;br /&gt;Cost: almost Php 1,000&lt;br /&gt;Location: Toy Kingdom&lt;br /&gt;Status: Available&lt;br /&gt;Priority: Moderate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Item #: 03&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantity: 1&lt;br /&gt;Item: Ipod Nano 6th generation watch strap&lt;br /&gt;Cost: $ 34.99&lt;br /&gt;Location: inexistent in the Philippines&lt;br /&gt;Status: Granted (finally) - c/o Myself and Sis&lt;br /&gt;Priority: Moderate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Item #: 04&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantity: 1&lt;br /&gt;Item: Earphones with Mic&lt;br /&gt;Cost: Php 995&lt;br /&gt;Location: Tech Shops - Globe&lt;br /&gt;Status: Granted - c/o Myself&lt;br /&gt;Priority: Moderate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Item #: 05&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantity: 1&lt;br /&gt;Item: Wallet&lt;br /&gt;Cost: Php 1,898&lt;br /&gt;Location: Guess&lt;br /&gt;Status: Granted - c/o Myself&lt;br /&gt;Priority: Moderate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Item #: 06&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantity: 1&lt;br /&gt;Item: Red Starbucks Planner&lt;br /&gt;Cost: variable but determinable&lt;br /&gt;Location: Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;Status: Granted - c/o Myself&lt;br /&gt;Priority: High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Item #: 07&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantity: n/a&lt;br /&gt;Item: Any Paulo Coelho Book&lt;br /&gt;Cost: Php 245 or less&lt;br /&gt;Location: Bookstores / Recto&lt;br /&gt;Status: Available - Warrior of The Light: A Manual; 'Eleven Minutes' - Granted by Ervin&lt;br /&gt;Priority: Moderate&lt;br /&gt;Side note: Not necessarily new. Used and paperback editions are preferable. (e.g. Sold in Book for Less)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Item #: 08&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantity: n/a&lt;br /&gt;Item: Any Harry Potter Book&lt;br /&gt;Cost: unknown&lt;br /&gt;Location: Bookstores / Recto&lt;br /&gt;Status: Available&lt;br /&gt;Priority: Moderate&lt;br /&gt;Side note: Not necessarily new. Used and paperback editions are preferable. (e.g. Sold in Book for Less)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Item #: 09&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantity: n/a&lt;br /&gt;Item: Any John Grisham Book&lt;br /&gt;Cost: unknown&lt;br /&gt;Location: Bookstores / Recto&lt;br /&gt;Status: Available&lt;br /&gt;Priority: Moderate&lt;br /&gt;Side note: Not necessarily new. Used and paperback editions are preferable. (e.g. Sold in Book for Less)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Item #: 10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantity: 1&lt;br /&gt;Item: Book LED light&lt;br /&gt;Cost: Php 399&lt;br /&gt;Location: Fully Booked (MOA)&lt;br /&gt;Status: Granted - c/o Myself&lt;br /&gt;Priority: High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Item #: 11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantity: n/a&lt;br /&gt;Item: Mp3 songs burned in a CD/ DVD&lt;br /&gt;Cost: less than Php 100&lt;br /&gt;Location: for CDs - Tech Shops&lt;br /&gt;Status: Available&lt;br /&gt;Priority: Very High&lt;br /&gt;Side note: If possible, please arrange your favorite songs per album and provide an album art. I prefer your favorite songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Item #: 12&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantity: 1&lt;br /&gt;Item: smallest White board or a white board with bulletin board&lt;br /&gt;Cost: unknown&lt;br /&gt;Location: Bookstores&lt;br /&gt;Status: Granted - c/o Camille&lt;br /&gt;Priority: High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Item #: 13&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantity: 1&lt;br /&gt;Item: Earrings&lt;br /&gt;Cost: unknown - preferably not exceeding Php 1,000&lt;br /&gt;Location: unknown&lt;br /&gt;Status: Taken - c/o Brylle&lt;br /&gt;Priority: Low&lt;br /&gt;Side note: I just realized that I'm a girl and I should at least have one. I (kinda) prefer it not to be to chunky or eye candy, that can be worn at the office. *sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Item #: 14&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantity: n/a&lt;br /&gt;Item: Handkerchief&lt;br /&gt;Cost: preferably not exceeding Php 500&lt;br /&gt;Location: Apparel Stores&lt;br /&gt;Status: Available; Granted by Aaron &amp;amp; Matthew&lt;br /&gt;Priority: High&lt;br /&gt;Side note: Contrary to the saying that, "Pag may nagregalo ng panyo, ibig sabihin paluluhain ka niya." - DUH. I need these. I lost all my handkerchiefs and I think that if it was given to me, I would exercise extra ordinary diligence to keep it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Item #: 15&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantity: 1&lt;br /&gt;Item: Bob Ong's book - "Ang mga kaibigan ni Mama Susan"&lt;br /&gt;Cost: Php 150&lt;br /&gt;Location: National Bookstore, Fully Booked, Pandayan Bookshops, &amp;amp; 101 Boutique&lt;br /&gt;Status:Granted - c/o Myself&lt;br /&gt;Priority: High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Item #: 16&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantity: 1&lt;br /&gt;Item: Red 'my phone' unit QI9i&lt;br /&gt;Cost: Php 1,890&lt;br /&gt;Location: Tech Stores&lt;br /&gt;Status: Granted - c/o Daddy / Myself&lt;br /&gt;Priority: Moderate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Item #: 17&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantity: 2&lt;br /&gt;Item: Waterproof cellphone case&lt;br /&gt;Cost: unknown&lt;br /&gt;Location: Tech Stores&lt;br /&gt;Status: Available&lt;br /&gt;Priority: High&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Will update the list from time to time *whistles]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;A blessed Christmas to all ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;Legend: n/a - No limit in quantity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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No need to plagiarize,. There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-3558155008826813968?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/3558155008826813968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=3558155008826813968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/3558155008826813968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/3558155008826813968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2010/11/1.html' title='Christmas Wishlist'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj40sNNe51o/TPJxZU9gM0I/AAAAAAAAAKc/L_7oY7UJNVA/s72-c/72716_445381922150_678647150_5405573_4171437_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-3064548223734991362</id><published>2010-09-29T21:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T01:06:55.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DSLR Modeling- "What's the point?"</title><content type='html'>I wonder why [almost] all DSLR users love to post their pictures beside the camera?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't they just pose without holding a DSLR?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will holding a DSLR make your face good / appealing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[REASONABLY POSSIBLE!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Will taking pictures of yourself while holding a DSLR make you look like a good photographer?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you one of them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*LOL*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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No need to plagiarize,. There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-962242576035647648?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/962242576035647648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=962242576035647648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/962242576035647648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/962242576035647648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2010/09/smiles.html' title='Smiles'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-1583104554306567567</id><published>2010-09-12T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T20:48:47.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pause</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;There was a saying that nothing is completely wrong, because even a stopped clock is right twice a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a stopped clock is even better than a clock that is functioning with a wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will always be wrong, until it stops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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No need to plagiarize,. There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-1583104554306567567?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/1583104554306567567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=1583104554306567567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/1583104554306567567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/1583104554306567567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2010/09/pause.html' title='Pause'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-8862327658179337428</id><published>2010-09-05T14:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T15:02:26.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Barbie Girl in a Barbie World</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Life (that) is plastic, is it fantastic?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks can be deceiving, or should I say, first impressions don't last. That is the proper quotation most of my friends realize when they got to really know me. A pale girl with a slightly thick glasses, often seen hanging out in the library all alone, reading a thick "Accounting" Book. A misjudged "chinita," well in fact I don't have Chinese blood in my veins. Should I wish to have one? Unfortunately, one of the guidelines my mom wants me to follow in choosing my future husband is that, he shouldn't be Chinese. Don't you think my mom is quite odd since the Chinese are often the richest people in our country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first glance nobody would think that I play online games, PC games, LAN games or whatever you call games like, Ragnarok Online, Gunbound, DOTA, etc. If I say play, I mean I am addicted to games. I even found myself writing countless plans of status builds and skill trees of my prospective characters in Ragnarok. If I am caught staring blankly into space in class, I am probably thinking of that high wizard who tried to kill or who killed my beloved high swordsman, that led to a screaming level down. I'm just formulating my strategies or saying self-consoling statements such as, "He is just weak because he could only kill a low level," and, "I would surely have my revengewhen I became a Lord Knight." As an addict game, I am guilty of spending hours or even days in front of the computer screen. I would eat a fast light breakfast and a pretentious dinner. It reminds me of most of the girls, who are always on a strict diet. You'll often hear them saying: "Don't eat the skin of that chicken," "Don't eat beyond 6 P.M," and "Don't eat rice." God there are many children who are starving and yet they don't want to eat? Oh, I think I am sidetracking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The culprit I think are the media images and those ultra-skinny models that may be the superstars in our town. Another image that is rooted in every girl's childhood is Barbie. Don't you know that if Barbie were life size, she would stand 5'9" and weigh 110 lbs. (Which is only 76% of what is considered a healthy weight for her height). Her measurements would be 39-18-33, and she would not menstruate due to inadequate levels of fat on her body. Definitely not the kind of woman we real females should strive to be right? Dieting is not wrong if done for health's sake. It is wrong if having a model's body becomes the gauge of beauty and measurement of self-worth, thus leading to eating disorders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't want to be beautiful? It's true that the way we think about and attend to our personal appearance is really a mirror of our hearts. The tricky part is unveiling the true beauty. True beauty flows from the heart and always radiates toward others. Some simple things to do that are to strive to make a difference in people's lives, and then increase your attitude antennae by thanking anyone and everyone. Treat even the things people are expected to do as great gifts. Remind yourself that nothing is truly yours, and finally, when you encounter an ill-fated person, always be kind and sincere. Tell yourself, "that could have been me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Written: 2nd term 2007 (I think)&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Public Speaking 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was supposed to be my manuscript for my extemporaneous speech. I didn't have the time to proof-read (since I did this the night before my speech) and I think I didn't say all that I wrote. I had too much adlib especially towards the end. I even mentioned the quote, "It is through the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eyes." by Antoine de Exupery. I wonder how and why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like to remember this subject... but then this is worth remembering. I was an irregular student and yet I excelled. Our professor sees to it that he lists in the white board all the names of the students who got the highest grades in the recent test. And my name was always written of course. It's not something to be so proud of actually since the tests are way too easy...just a little tricky. Imagine, what would a written exam in Public Speaking be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My midterm grade was almost perfect though I didn't get the highest mark. I didn't get it due to absences. I maintained my outstanding performance throughout the finals. Surprisingly, I  just got a passing grade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;The reason?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I had excessive absences. 7 is alloted.. I got 7.5. That .5 was late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Mercy grade? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regrets? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Nah, That's stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate myself being late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if they say I'm fashionable late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-2075308176076668600</id><published>2010-05-06T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T23:03:07.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sino ang iboboto mo?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;“Sino ang iboboto mo?”&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito ang tanong na di mo mawari kung ano talaga ang ibig sabihin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May halaga nga ba kung malaman ng taong nagtatanong kung sino ang iboboto ng pinagtanungan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa isang botanteng hindi pa alam kung sino ang iboboto niya,&lt;br /&gt;Malamang-lamang na, kailangan niya ang opinyon ng kahit sino,&lt;br /&gt;Basta kumbinsing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa isang botanteng may kandidato na,&lt;br /&gt;Ang tanong na ito ay isang imbitasyon para sa isang pagsang-ayon&lt;br /&gt;(kapag pareho ng kandidato)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O kaya nama’y imbitasyon para sa debate,&lt;br /&gt;(uso nga naman eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa isang di botante, dalawa lang ang dahilan:&lt;br /&gt;Una, para malaman ang opinyon ng iba.&lt;br /&gt;Pangalawa, para ipaalam ang opinyon niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasaan ka?&lt;br /&gt;Sa botante o hindi?&lt;br /&gt;Kung botante ka,&lt;br /&gt;Sa may kandidato na o wala pa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;“Paano ba bumoto?”&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sino na lang ba ang walang ideya kung paano?&lt;br /&gt;Eh kahit batang hindi marunong magbasa kaya kang turuan kung paano eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pakinggan ang="" jingle="" na="" alam="" yun=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa sobrang daming isyu ngayon tungkol sa bagong pamamaraan ng eleksyon,&lt;br /&gt;Kaya nga ba isakatuparan ang “Automated Election?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh bakit sa ibang bansa nakaya naman?&lt;br /&gt;Idadahilan nanaman ba na,&lt;br /&gt;“Eh kasi sila yun, Pinas ito.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makina ba talaga ang problema, o tao?&lt;br /&gt;O pareho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;“Sino ba ang dapat iboto?”&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ma&lt;/b&gt;galing,&lt;b&gt;Ma&lt;/b&gt;talino,&lt;b&gt;Ma&lt;/b&gt;ka-Diyos, &lt;b&gt;Ma&lt;/b&gt;katao, &lt;b&gt;Ma&lt;/b&gt;buti, &lt;b&gt;Ma&lt;/b&gt;bait, &lt;b&gt;Ma&lt;/b&gt;tapat, &lt;b&gt;Ma&lt;/b&gt;sipag, &lt;b&gt;Ma&lt;/b&gt;tiyaga, &lt;b&gt;Ma&lt;/b&gt;raming Nagawa, &lt;b&gt;Ma&lt;/b&gt;raming Natulungan, &lt;b&gt;Ma&lt;/b&gt;hirap, &lt;b&gt;Ma&lt;/b&gt;yaman, at iba pang “&lt;b&gt;Ma-...&lt;/b&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May tao ba talagang ganito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag ba “&lt;b&gt;Ma-&lt;/b&gt;“ , hindi na makakagawa ng &lt;b&gt;Ma&lt;/b&gt;li?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perpekto ba dapat ang kandidato?&lt;br /&gt;May perpekto bang tao?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;b&gt;Ma&lt;/b&gt;galing, &lt;b&gt;Ma&lt;/b&gt;talino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilang presidente na ba ang dumaan?&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ba’t magaling si Ginang Arroyo?&lt;br /&gt;At sino pa bang tatalino kay Ginoong Marcos?&lt;br /&gt;Pagalingan at patalinuhan lang ba talaga ang batayan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;b&gt;Ma&lt;/b&gt;raming Nagawa, &lt;b&gt;Ma&lt;/b&gt;raming Natulungan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang daming nakalista oh.&lt;br /&gt;Ang konti naman niyan.&lt;br /&gt;Sari-saring paghahambing,&lt;br /&gt;Alam mo ba ang ibig sabihin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilang daang batas ang napasa niya.&lt;br /&gt;Naipatupad ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganito nagawa ko,&lt;br /&gt;Ganyan lang nagawa niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo importante ang may nagawa.&lt;br /&gt;Basta naman nakaupo may ginagawa na diba?&lt;br /&gt;At kahit sino pang nakaupo,&lt;br /&gt;May masasabing may gagawin at nagawa siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailangan nga ba talagang nakaupo para may magawa?&lt;br /&gt;O kailangan lang talaga ng upuan para mapansing may ginawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ba’t lahat naman ay nag-uumpisa sa wala?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang gulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;b&gt;Ma&lt;/b&gt;hirap, &lt;b&gt;Ma&lt;/b&gt;yaman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sino ang tunay na &lt;b&gt;ma&lt;/b&gt;hirap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ma&lt;/b&gt;hirap pa rin bang maituturing ang &lt;b&gt;ma&lt;/b&gt;hirap na yumaman?&lt;br /&gt;Kung &lt;b&gt;ma&lt;/b&gt;yaman noong bata?&lt;br /&gt;Ibig sabihin ba,&lt;br /&gt;Hindi na niya alam kung ano ang pakiramdam ng &lt;b&gt;ma&lt;/b&gt;hirap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw na nagbabasa ng magulong sulat na ito,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ma&lt;/b&gt;hirap ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ma&lt;/b&gt;yaman? Siguro…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako, timawa eh.&lt;br /&gt;Tama lang para sa desenteng buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandali, desente pa din naman kahit mahirap ah?&lt;br /&gt;Nasa pamantayan lang ng tao kung saan siya nabibilang.&lt;br /&gt;Tao lang din ang magsasabi kung desente ang kanyang buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Importante ba talaga kung &lt;b&gt;ma&lt;/b&gt;yaman o &lt;b&gt;ma&lt;/b&gt;hirap ang kandidato?&lt;br /&gt;Ang &lt;b&gt;ma&lt;/b&gt;hirap ba hindi matutuksong &lt;b&gt;ma&lt;/b&gt;gnakaw?&lt;br /&gt;Ang &lt;b&gt;ma&lt;/b&gt;hirap na yumaman kaya?&lt;br /&gt;Pano naman ang &lt;b&gt;ma&lt;/b&gt;yaman na naghirap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit may mga &lt;b&gt;ma&lt;/b&gt;hirap na lalong nahirap?&lt;br /&gt;Tapos may mga &lt;b&gt;ma&lt;/b&gt;yaman na lalong yumaman pa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;b&gt;Ma&lt;/b&gt;ka-Diyos, &lt;b&gt;Ma&lt;/b&gt;katao, &lt;b&gt;Ma&lt;/b&gt;buti, &lt;b&gt;Ma&lt;/b&gt;bait, &lt;b&gt;Ma&lt;/b&gt;sipag, &lt;b&gt;Ma&lt;/b&gt;tiyaga, atbp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lahat naman ng tao kayang maging ganito kahit isang araw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagdasal bago kumain = &lt;b&gt;Ma&lt;/b&gt;ka-Diyos&lt;br /&gt;Umawat ng away = &lt;b&gt;Ma&lt;/b&gt;katao&lt;br /&gt;Gumalang sa isang tao = &lt;b&gt;Ma&lt;/b&gt;buti&lt;br /&gt;Humingi ng tawad = &lt;b&gt;Ma&lt;/b&gt;bait&lt;br /&gt;Gumawa ng Assignment/ Trabaho = &lt;b&gt;Ma&lt;/b&gt;sipag&lt;br /&gt;Nagsulat ng Assignment sa kuwaderno / Pumasok kinabukasan sa trabaho = &lt;b&gt;Ma&lt;/b&gt;tiyaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang nagbasa hanggang dito = &lt;b&gt;Ma&lt;/b&gt;tiyaga talaga! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sino nga ba ang mas nakakalamang sa “&lt;b&gt;Ma-&lt;/b&gt;?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At bakit nakalimutan ko palang sabihin…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mapagmahal…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ma&lt;/b&gt;pagmahal sa kapwa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ma&lt;/b&gt;pagmahal sa bayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ba’t lahat ng tao ay dapat ganyan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang taong gumawa ng &lt;b&gt;ma&lt;/b&gt;buti,&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ba kayang gumawa ng &lt;b&gt;ma&lt;/b&gt;sama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ang taong gumawa ng &lt;b&gt;ma&lt;/b&gt;sama,&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ba kayang gumawa ng &lt;b&gt;ma&lt;/b&gt;buti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ba masyado tayo kung makapang-husga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;“Ano ba ang mangyayari pagkatapos bumoto?”&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, siya nanalo,&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, siya natalo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ko na siya mananalo eh.&lt;br /&gt;Nandaya yan kaya nanalo eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa dinami-dami ng eleksyon,&lt;br /&gt;Bakit kailangan may “Running mate?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag ba nanalo yung isa,&lt;br /&gt;Hindi susuportahan nung nanalong hindi niya ka running mate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganyan kasi ang kalakaran eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Administrasyon, Oposisyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ba’t kapag nanalo ang oposisyon,&lt;br /&gt;Administrasyon na sila?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit kailangan ng oposisyon?&lt;br /&gt;Para may kumontra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit hindi na lang magkasundo diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasa nakaupo nga ba nakasalalay ang lahat?&lt;br /&gt;Isisisi lang din ba sa nakaupo ang lahat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obligasyon ba ng pamahalaan na pag-aralin at pakainin ang mga mamamayan?&lt;br /&gt;Sa namamahala nga ba talaga dapat iasa ang ika-uunlad ng bansa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sila nga ba talaga ang tumutulong sa bansa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit kailangang nakapangalan sa isa ang bawat proyekto?&lt;br /&gt;Kung ito nama’y nanggaling din sa pondo ng Pilipino?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit sino pa ang umupo,&lt;br /&gt;Mamamayan din naman ang dapat kumilos para sa sarili niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sino nga pala ang iboboto mo?&lt;br /&gt;Bakit siya?&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko tinatanong kung bakit, “hindi yung isa.”&lt;br /&gt;Kundi, “bakit &lt;u&gt;siya?&lt;/u&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero kung gusto mo’y ayos lang din.&lt;br /&gt;Bakit siya, o bakit hindi siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito na ang iyong pagkakataon.&lt;br /&gt;Hinihingi ko ang iyong opinyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pakiusap ko lamang ay iwasan ang paninira,&lt;br /&gt;Sana ang mga ipahayag niyo’y PERSONAL niyong nakuha,&lt;br /&gt;At hindi galing sa kung sinu-sinong nagsalita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;* ika-4 ng Mayo, sa taong 2010&lt;br /&gt;Limang minuto bago mag-alas singko ng hapon.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj40sNNe51o/S-LZhKDCg6I/AAAAAAAAAKM/KM1Mmizu8oI/s1600/DRAMA-Ness.-Sepia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj40sNNe51o/S-LZhKDCg6I/AAAAAAAAAKM/KM1Mmizu8oI/s320/DRAMA-Ness.-Sepia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468172061237216162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;*Kinunan sa isang 2 mega pixel na camera na nakapaloob sa telepono.&lt;br /&gt;Nasa litrato: Laptop, Official Sample Ballot, Magulong Gamit, at Magulong Utak. &lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pakinggan&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-2075308176076668600?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/2075308176076668600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=2075308176076668600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/2075308176076668600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/2075308176076668600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2010/05/sino-ang-iboboto-mo.html' title='&quot;Sino ang iboboto mo?&quot;'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj40sNNe51o/S-LZhKDCg6I/AAAAAAAAAKM/KM1Mmizu8oI/s72-c/DRAMA-Ness.-Sepia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-4007966671476947987</id><published>2009-10-10T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T00:44:01.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review: Nightmare at Precint 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj40sNNe51o/StC5jKfCoyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/sApatUmjg9s/s1600-h/pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj40sNNe51o/StC5jKfCoyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/sApatUmjg9s/s320/pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391012767723594530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternate Title: Life Bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;Reminder: Personal Reviews are strictly written from the blogger's prospective and the general public view only. It should not be regarded as a formal review. The author doesn't intend to spoil the readers (if any) by stating particular scenes, lines, etc. Credits are all granted to the respective movie producers, directors, artists, writers, etc. I've read, watched, heard their literary work and I thank them for making such, thus I'm making my review.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Just when we think we are lucky. We just are. But then we all know that the life we borrowed depends on the one who gave it to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      This movie isn't only about the thrill that somebody would just appear and you scream (Thank God). The story evolves in how difficult is the life of a policeman especially of a detective. I'm glad that there are some points quite similar to "Death Note," but then that is another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valuable lesson (I think) is that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when you learn to love, you can learn to un-love too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is very true to most women. They could give you as much as they can, but if they are fed up, and they realized their worth, they would want to find somebody who would take care of them and love them in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys are like that too right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next lesson is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when somebody talks to you, answer back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not rude to answer because it is even more impolite not to answer at all. They may think you are not paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In safety purposes, it is better to be well guarded so as to prevent thieves robbing you. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you love your life, guard your life as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How? That's self explanatory okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crimes are also rooted because of Psychology problems&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, the culprit is psychotic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is true that for a particular person, one cannot hide that there are similarities to the one's they like.&lt;/span&gt; (Right word: Preference) So, it is not surprising if your previous girlfriend looks like your present girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some guys love girls in uniform too.&lt;/span&gt;.. (Go Japan!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even realized that it is true to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be more fearful of the living than of the dead, because the living could harm you&lt;/span&gt;. (Translation: Matakot ka sa buhay kaysa sa patay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the movie itself, I love the twist of events and the dose of thrill, love, comedy, and suspense. The story is not really predictable even if somebody is sort of predicting things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite lines:&lt;/span&gt; (Hope I got it right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Guy: I can't touch you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Girl: Let's just say that our relationship is secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Guy: What kind of secret is this, I still can't touch you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Girl: Secret is better than nothing at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Blogger Question: Is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOUCH&lt;/span&gt; really vital in a relationship???)&lt;br /&gt;(Song playing in mind: Touch by touch, skin to skin, You're my all time lover. . . @_@)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, another valuable lesson is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when somebody dies,  it means it is his time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Death is unavoidable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think about morbid things. Just watch the movie. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;Note: This entry was written more than 2 years ago. This just one of the movie reviews actually written at that time. Other reviews include, "Femme Fatale," "Once upon a time in Mexico," "Three," etc. But they were never written. The drive to write flew with laziness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-4007966671476947987?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/4007966671476947987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=4007966671476947987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/4007966671476947987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/4007966671476947987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2009/10/movie-review-nightmare-at-precint-7.html' title='Movie Review: Nightmare at Precint 7'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj40sNNe51o/StC5jKfCoyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/sApatUmjg9s/s72-c/pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-7758624794123673380</id><published>2009-08-06T14:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T14:38:28.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anime: Yamato Nadeshiko</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eOOYl3em9oc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eOOYl3em9oc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly promotion. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I finally finished the series, (after a long agonizing desire to start it in the first place), I feel I had to plug it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://animeseed.com/index.php/site-content/anime-pages/yamato-nadeshiko-shichi-henge/?p=320"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yamato Nadeshiko"&lt;/a&gt; (The Wallflower or Perfect Girl Evolution) is a light anime series that has a different plot compared with other animes. One may be mistaken since it involves 4 pretty boys and an unusual girl which is pretty common to every anime. On the contrary, there are no love triangles or whatever shape involved in love. (HUH?) - Such a relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I particularly love the opening song: "Slow" by Kiyoharu. (A song is more loved if it has an anime: remember Halicali's &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BysR7R1Zq94"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;""Long Kiss Goodbye""&lt;/a&gt; from Naruto Shippuden?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.animefreak.tv/watch/wallflower-online"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anime Freak"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1RDZWRhzCY0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;""Slow""&lt;/a&gt; has a cool video since it portrays the main character, "Sunako," who wears a large shirt and jogging pants most of the time. She also loves her room and television which plays.. err.. those betamax or DVDs piled in the floor :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This series cannot be compared to the best love animation, such as Naruto, Dragonball, etc. I love those as well, but then those animes run at an incredible more than an hundred episode while Yamato Nadeshiko has 25 episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// Side comments//&lt;br /&gt;My next haircut would be like Kiyoharu or Sunako -- I badly want that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One may badly adore the best in everything, but then everything should have a limitation. (e.g. good looks, fame, fortune)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested to watch the series:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://animeseed.com/index.php/site-content/anime-pages/yamato-nadeshiko-shichi-henge/?p=320"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anime Seed"&lt;/a&gt; - This has English subs, but then, as we all know Megavideo permits 72 minutes of viewing at a time. You might as well wait for 45 minutes, or try to load 2- 3 episodes at a time. This method would run the 45 minutes waiting time while you are watching the 2nd or 3rd video. I prefer this link since it is more enjoyable to hear the character's voices and be able to learn a few Japanese words. (HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.animefreak.tv/watch/wallflower-online"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anime Freak"&lt;/a&gt; - For the translated series, anime freak provides easier viewing. (Since you don't have to read subtitles) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll enjoy.. as much as I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arigato!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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No need to plagiarize,. There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-7758624794123673380?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/7758624794123673380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=7758624794123673380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/7758624794123673380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/7758624794123673380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2009/08/anime-yamato-nadeshiko.html' title='Anime: Yamato Nadeshiko'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-9128855260117383571</id><published>2008-09-12T15:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T15:50:24.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suspension</title><content type='html'>yeah.. you got it right.. I don't know how to feel.. I need some air or else...&lt;br /&gt;here is the thread I created in ragnaboards a while ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj40sNNe51o/SMoeuiCzhoI/AAAAAAAAAIw/zvT-7hcFw5A/s1600-h/thread.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj40sNNe51o/SMoeuiCzhoI/AAAAAAAAAIw/zvT-7hcFw5A/s200/thread.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245038500787750530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add on the foreshadowing, nagkaron din ako ng violation slip sa school kasi nakasuot ako ng slippers. yeaaah.. 3 violations is equivalent to suspension ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad trip ako ngayon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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No need to plagiarize,. There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-9128855260117383571?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/9128855260117383571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=9128855260117383571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/9128855260117383571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/9128855260117383571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2008/09/suspension.html' title='Suspension'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj40sNNe51o/SMoeuiCzhoI/AAAAAAAAAIw/zvT-7hcFw5A/s72-c/thread.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-1119020335226376802</id><published>2008-08-29T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T22:55:19.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious Compliments</title><content type='html'>Recently, as the final exam week approaches, I find myself staring at a mirror in front of me. I see a being, human to be precise.It seems like she would collapse in a minute or two. I had sleepless nights because of the piled up requirements needed. Today is the last regular school day for term 1, school year 2008-2009. How did I survive? Let us simply put it as, I passed, thank God. I hope and pray and plead and wish that I would pass the final exam.-- scheduled (applicable to some subjects only)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the real story, I was having sleepless nights because I had to read various articles, write countless paragraphs, watch a movie, make a book report, write a formal essay, write a research paper, check my grammar, and wipe blood in my head (just kidding) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;translation: dumudugo na utak ko.. &lt;/span&gt;lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like "English" that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That may be the reason why I am not well versed with the language. I spend at least 15 minutes in writing just one paragraph. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all those sleepless nights, I finally finished them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It is when you least expect it that the surprise hits you hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I got that.. I was plain typing. .. I will correct that maybe in the future. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to story, my professor was talking to my classmates while we prepare to take the final exam, when she announced in the class, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I like Ms. Lyra's essay."&lt;/span&gt; I could not believe what I heard. It was particularly hard for me to make that formal essay because our professor gave us her article published in a magazine as a springboard. It was a great pressure knowing that we should address our statements to her. Another pressure I made for myself is- "targeting perfection." Who can blame me? I had been getting straight 100% in all my informal essays. (most of it are rushed til the last minute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When maybe 5 of us were only left in the room, I randomly told my teacher (out of plain conversation) that I find it hard to write. She answered, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"But you can write."&lt;/span&gt; It was a tone of self-assurance and I didn't know how to respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never considered myself good in writing. I read.I won't write. I write when it is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in my head, I remember what kuya Jet told me, (redkinoko) I was asking him some points on how to write properly, he commented with my blog (where did he find that link huwaA)saying.. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"You organize your thoughts well."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was it the right statements? I forgot. I just remember the compliment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you~ to my professor and kuya Jet,.. I feel that those sleepless nights is worth after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Rushes to her bed to sleep ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-9178316863776405074?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9399c79286a2b59a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/9178316863776405074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=9178316863776405074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/9178316863776405074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/9178316863776405074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2008/06/31st-floor.html' title='31st floor'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj40sNNe51o/SFmwtO4leiI/AAAAAAAAAGo/iKJ2P0zf6iI/s72-c/Imahe085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-1259069406402447503</id><published>2008-06-17T18:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:06:04.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Constant Jokes</title><content type='html'>Do you know how it feels when everybody says the same thing to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First you feel puzzled, then you get tired, then you get used to it, then you become so fed up that you face the reality that YOU ARE are what they are saying~Just FACE the goddamn reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding aside, I think I'm stuck with those in the puzzled state.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I don't want to comprehend because I cannot believe it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this afternoon, I was desperately waiting for 3:30 PM so that the Cashier would sell the Shuttle tickets. It was still 5 minutes before 3:30 when I could see students gathering near the booth. I stood up from where I was seated and went to the cashier. Just then, when it was my turn already. Somebody called my attention from my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Lyra.. lyra."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sudden rush of feeling came to me. I was paranoid. I was saying things to my mind the lines..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Syeet.. tinagusan yata ako.. omg. Di kasi ako umupo ng maayos kanina waaaa nakakahiyaaaa" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid to look back to see who was calling me, but then I slowly turned around to find Kim (a tall guy who was my classmate in MA61) with his other classmates.. They are all looking directly towards me. I almost freaked out and ran to the ladies room when unfortunately, the teller doesn't have change for my money and she asked me to wait another minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Bakiiit?" &lt;/span&gt;I managed to ask, expecting him to answer that I need to go to the ladies room because there is a red alert.. (sobs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sali ka naman sa Mr. &amp; Ms. AJMA oh..."&lt;/span&gt; He said, pleadingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Ha? ano? AJMA?"&lt;/span&gt; I cannot think well. I was worried with .. er.... you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AJMA! basta sali ka ah." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to regain my senses that I wondered..and the conversation went like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Diba pageant yun!? Ayoko nga!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sige naa.. Give me 10 reasons for you not to join."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not qualified, I can't afford... huwaa?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Over qualified ka nga eh! sige na punta ka sa 415 ah please???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was shaking my shoulders while he was saying that and then he went ahead. I got my change from the teller and I went to the ladies room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at my oily face in the mirror and sighed. Why did he said that to me?!I don't have my comb to fix my hair so I just went out to ride the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim and his classmates (the same guys who were staring at me a while ago) are there waiting for the elevator. I manage to ride it too. I hoped he wouldn't bring up the conversation a while ago when he pleaded again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Sali ka na lyra ah.. 415 ah punta ka."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Uuwi na ako eh. waaa.. ayoko."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a beautiful girl beside me spoke.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Bakit ayaw mo??"&lt;/span&gt; with a giggling tone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't say much because I don't know her when the elevator finally reached ground floor and I evaded them, not looking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what is wrong with me. AJMA,for the others benefit, stands for... uhhmm.. A = blah blah?!! Junior Management Association?! Wah I don't know! I know that it is an organization for Management students. There is a pageant held every year and I don't care about it though. Back to my contemplation.. I remembered a week ago, my classmate in a subject, who is an officer in JPIA (Junior Philippine Institute of Accountants) asked me to join AOG (Ambassador of Goodwill)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised that I just replied to him saying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"I can afford saka di ako magandang ehemplo sa Accounting students ahaha"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those jokes and bluffs rooted since elementary days? LOLZ.. I should have been in the "fed up" status already right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't just find the reason why they want me to join a pageant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I don't want to join?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel I don't have the guts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still struggling to wear those skirts and heels and they'll let me model with those?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DI BALE NA LANG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah,.. I found this application form.. the one who filled that up was Raizzan,.. our JPIA president back then when I was in PUP. The other detailes was filled by me. I didn't pass the application form because I can't answer the latter questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj40sNNe51o/SFeSXAZcSNI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1HXo-ZMOGwA/s1600-h/applc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj40sNNe51o/SFeSXAZcSNI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1HXo-ZMOGwA/s200/applc.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212796017645996242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now will you tell me the reason for their joke?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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No need to plagiarize,. There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-1259069406402447503?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/1259069406402447503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=1259069406402447503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/1259069406402447503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/1259069406402447503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2008/06/constant-jokes.html' title='Constant Jokes'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj40sNNe51o/SFeSXAZcSNI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1HXo-ZMOGwA/s72-c/applc.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-2965018208285077352</id><published>2008-04-02T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T22:06:55.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Compromise</title><content type='html'>There was once a knight sent to a mission to retrieve a holy relic deep in the bowels of an evil castle. At first the knight was very hesitant to go as he had just been married to his childhood sweetheart a few days before he received notice.But sensing that there was no changing his fate, he accepted and did his best to stay alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the quest, he found the relic. The relic housed an evil djinn and whoever touches the relic will have the ability to change into anybody &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;except &lt;/span&gt;himself - in exchange for the bearer's current life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The knight was extremely saddened when he realized this, as he had already touched the relic. When the Djinn told him of his fate and asked him who he wanted to become, the knight smiled and most gently replied, "If being myself is out of the option, I'd like to be my wife's second husband."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes we are put in situations that are far from what we had in mind. From these situations we are deprived of options that will allow us to get what we want. Because of this we are confronted with the frustration of having to settle with something that we did not have as first choice. Life is often like that. Sometimes the quickest way to go about something is to not have a plan at all, but to have the goal taken to heart and adapt to the changes around us. There are always more than one path to something if you want it badly enough, and the only way to see those paths is to have an open mind and a heart that stays connected to your dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to &lt;a href="http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/2008/03/compromise.html"&gt;Sr. Redkinoko&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-2965018208285077352?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/2965018208285077352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=2965018208285077352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/2965018208285077352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/2965018208285077352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2008/04/compromise.html' title='Compromise'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-7400490134534827164</id><published>2008-02-16T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T12:56:39.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yahoo! Headline: Video game causes DIVORCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="featured1ct" class="current"&gt;&lt;span&gt;See how World of Warcraft, the most popular video game in the world, led to divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:&lt;a href="http://us.i1.yimg.com/videogames.yahoo.com/feature/wedding-woes-the-dark-side-of-warcraft/1186366%20"&gt;Original Article&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding Woes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="featured1ct" class="current"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Dark Side of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Warcraft &lt;/span&gt;Popular online PC game is causing marital discord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="featured1ct" class="current"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p class="byline yvgclr" style="padding-bottom: 10px;"&gt;By &lt;a href="http://videogames.yahoo.com/masthead"&gt;Mike Smith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although best-selling online role-playing game World of Warcraft boasts over ten million subscribers, it's also leaving in its wake an increasing list of casualties.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even though she's never played the game, 28 year-old Jocelyn is one of the fallen. A well-spoken California resident, she divorced her husband of six years after he developed a crippling addiction to the smash online RPG. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"He would get home from work at 6:00, start playing at 6:30, and he'd play until three a.m. Weekends were worse -- it was from morning straight through until the middle of the night," she told Yahoo! Games in an interview. "It took away all of our time that we spent together. I ceased to exist in his life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Jocelyn had been friends with her ex-husband Peter since the age of 13, but it took only nine months for her marriage to collapse.&lt;p&gt;"I bought the game for him for Christmas 2004, when it first came out. By May we had our first serious discussion about where our marriage was going, and by September I had moved out," she said. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jocelyn recalled one particular incident that was typical of Peter's habits. "I had set aside 30 minutes for us to watch a television show together, and he couldn't. He was stuck on a raid, and completely failed to understand why I was upset," she said. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Peter's domestic duties also suffered. He stopped paying bills, she says, and refused to do his share of the housework.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jocelyn doesn't hesitate to cite Warcraft as the main reason for her divorce and remains emotional about its impact on her marriage. "I'm real, and you're giving me up for a fantasy land. You're destroying your life, your six-year marriage, and you're giving it up for something that isn't even real."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Despite their differences, the couple remains friends, and although Peter still plays World of Warcraft, Jocelyn says he made an effort to cut down after their split.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A gamer herself, Jocelyn briefly worked for World of Warcraft developer Blizzard Entertainment, although not on the title that proved so damaging to her relationship. "I recognized that this was a game that would never end, and that's why I chose not to play it," she said. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"They build it in such a way that you have to keep putting more and more time into it to maintain your status. I remember thinking when I was married that it was downright exploitative to people who couldn't control themselves in that way. It's set up like a drug." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Asked if she would consider marrying another Warcraft player, Jocelyn laughed. "That's actually one of my primary criteria now -- I don't want to marry someone who is a gamer."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem~ gamer daw oh,... wala lang,.. sa tingin ko ang main issue dito ay,.. sana,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="featured1ct" class="current"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Managing Addiction"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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No need to plagiarize,. There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-7400490134534827164?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/7400490134534827164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=7400490134534827164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/7400490134534827164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/7400490134534827164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2008/02/yahoo-headline-video-game-causes.html' title='Yahoo! Headline: Video game causes DIVORCE'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-8740032219061786395</id><published>2008-02-08T23:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:06:04.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Bakit ka nagpagupit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Chinese New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;May lahi kang Chinese?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Wala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahilig lang ako sa Tikoy. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilang tao na nga ba nagtanong sa akin niyan? Halos lahat ata plus side questions. Karamihan pa guys. Sa ngayon ika- 4 na araw na ng tikoy days,. as in araw araw may nakahain na tikoy sa lamesa namin. Nakakatuwa dahil paborito ko nga ang tikoy. Wala sigurong tatalo sa akin sa paramihan ng makakaing tikoy sa bahay. HAHA. Ang nakakatuwa, wala man lang ni isa sa mga boxes ng tikoy na yun ang binili. Lahat bigay at regalo kay mami. Sarap ng buhay. Sarap talaga ng tikoy! Lalo na yung green, pero ayos din yun white! mas matamis yung brown!hehe Bakit kaya walang purple na tikoy ngayon?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko lang sabihin na da BEST pa rin yung tikoy ng mga PINOY~ yung kulay brown na di na niluluto,. awch Gusto ko talaga nun TT__TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAAAAAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang totoong topic ay ang bagong gupit nga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAkit ako nagpagupit? Kasi nga Chinese New Year, ang kulit. Di ako Chinese ha? =) Matagal ko na plano yun kaya di totoo na nag-away kami ng bf ko o kung sino man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatuwang isipin at alam kong totoo naman na, isa sa mga pamantayan ng mga kalalakihan para sa isang babae ay dapat o sana'y mahaba ang kanilang buhok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sino nga ba ang hindi mabibighani sa isang babae na maayos at may malambot na buhok diba? Hindi na nakapagtataka kung bakit kabi-kabila na lamang ang commercial at bagong produktong lumalabas para lamang sa magandang buhok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nandiyan ang sangkaterbang Conditioner, Shampoo with Conditioner, Leave on, Hair Treatments, Rebond, Relax, Hair Straightening, Hair Spa, Hot Oil, VCO (Virgin Coconut Oil?!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hindi ko alam kung bakit naimbento pa yang VCO na yan. Grabe pag nakakaamoy ako niyan sumasama ang pakiramdam ko. Translation: Deretso sa banyo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT,.. wag din natin kalimutan ang mga magagandang modelo na kung hindi nagpipinta, isang modelong artista, action star, agent, o ang pinaka epektibo sa lahat,... Ang mga dilag na kumakanta na sumasayaw pa! (Alalahanin ang Ja-Boom Twins, Sandara Park?, at mga babaeng nakalimutan ko na ang pangalan) ay wag kalimutan si Kris Aquino = idol yan,. hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitams~ sino nga ba ang di mabibighani diba? Hindi na nakakapagtaka na ang daming mga kababaihan ngayon ang dumederetso sa salon at gumagastos ng malaki para lamang sa shining shimmering splendid hair. Yiheee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inaamin ko din naman na nabighani din ako sa ganun. (Aha) SA katunayan ay, simula ng malapit na akong magtapos sa high school ay, nagpahaba na ako ng buhok. Isipin niyo na lang na, buong buhay ko, simula elementary at halos buong highschool ay  maiksi ang buhok ko, pinakamahaba na ang shoulder length. Hindi rin naman nagtatagal ang ganun dahil iba talaga ang image ko eh. (HAHAHA) Di bagay ang mahaba~ ehem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatlong taon ang nakalipas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo, tatlong taon na din nga pala ang nakalipas, at sa di malamang dahilan ay, humba ang buhok ko, umabot pa ata yun lampas ng rib cage?! hahaha (baka OA lang ako) Di ko lang napansin dahil, wala talaga akong panahon mag-ayos. Ni hindi nga yata ako natuto magpuyod man lamang ng maayos eh? Dahil sa lagi akong late pumasok sa school, wala na kong panahon para magsuklay at patuyuin ang buhok ko pagpasok. Napakanormal na ng linyang,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mahangin ba sa loob &lt;/span&gt;(pede rin sa labas)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katulad na rin ng sinabi ko kanina, matagal ko na ngang balak magpagupit. Yung maayos na gupit ah? Yung maayos para sakin? Kasi naman, Sa di malamang dahilan ay ayaw akong pagupitan ng nanay ko ng maiksi. Puro trim. Samantalang dati, gustong gusto niya ang panlalaki kong gupit. Siguro nakita niya dalaga na ako? kahit di pa?! lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balik tayo sa main issue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagpagupit ako. (oo na nga eh?) At ako lang mag-isa pumunta sa salon. Gusto ko kasing subukan sa Bench Fix. Kahit pa sinabihan na ako na panget daw doon (HOY KYLE) kasi isa lang ang style nila. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EMO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Trim ba? Layer ulit natin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahh eh gusto ko sana maiksi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAyun,. parang nagdalawang isip pa siya eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok naman yata kinalabasan? hehehe Totoo din yung sinabi niya na madami daw magugulat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAs maganda na pakiramdam ko. Mas magaan sa pakiramdam pag maiksi hair,. heheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinabukasan~ ay ang araw na nakakagulat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na-realize ko na ang dami ko pa lang naging kaklase? AS in sobra~ Yun gtipong hihiyaw pa yung iba at isisigaw ang pangalan ko. awch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 ang klase ng reaksyon nila:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bumata ka. Ang cute mo. Ang ganda mo. Bagay sayo. Kamukha mo si Andy Go.  "You look 3 years younger, not 5, 3 only,.hehe " -Ms. Lantin =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga reaksyon ng mga babae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Titingin, Biglang lalayo ng tingin, tapos ibabalik ang tingin, tititigan ka, 10 seconds na ang nakalipas, magbabago ang mukha, after 15 seconds, ngingiti, 20 seconds, tatawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga reaksyon ng mga lalaki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pare-pareho sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ito ang ilan sa mga linya nila,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Nagmukha kang mature"&lt;/span&gt; - kuya David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Nagmukha ka nang tao."&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yuck, emo ka na,.hahaha." &lt;/span&gt;- Kyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Di bagay sayo."&lt;/span&gt; - Jared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Lyra, ikaw ba yan?"&lt;/span&gt; - Yves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Bagong klasmeyt!"&lt;/span&gt; - AC62 na guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at kahit papano may nagustuhan naman yata?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa corridor papadaan,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You look good!" &lt;/span&gt;- kuya Christian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehem... yan ang evidence na mas prefer talaga nila ang long hair na babae,.hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero sa lahat, ang pinakagusto kong reaksyon ay,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinalabit ko sa likod,.. tapos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napatingin, tumungo, parang nag-isip pa. Tapos tumalikod ulit sa akin. TApos ayaw tumingin. Tapos pinigilan ang tawa. Tapos natatawa na mahina lang. Pinipigilan talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasa simbahan kasi kami eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahah~ yan ang gusto kong reaksyon,. totoo lang~ ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinawanan ako amp?! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Bagay naman sayo eh, pero mas bagay yung mahaba."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ ayos na ko sa sagot na yun ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nga pala,. sabi nila,...kamukha ko na daw si Andy ( Sa Coffee Prince) pero siguro nga? kung pumayat lang ako? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero mas kamukha ko daw si 'L' ng Death Note? awooo di sadya yan ah? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ito ang picture ko~ my lovable hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj40sNNe51o/R7azscClvYI/AAAAAAAAAEI/f3k3rb6Eox0/s1600-h/haircut.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj40sNNe51o/R7azscClvYI/AAAAAAAAAEI/f3k3rb6Eox0/s200/haircut.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167515198476893570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj40sNNe51o/R7azI8ClvXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/b5aWPgk7eLQ/s1600-h/1_161100661l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj40sNNe51o/R7azI8ClvXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/b5aWPgk7eLQ/s400/1_161100661l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167514588591537522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May similarity ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WALA NAMAN EH~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAsta ang alam ko,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Gwapo na ko....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWAHAHAHAHAHHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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No need to plagiarize,. There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-8740032219061786395?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/8740032219061786395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=8740032219061786395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/8740032219061786395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/8740032219061786395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2008/02/chinese-new-hair.html' title='Chinese New Hair'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj40sNNe51o/R7azscClvYI/AAAAAAAAAEI/f3k3rb6Eox0/s72-c/haircut.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-8188556936867197540</id><published>2008-01-19T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T01:39:55.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mental Feng Shui</title><content type='html'>This is without a doubt one of the nicest good luck forwards I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;received. Hope it works for you -- and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotus Touts: You have 6 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's some mighty fine advice in these words, even if you're not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;superstitious. This Lotus Touts has been sent to you for good luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the Anthony Robbins organization. It has been sent around the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;world ten times so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not keep this message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lotus Touts must leave your hands in 6 MINUTES. Otherwise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will get a very unpleasant surprise. This is true, even if you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not superstitious, agnostic, or otherwise faith impaired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO. Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their conversational skills will be as important as any other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE. Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR. When you say, 'I love you,' mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE. When you say, 'I'm sorry,' look the person in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX. Be engaged at lea st six months before you get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN. Believe in love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT. Never laugh at anyone's dreams. People who don't have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreams don't have much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINE. Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only way to live life completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN.. In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELEVEN. Don't judge people by their relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWELVE. Talk slowly but think quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIRTEEN! .. When someone asks you a question you don't want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to answer, smile and ask, 'Why do you want to know?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOURTEEN. Remember that great love and great achievements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;involve great risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIFTEEN. Say 'bless you' when you hear someone sneeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIXTEEN. When you lose, don't lose the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVENTEEN. Remember the three R's: Respect for self; Respect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for others; and Responsibility for all your actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHTEEN. Don't let a little dispute injur e a great friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINETEEN. When you realize you've made a mistake, take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;immediate steps to correct it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWENTY. Smile when picking up the phone. The caller will hear it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in your voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWENTY- ONE. Spend some time alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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No need to plagiarize,. There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-8188556936867197540?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/8188556936867197540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=8188556936867197540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/8188556936867197540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/8188556936867197540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2008/01/mental-feng-shui.html' title='Mental Feng Shui'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-190450846562837490</id><published>2007-12-09T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T14:13:45.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Test of Patience</title><content type='html'>I finally managed to play (Phil) Ragnarok Online in Valkyrie server.  The server is quite appealing to me because of the free- to-play. Which means you don't have to load up and spend so much just to play. The best part is that,.. it is PK-enabled (Player Kill) in certain maps. It is very much like my original server URDR. Fortunately, the items you need are readily available in the Cash Seller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So what is the significance of the title? Yeah,. the great window dress in that server comes with great patience from the players. When I mean great it means &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GREEEAAAAAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Why? Firstly, you would waste your time logging in. Why? the sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Failed to connect to the server"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is clearly evident and as of the moment I am tired with the title's BGM (Background Music) TENENENEN TENEN TENENEN TENENENEN TENEN TENENEN TENENE NENEN NENEN.,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would I just enjoy what the server is offering If I couldn't just play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Nakaka walang gana ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A consoling move I've done is when I logged in my BS in URDR,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a pub in the middle of prontera saying,.. " BUY : pet | ung mura lang po sana T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang guess what? My budget is 100K in each pet,.. I don't have  my billions eh? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 5 pets,.. 4 of them are donated. hahaha Binigay na lang sakin diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I earned 2 friends too,.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's even nicer to be in URDR,.. Sayang nga lang konti lang tao,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;// to sum it all up,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DEMAND that  Valkyrie server should be fixed,.. DAMN, that is service right? AND not complying with the right service for the customers is subject to a COURT CASE. ~ damn i'm not kidding,.. NSA LAW YUN TSK TSK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-190450846562837490?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/190450846562837490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=190450846562837490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/190450846562837490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/190450846562837490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2007/12/test-of-patience.html' title='A Test of Patience'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-274103418061177733</id><published>2007-11-07T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T22:39:01.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heart</title><content type='html'>"Tomorrow morning," the surgeon began, "I'll open up your heart..."&lt;br /&gt;"You'll find Jesus there," the boy interrupted.&lt;br /&gt;The surgeon looked up, annoyed "I'll cut your heart open," he continued, to&lt;br /&gt;see how much damage has been done ..."But when you open up my heart, you'll find&lt;br /&gt;Jesus in there," said the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgeon looked to the parents, who sat quietly. "When I see how much damage&lt;br /&gt;has been done, I'll sew your heart and chest back up, and I'll plan what to do&lt;br /&gt;next."; "But you'll find Jesus in my heart. The Bible says He lives there. The&lt;br /&gt;hymns all say He lives there. You'll find Him in my heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgeon had had enough. "I'll tell you what I'll find in your heart. I'll&lt;br /&gt;find damaged muscle, low blood supply, and weakened vessels. And I'll find out&lt;br /&gt;if I can make you well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'll find Jesus there too. He lives there "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgeon left.&lt;br /&gt;The surgeon sat in his office, recording his notes from the surgery,&lt;br /&gt;"...damaged aorta, damaged pulmonary vein, widespread muscle degeneration. No&lt;br /&gt;hope for transplant, no hope for cure. Therapy: painkillers and bed rest.&lt;br /&gt;Prognosis: here he paused, "death within one year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stopped the recorder, but there was more to be said. "Why?" he asked aloud.&lt;br /&gt;"Why did You do this? You've put him here; You've put him in this pain; and&lt;br /&gt;You've cursed him to an early death. Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord answered and said, "The boy, My lamb, was not meant for your flock for&lt;br /&gt;long, for he is a part of My flock , and will forever be. Here, in My flock, he&lt;br /&gt;will feel no pain, and will be comforted as you cannot imagine. His parents&lt;br /&gt;will one day join him here, and they will know peace, and My flock will continue&lt;br /&gt;to grow."&lt;br /&gt;The surgeon's tears were hot, but his anger was hotter. "You created that boy,&lt;br /&gt;and You created that heart. He'll be dead in months. Why?"&lt;br /&gt;The Lord answered, "The boy, My lamb, shall return to My flock, for He has&lt;br /&gt;Done his duty: I did not put My lamb with your flock to lose him, but to&lt;br /&gt;retrieve another lost lamb." YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgeon wept.. The surgeon sat beside the boy's bed; the boy's parents sat&lt;br /&gt;across from him. The boy awoke and whispered , "Did you cut open my heart?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," said the surgeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did you find?" asked the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I found Jesus there," said the surgeon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; Author Unknown - Celebrate Jesus in 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; If you aren't ashamed to do this, please follow the direction listed below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; Jesus said, "If you are ashamed of me, I will be ashamed of you before my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; Father.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; I Am Not Ashamed. Pass this on only if you mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; "Yes, I do Love God. He is my source of existence and Savior. He keeps me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; functioning each and everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; Without Him, I will be nothing .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; Without him, I am nothing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; but with Him I can do all things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; through Christ that strengthens me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; (Phil 4:13)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; This is t he simplest test. If you Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; God, and are not ashamed of all the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; marvelous things he has done for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; Send this to ten people and the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; person who sent it to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; What you feel only matters to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; It's what you do to the ones you love that really matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;___________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; Fifty years from now, it will not matter what kind of car you drove, what kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; of house you lived in, how much you had in your bank account, or what your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; clothes looked like. But the world may be a better place because you were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; important in the life of a child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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No need to plagiarize,. There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-274103418061177733?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/274103418061177733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=274103418061177733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/274103418061177733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/274103418061177733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2007/11/heart.html' title='The Heart'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-3879439342858908071</id><published>2007-10-04T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T11:41:07.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once a Week</title><content type='html'>Yeah~ sobrang wala na akong update~ haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarap din pala buhay walang PC pero sayang ang binabayarang internet connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di bale magagawa din yun,. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary ng mga pangyayari:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nakadalaw din ako sa PUP&lt;br /&gt;2. Nagkikita na kami ng mas madalas ni Chet~ hehehe&lt;br /&gt;3. 3 subjects ko sa isang araw.&lt;br /&gt;4. Business Mathematics 1, Entrepreneurship, Financial Accounting 2, Public Speaking, Applied Project 2, &amp;amp; Systems Analysis and Design ang mga subjects ko.&lt;br /&gt;5. Di na ako nal-late! (2x pa lang,. hahah) Kumusta naman tanghali ang pasok eh.&lt;br /&gt;6. Lagi na akong may kasabay kumain at umuwi. (Danzel, Jared at JAsper)&lt;br /&gt;7. Once a week lang ako makakapag-online. Kasi tinatamad ako.&lt;br /&gt;8. Di pwede ang friendster dito sa school.&lt;br /&gt;9. Nandito ako ngayon sa computer lab ng school.&lt;br /&gt;10. Magsisiba pa ako,. 12PM sa chapel,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buhbye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-3879439342858908071?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/3879439342858908071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=3879439342858908071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/3879439342858908071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/3879439342858908071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2007/10/once-week.html' title='Once a Week'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-4106152399602160429</id><published>2007-10-04T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T11:34:50.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast at Jollibee</title><content type='html'>&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Breakfast at Jollibee's . Please read until the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a good story and is true, please read it all the way through until&lt;br /&gt;the end! (After the story, there are some very interesting facts!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently completed my&lt;br /&gt;college degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last class I had to take was Sociology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish every&lt;br /&gt;human being had been graced with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her last project of the term was called "Smile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their&lt;br /&gt;reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say hello&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so, I thought this would be a piece of cake, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and I&lt;br /&gt;went out to Jollibee's one crisp March morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just our way of sharing special playtime with our son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden&lt;br /&gt;everyone around us began to back away, and then even my husband did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not move an inch... an overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside&lt;br /&gt;of me as I turned to see why they had moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I turned around I smelled a horrible "dirty body" smell, and there&lt;br /&gt;standing behind me were two poor homeless men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was "smiling".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of God's Light as he searched for&lt;br /&gt;acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Good day" as he counted the few coins he had been clutching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend. I&lt;br /&gt;realized the second man was mentally challenged and the blue-eyed gentleman&lt;br /&gt;was his salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held my tears as I stood there with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Coffee is all Miss" because that was all they could afford. (If&lt;br /&gt;they wanted to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buy something.&lt;br /&gt;He just wanted to be warm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I really felt it - the compulsion was so great I almost reached out and&lt;br /&gt;embraced the little man with the blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me, judging my&lt;br /&gt;every action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and asked the young lady behind the cou nter to give me two more&lt;br /&gt;breakfast meals on a separate tray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had chosen as a&lt;br /&gt;resting spot. I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue-eyed&lt;br /&gt;gentleman's cold hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, "I did not do this for you.&lt;br /&gt;God is here working through me to give you hope."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son. When I sat&lt;br /&gt;down my husband smiled at me and said, "That is why God gave you to me,&lt;br /&gt;Honey, to give me hope."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We held hands for a moment and at that time, we knew that only because of&lt;br /&gt;the Grace that we had been given were we able to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not church goers, but we are believers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day showed me the pure Light of God's sweet love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned to college, on the last evening of class, with this story in hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned in "my project" and the instructor read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she looked up at me and said, "Can I share this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She began to read and that is when I knew that we as human beings and being&lt;br /&gt;part of God share this need to heal people and to be healed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my own way I had touched the people at Jollibee's, my husband, son,&lt;br /&gt;instructor, and every soul that shared the classroom on the last night I&lt;br /&gt;spent as a college student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn:&lt;br /&gt;UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love and compassion is sent to each and every person who may read this&lt;br /&gt;and learn how to LOVE PEOPLE AND USE THINGS - NOT LOVE THINGS AND USE PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think this story has touched you in any way, please send this to&lt;br /&gt;everyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an Angel sent to watch over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order for her to work, you must pass this on to the people you want&lt;br /&gt;watched over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Angel wrote:&lt;br /&gt;Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will&lt;br /&gt;leave footprints in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To handle yourself, use your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To handle others, use your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Gives every bird it's food, but He does not throw it into its nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE PLEASE  Keep this going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;// i don't think that this is a chain message~ oh well at least I think it is worth reading,.. =)&lt;br /&gt;by the way,. i didn't copy paste this from friendster (at last),. This is a mail sent by my professor c/o apc mail,. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile daw oh! ^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits: whoever is the woman here~ God Bless~ =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-4106152399602160429?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/4106152399602160429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=4106152399602160429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/4106152399602160429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/4106152399602160429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2007/10/breakfast-at-jollibee.html' title='Breakfast at Jollibee'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-9210110864880586140</id><published>2007-09-09T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T18:20:16.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Term Break</title><content type='html'>Yeah sa wakas at tapos na ang term,. katatapos lang ng finals,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang ngayon ay nanghihinayang pa rin ako kasi hindi ko nagamit leeway sa accounting, lagi akong late + absent sa values, at napakatindi ng procrastination ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang inaalala ko na lang ay ang distribution ng class cards bukas,. Ngayon lang ako nag-alala ng ganito? TSK,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random order ng predictions ko,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga Subjects:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. VALUEED (Values Education)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ AMP,.. values na nga lang,. muntikan pa akong ma- 0.0?  Oo , tama,. ang basa diyan  sa grade na yan ay zero point zero ha?  ang highest ay 4.0~ grades ay, . 4.0, 3.5, 3.0, 2.5, 2.0, 1.5, 1.0, at R as in Repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang value ng Repeat ay 69% pababa.&lt;br /&gt;Nakakakuha ng 0.0 pag excess absences &amp; late, cheating sa major exams, at iba pang klaseng pwedeng gawin ng prof para sabihin na 0 ka o R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay, meron pa palang Withdraw,. ~ pero may time na pwede mg-withdraw,. na pwede pa mabawi ang binayad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balik tayo sa values, ayun,. kinakabahan ako sa grade ko? Ewan ko ba,. sabi kasi ng classmate ko, sabi daw ni ma'am (malamang late ako di ko narinig) Matataas daw mga grades ko , kaya lang nahihila ng palagi akong late. HAHAY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa lang masasabi ko,.. andami ko ng late at absent,.. WAAAAAH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero wala naman akong nami-miss na assignments, seatworks? , quizzes, long tests,. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT~ mabait ak0ng bata noh,. hehehe (di ako maingay sa klase~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grade ko ng midterm: tres&lt;br /&gt;inaasahang grade sa finals: tres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ pareho lang? ahuhuhuhu sana patawarin na mga absent ko,. waaah kundi waaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God help meeeh,. ahuhuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. QUAMET 2  (Quantitative Methods)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Ang subject na mag-iisip talaga,. dito ko naranasan na:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. gumawa ng problema,&lt;br /&gt;2. mandamay ng maraming tao para guluhin ang utak nila dahil sa ginawa kong problema,&lt;br /&gt;3. gumawa ng solusyon at maubos ang oras sa solusyon.&lt;br /&gt;4. makagawa ng solusyon sa problemang hindi ko pa alam kung ano nga ba?!&lt;br /&gt;5. mandamay ulit ng maraming tao para tulungan akong malaman kung ano nga ba talaga ang problema ko.&lt;br /&gt;6. hindi kumain ng lunch dahil sa kaiisip ng problema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, ang ugat nun kasi, pinaulit ang project namin kasi wala daw "unity" ?!! yay oo nga? Magpasa daw kinabukasan hanggang 5PM kundi 0.0 kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAAAAAAAAAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para sa mabilisang kwento: Napasa naman namin yung project at yung part ko doon ay tama naman,. hahaha siguro dapat i-post ko din yun dito noh? Pinaghirapan kong gawin ito weh,. Di ko nga akalain na magagawa ko ito. hahay! Saka naunan kong gawin yung solution bago yang problem,.hahaha Sana masagutan ko pa ito pagdating ng araw,.aweee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TRANSPORTATION MODEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The Gomez- Reyes Corporation has 3 store houses in Las Pinas, Pasig, &amp; Bulacan, each store produces 80, 40, and 30 bags of fertilizer a day.&lt;br /&gt;    The Corp. distributes 50 bags in each of the distributors in Makati, Bicutan and Quezon City.&lt;br /&gt;    Certain transportation costs like toll and gasoline fees based on distance should be considered for the delivery. A liter of gasoline is approximately thirty five pesos (P 35) which can cover the distance of 8 kilometers.&lt;br /&gt;     A fixed rate of toll fee &amp; the distance of travel are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~table to follow na lang~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ to follow na din yung 2 paragraphs ng questions,. naiwala ko yung copy eh hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balik tayo sa subject mismo, yung finals namin,. 10:15 - 12:15,. Open book,. kumusta naman,.hehehe Pero, nako,. inabot pa kami ng 1 PM sa class,. Siguro mage-extend pa kung walang gagamit nung room na yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahay! open book na ang ingay pa din sa room, puro reklamo pa din kay mam,. (mukha lang siya masungit pero, di siya masungit malupit lang, pero mabait talaga siya) Tawa siya ng tawa,. hehe kasi ayun nga ,. nagbibigay siya ng clues na mali ang sagot. Akala mo lang giginhawa ka sa hint na yun? Nako,. eh yung isang problem nga, aabot ng 15 minutes bago masagutan as in bago maisulat ah? tapos mali ka lang pala,.. Di pa kasama yung isang buong yellow pad ang pagsusulatan at magiisip ka pa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natuwa lang ako sa test na yun,. (though di ko pa sure kung pasado ako,.huhu ) Noong nagiingay na mga classmate ko kasi time na di pa sila nakakapagsagot sa last 2 problems,. (Ang ginawa ko  kasi, pagkatapos ko isulat ang pangalan ko sa harap ng answer sheet, sinagutan ko agad yung last 2 problems,.haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, kaya ang linya ni ma'am,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ilang table sa number 4? hehe" (nagbibigay ng maramign numero basta madami daw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ yung ginawa ko 6 ata?! ~ @-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ilang solution sa 5? kayo naman kasi pinapahirapan niyo pa sarili niyo, matatawa kayo kapag nalaman niyo ang sagot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ilan ang solution sa number 5 ha lyra?" (sabay tawang nakakaloko)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Naaalala ko, sabi ko sa kanya noong lumapit siya saken at tinignan ang mga papael ko,&lt;br /&gt;"Maam zero na yan eh , ayoko na lagyan ng isa pang solution pahirapan ko pa sarili ko." ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grade ko noong midterm: dos&lt;br /&gt;inaasahang grade sa finals: dos ulit o mas mataas pa? yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ yeah dos lang ang grade ko, kumusta naman yung nakita ko yung grade ko,. 2 nga,. (ako pinakauna sa listahan ng students) Nakakalungkot, pero ang swerte ko pa pala,. Kasi ang konti na lang namin sa class tapos andami pang "R" ang grade noong midterm,.. nay ko po~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// 2 subjects lang muna,. maya yung 3 maliligo lang ako at magisismba,. hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-9210110864880586140?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/9210110864880586140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=9210110864880586140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/9210110864880586140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/9210110864880586140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2007/09/term-break.html' title='Term Break'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-1078763542896568442</id><published>2007-08-17T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T02:40:34.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marrying a CPA?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;nagkataon lang nakapagbasa nanaman ako ng bulletin board sa friendster at nako! 1st time ko (ulit) mag-post,.. makalipas ang mahabang panahon,.. hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i told my parents that i wanted a&lt;br /&gt;professional woman as my wife, they&lt;br /&gt;got me one; a Certified Public&lt;br /&gt;Accountant. She uses LIFO method while&lt;br /&gt;taking out the refrigerated food. She&lt;br /&gt;thinks i am no good at figure work.&lt;br /&gt;Fine with me, for now she handles the&lt;br /&gt;budget of the house. Initially she&lt;br /&gt;used to send me a bill at the month&lt;br /&gt;end, but when i told her that i am not&lt;br /&gt;her client but her husband, she asks&lt;br /&gt;for the money in advance. The expenses&lt;br /&gt;had been rising steadily over the&lt;br /&gt;months, so one day i snooped into the&lt;br /&gt;papers maintained in a current file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder! She was charging conveyance&lt;br /&gt;and overtime to the house budget. She&lt;br /&gt;is crazy, i tell her but she corrects&lt;br /&gt;me. No my darling, i am the auditor. I&lt;br /&gt;fail to see the light. Every scrap of&lt;br /&gt;the paper in our house is filed. She&lt;br /&gt;tells me as per some Ordinance she&lt;br /&gt;must keep a copy of everything for at&lt;br /&gt;least ten years before destroying it.&lt;br /&gt;I am worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day we had an hour-long&lt;br /&gt;fight. Later, i got to know that she&lt;br /&gt;had charged that hour to a client of&lt;br /&gt;hers, in the time sheet. My time was&lt;br /&gt;put down as unoccupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says that she loves me and i tell&lt;br /&gt;her that i love her too. However, she&lt;br /&gt;never believes me. She says that there&lt;br /&gt;is susceptibility of it being a&lt;br /&gt;misstatement &lt;---. Duh! She wants my&lt;br /&gt;representation on this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year our house accounts got a&lt;br /&gt;qualified opinion. I had not kept the&lt;br /&gt;supporting receipts of my purchases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a long time back my brother's&lt;br /&gt;wedding was to be solemnized. Wedding&lt;br /&gt;cards had been sent. After some time i&lt;br /&gt;started receiving a steady trickle of&lt;br /&gt;letters. I was puzzled until my wife&lt;br /&gt;explained that external evidence was&lt;br /&gt;more reliable. She had called for&lt;br /&gt;confirmations from all those to whom&lt;br /&gt;cards were sent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she cooks, my wife at times does&lt;br /&gt;not go by recipe. Where the recipe&lt;br /&gt;says add half-teaspoon vinegar, one&lt;br /&gt;tsp black salt or one teacup of water,&lt;br /&gt;she ignores them. She says that they&lt;br /&gt;are not material when taken in context&lt;br /&gt;of whole meal being prepared. She is&lt;br /&gt;crazy!!! I tell you. Surprisingly&lt;br /&gt;everybody calls her an auditor,&lt;br /&gt;instead. I checked the dictionary and&lt;br /&gt;it did not state that auditor is a&lt;br /&gt;synonym for crazy. The dictionary must&lt;br /&gt;be outdated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got married she gave me an&lt;br /&gt;Engagement Letter and i said, how&lt;br /&gt;cute - how sweet. Now, she gives it to&lt;br /&gt;me every year saying that her&lt;br /&gt;standards state that it must be sent&lt;br /&gt;anew if there is any indication that i&lt;br /&gt;have misunderstood the objective and&lt;br /&gt;scope of engagement. Huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from sending me the engagement&lt;br /&gt;letter, once again she says i can't&lt;br /&gt;get rid of her just like that. She&lt;br /&gt;says that she has the right of being&lt;br /&gt;heard before i appoint someone else.&lt;br /&gt;It seems i must keep reading one local&lt;br /&gt;and another English newspaper&lt;br /&gt;published and circulated in the&lt;br /&gt;vicinity of our house for more&lt;br /&gt;details. For a minute, i thought that&lt;br /&gt;we had jeopardized our going concern&lt;br /&gt;status. Dare i say so??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am told by one of my female&lt;br /&gt;colleagues who is married to a CPA&lt;br /&gt;that the scenario is even worse when&lt;br /&gt;the guy is a CPA. Apparently he&lt;br /&gt;capitalized the wedding expenses as&lt;br /&gt;preliminary expenses and is writing it&lt;br /&gt;off every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the time he spent dating his wife&lt;br /&gt;before marrying her is still under&lt;br /&gt;consideration for valuation under&lt;br /&gt;SFAS/IAS 38, valuation of intangible&lt;br /&gt;assets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guyz, please think twice.....should&lt;br /&gt;you really marry a CPA? And yes,&lt;br /&gt;please discount it by the appropriate&lt;br /&gt;rate to arrive at the present value of&lt;br /&gt;the risk of doing so!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;//ang kulit,.. hahahah I will be a Certified Public Accountant!  (with God's LOVING GRACE) pero hehehe OA yan,.. katuwaan lang,.. PEACE!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-1078763542896568442?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/1078763542896568442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=1078763542896568442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/1078763542896568442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/1078763542896568442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2007/08/marrying-cpa.html' title='Marrying a CPA?'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-9110552498305648219</id><published>2007-08-13T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T00:10:39.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salty Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;// reposted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salty Coffee: An amazing Love Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He met her at a party. She was so beautiful, many guys were chasing after her, while he was so plain and simple, nobody paid attention to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but to be polite, she consented. They went to a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable,she thought, please, let me go home....suddenly he asked the waiter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody stared at him, How strange! His face turned red, but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked him curiously; why you have salt in your coffee? He replied:"when I was a little boy, I lived near the sea, I like playing in the sea,I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who still live there". While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's his true feelings, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can share his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home,has ties to his home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family. That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They continued to date. She found that he was actually a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful.He was such a good person but she almost missed knowing him!Thanks to his salty coffee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story ended just like every beautiful love story ,the princess married the prince, then they lived happily ever after... And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in it, as she knew that's the way he liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said: "My dearest,please forgive me, I have been lying my whole life. This was the only lie I told you---the salty coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt. It was hard for me to change it,so I just went ahead.I never thought that could be the start of our conversation! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you about anything. Now I'm dying, I'm afraid of nothing so I can tell you the truth: I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste..But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I met you, I don't ever feel sorry for everything I did for you. "Having you with me is the biggest thrill of my whole life. If I can live a second time around, I would still want to know you and have you for the rest of my life,even though I have to drink the salty coffee again".Her tears made the letter totally wet. One day, someone asked her:how did the salty coffee taste? It was very sweet, she replied.Love is not to forget but to forgive, not to see but to understand, not to hear but to listen, not to let go but to HOLD ON !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Status: "Shit Happens." -prof.Barrios *naglilinis ng mga mata*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakatulong ang kwentong ito kahit papano,.hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special thanks kay roxanne at na post ito sa blog ng tropa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm para sa akin,.. kapag pinili mo, panindigan lang. No regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahirap~ pero kaya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung pinili mo nga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-9110552498305648219?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/9110552498305648219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=9110552498305648219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/9110552498305648219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/9110552498305648219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2007/08/salty-love-story.html' title='Salty Love Story'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-1401633264100779651</id><published>2007-08-08T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T20:29:45.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show Me Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S0_jIYVrZwI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S0_jIYVrZwI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allo...&lt;br /&gt;Allo...&lt;br /&gt;Vidish' veter?&lt;br /&gt;Nu I chto?&lt;br /&gt;Posmotri v okno...&lt;br /&gt;Nu I chto?&lt;br /&gt;A vchera bylo solntse...&lt;br /&gt;Nu I chto?&lt;br /&gt;Zachem ty vse vremya govorish' odno I tozhe?&lt;br /&gt;A ya - avtootvetchik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;Translations:&lt;br /&gt;Hello ...&lt;br /&gt;Hello ...&lt;br /&gt;Do you see how windy it is?&lt;br /&gt;So what?&lt;br /&gt;Look out your window ...&lt;br /&gt;So what?&lt;br /&gt;It was so sunny yesterday&lt;br /&gt;So what?&lt;br /&gt;Why are you always saying the same thing?&lt;br /&gt;I'm an answering machine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an accident&lt;br /&gt;Not the kind where sirens sound&lt;br /&gt;Never even noticed&lt;br /&gt;We're suddenly crumbling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how you've never felt&lt;br /&gt;Delicate or innocent&lt;br /&gt;Do you still have doubts that&lt;br /&gt;Us having faith makes any sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me nothing ever counts&lt;br /&gt;Lashing out or breaking down&lt;br /&gt;Still somebody loses 'cause&lt;br /&gt;There's no way to turn around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at your photograph&lt;br /&gt;Everything now in the past&lt;br /&gt;Never felt so lonely I&lt;br /&gt;Wish that you could show me love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me love, show me love, show me love&lt;br /&gt;Show me love, show me love&lt;br /&gt;'Til you open the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me love, show me love, show me love&lt;br /&gt;Show me love, show me love&lt;br /&gt;'Til I'm up off the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me love, show me love, show me love&lt;br /&gt;Show me love, show me love&lt;br /&gt;'Til it's inside my pores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me love, show me love, show me love&lt;br /&gt;Show me love, show me love&lt;br /&gt;'Til I'm screaming for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random acts of mindlessness&lt;br /&gt;Commonplace occurrences&lt;br /&gt;Chances and surprises&lt;br /&gt;Another state of consciousness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me nothing ever counts&lt;br /&gt;Lashing out or breaking down&lt;br /&gt;Still somebody loses 'cause&lt;br /&gt;There's no way to turn around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how you've never felt&lt;br /&gt;Delicate or innocent&lt;br /&gt;Do you still have doubts that&lt;br /&gt;Us having faith makes any sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You play games, I play tricks&lt;br /&gt;Girls and girls, but you're the one&lt;br /&gt;Like a game of pick-up-sticks&lt;br /&gt;Played by Fucking lunatics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me love, show me love, show me love&lt;br /&gt;Show me love, show me love&lt;br /&gt;'Til you open the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me love, show me love, show me love&lt;br /&gt;Show me love, show me love&lt;br /&gt;'Til I'm up off the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me love, show me love, show me love&lt;br /&gt;Show me love, show me love&lt;br /&gt;'Til it's inside my pores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me love, show me love, show me love&lt;br /&gt;Show me love, show me love&lt;br /&gt;'Til I'm screaming for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me love, show me love, give me all that I want&lt;br /&gt;Show me love, show me love, give me all that I want&lt;br /&gt;Show me love, show me love, give me all that I want&lt;br /&gt;Show me love, show me love, 'Til I'm screaming for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mama papa forgive me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Show Me Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: t.A.T.u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music by: S. Galoyan &amp; Co-Author&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics by: M. Kierszenbaum &amp;amp; V. Polienko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;One Sentence:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;They are not lesbians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yeah~ I love this song &amp; I would really love to see this danced &amp;amp; performed on stage,.. ^__^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Not necessarily performed by me~ haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;t.A.T.u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;~ the band who loves repetitions, . . =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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No need to plagiarize,. There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-1401633264100779651?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/1401633264100779651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=1401633264100779651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/1401633264100779651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/1401633264100779651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2007/08/show-me-love.html' title='Show Me Love'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-2911444217313076423</id><published>2007-08-03T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:06:05.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>38 years ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj40sNNe51o/RrLfbv0SKbI/AAAAAAAAADw/vCQOVe_CfFs/s1600-h/comment.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj40sNNe51o/RrLfbv0SKbI/AAAAAAAAADw/vCQOVe_CfFs/s400/comment.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094379796294674866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, . . alam ko namang nakaka-in LOVE ang background ko,. nasabihan pa akong tibo dahil diyan ah! hahaha pero,.. ang isa pang nakakatuwa ay ang,.. ayun,.. AHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang kulit hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 years pa lang po akong nabubuhay,..&lt;br /&gt;@-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-2911444217313076423?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/2911444217313076423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=2911444217313076423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/2911444217313076423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/2911444217313076423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2007/08/38-years-ago.html' title='38 years ago'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj40sNNe51o/RrLfbv0SKbI/AAAAAAAAADw/vCQOVe_CfFs/s72-c/comment.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-2472287527934786619</id><published>2007-08-03T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T01:49:41.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>roughly 2 months</title><content type='html'>Isang eksena:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalalabas lamang ng bahay para magtungo sa kanto para sumakay ng tricycle. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanay ng kaklase ng kapatid ko:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Graduate ka na?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(nakangiting tanong)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;Ako: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Di pa po"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(nakangiseng nahihiyang tugon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;Nanay ng kaklase ng kapatid ko:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Ahh ngw-work ka na."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(self assured na sagot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;Ako:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Di pa din po."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(nakangiting nagtatakang tugon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa pang eksena:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kabababa lang ng tricycle at pasakay na ng jeep, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dispatcher ng Taxi:&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Mam! san po kayo? taxi po! sa ayala"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Ako:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Di po magallanes lang ako"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;___________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para sa hindi magets:&lt;br /&gt;Sa may Jollibee kung saan binababa ang mga sumakay ng tricycle, may terminal ng taxi, at sa bandang kanan mga 10 metro ay ang terminal naman ng fx, patungong ayala, landmark, basta sa Makati. Karaniwan o halos 99% ng mga sumasakay doon ay mga nagtatrabaho sa Makati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano na-gets niyo na?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halos 2 buwan na rin pala akong pumapasok sa panibagong sintang paaraalan. Masasabi kong maganda naman ang lagay ko. Marami-rami akong kaklase. Marami-rami na rin ang bumabati sa akin kapag nakikita ako. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yung nga lang. Di katulad ng aking nakaraang paaralan na ang daming "break time," dito ay hinahabol ko ang oras. Palibhasa kasi di ako nag-aaral sa bahay? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bawal ang late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero late pa rin ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYEEEET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang aga naman kasi dumating ng Prof noh. Ang sisipag pa pumasok. AHAHAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Alam mo napag-usapan ka namin dati, sabi ni Joanna ang galing mo daw, Kasi kahit mag-isa ka lang masaya ka pa din"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ ahuh? ayos lang naman talaga eh,.hehe. Lagi kasi akong madamign "agenda" ewan ko ba. Di maiwasan na lakad ng lakad. awooo. Minsan may kasama akong 2 kaklase, napagod dahil saken,.. hehehhe ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masaya din ang freelancer noh. Nagagawa mo gusto mo. Saka kahit sino pwedeng samahan. Versatility? Di naman ibig sabihin nun wala kang Loyalty diba? hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Status:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sira ang PC ngayon. Ayaw mag-ON. Laptop lang ni daddy ang gamit ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay, .. nasabi ko bang dumating si daddy nung nakaraang sunday? este parang monday ng madaling araw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos lumabas din kami ni Chet nung gabi nun,. awweee~&lt;br /&gt;Ako na taya sa susunod. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naubos ko na yung chocolates ko. Di pa rin ako nakakainom ng mga dinala ni daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag-umpisa na ang henna tatooing na fund raising namin sa subject na Applied Project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang &lt;a href="http://s63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/APPROJ1/?action=view&amp;current=4fc4fcae.flv"&gt;video ni ate &lt;/a&gt;na model nung monday sa booth ng e-games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo nga pala, simula nugn monday maingay sa cafeteria namin. May mga banda, may programs, kabi-kabila ang mga seminars kung saan saan at pumunta ang E-games. ang dami ko ngang posters eh hehehe. Saka installers. aweeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CSIT week kasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagp-patch ako ng "Granado Espada"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na-inlove ako omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anong mas magandang wallpaper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;este sino pala?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://ge.iahgames.com/media/downloads/6/33/The%20Musketeer%201024x768.jpg"&gt;The Musketeer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://ge.iahgames.com/media/downloads/6/33/Adelina%20Esperanza1024x768.jpg"&gt;Adelina Esperanza&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinili ko na yung #2 eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Musta?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;"ito buhay pa! hehe ikaw musta?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hl+3y)&lt;/span&gt; hjvsy+uow y+j!j hddvy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di pa rin na-gets? hahahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-2472287527934786619?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/2472287527934786619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=2472287527934786619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/2472287527934786619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/2472287527934786619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2007/08/roughly-2-months.html' title='roughly 2 months'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-3716944926062627282</id><published>2007-07-16T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T23:05:14.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>33 facts about a guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(Sabi ko na nga ba, . . napapabukas nanaman ako ng friendster bulletin,..tsk tsk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Note: sa mga makakabasa, . . if you are a guy, . . please do comment,.hehe parang yung comment ko?haha pero wag niyo na lang basahin agad reaction ko, . yung mga gray~distraction eh,..thank you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some said that you can never understand&lt;br /&gt;a BOY/GUY unless you listen to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are these facts really true from man's&lt;br /&gt;point of view? are they going to react?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're surely going to read this.&lt;br /&gt;believe it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope this could help the girls to&lt;br /&gt;really understand the guys and for the&lt;br /&gt;guys to help them know themselves more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Guys don't actually look after good-&lt;br /&gt;looking girls. they prefer neat&lt;br /&gt;and presentable girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(EKIS na agad ako dito, good-looking? neat? PRESENTABLE? OMG paano yun ni hindi nga ako nagsusuklay eh, . . huhu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Guys hate flirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(aaahhh, . . ok! ~ano ba yung flirt @-) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.When a guy says he doesn't understand&lt;br /&gt;you, it simply means you're not&lt;br /&gt;thinking the way he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(*thinks* si Chet lang nakakaintindi sa akin eh =P gifted na bata?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Guys may be flirting around all day&lt;br /&gt;but before they go to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;they always think about the girl they&lt;br /&gt;truly care about .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(aahhm , , ayun pala yung flirt ^^; ibig sabihin, nagf-flirt pala ang mga guy pero ayaw nila sa flirt? ehem?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When a guy really likes you, he'll&lt;br /&gt;disregard all your bad&lt;br /&gt;characteristics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(ganun din naman yata mga girls eh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Guys go crazy over a girl's smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(yay! ^____^ ngiti daw,.. /swt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Guys will do anything just to get&lt;br /&gt;the girl's attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(hehe oo nga yata,. daddy ko papansin din daw kay mommy dati eh,.hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When you touch a guy's heart,&lt;br /&gt;there's no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(eh bakit ka naman aatras? ano yun din sigurado sa buhay ? sauce~ eh pano pala kung di naman alam nung girl na na-touch pala niya yung heart?wahaha!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When a girl says "no", a guy hears&lt;br /&gt;it as "try again tomorrow"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(hmm, . . ewan ko, . haha ako madalas,. pag "no" no talaga eh ASAAAA na lang na magkahimala)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You have to tell a guy what you&lt;br /&gt;really want before he gets the&lt;br /&gt;message clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(yay! guy ba ako? shucks~ )&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Guys love their moms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(YEAH! daddy ko,.. *thinks* brother ko, .. *thinks* ~ OO nga noh! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. A guy would sacrifice his money for&lt;br /&gt;lunch just to get you a couple&lt;br /&gt;of roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(awww sana ibinili na lang ng pagkain,.hehe pero,..err,.. ~ ako ulit yung guy,.. omg)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. A guy often thinks about the girl&lt;br /&gt;who likes him. But this doesn't&lt;br /&gt;mean that the guy likes her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(hmm,.. yep yep,. napansin ko nga yun,.haha ah siguro sa side ng girl~ kapag naisip niya yung may gusto sa kanya,.. may potential na magustuhan din niya yun,.. awooo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You can never understand him unless&lt;br /&gt;you listen to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(kahit naman sino eh, . .)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If a guy tells you he loves you&lt;br /&gt;once in a lifetime. He does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(bakit once in a lifetime lang? di ko gets)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Beware. Guys can make gossips&lt;br /&gt;scatter through half of the face of&lt;br /&gt;the earth faster than girls can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I know, . . I know, . . hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Like Eve, girls are guys'&lt;br /&gt;weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(And, . . vice versa X__X girls are weeaaaak)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Guys are very open about&lt;br /&gt;themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(open sila, pero sa piling tao lang,.. =) right? hmm open din naman ako eh wahaha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. It's good to test a guy first&lt;br /&gt;before you believe him. But don't let&lt;br /&gt;him wait that long..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(test a guy,.. *thinks* HA?! ahh wait? HAHAHAHAHAHA wait daw oh, . . WAAAAAAAHH lagi pa amn din akong late,.. ahuhuhu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Guys hate it when their clothes get&lt;br /&gt;dirty. Even a small dot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(ahhh,.. ganun din girls, . . mahirap kasi maglaba., . .)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Guys really admire girls that they&lt;br /&gt;like even if they're not that&lt;br /&gt;much pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(aaaahh, . . siyempre gusto nila eh,.. kahit naman siguro magulang diba? ahihihihi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. If a guy tells you about his&lt;br /&gt;problems, he just needs someone to&lt;br /&gt;listen to him. You don't need to give&lt;br /&gt;advice ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(raaawr,.. di rin naman ako magaling magbigay ng advice eh @_@)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. A usual act that proves that the&lt;br /&gt;guy likes you is when he teases&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(hmm, . . hmmm, . . . depende naman siguro,. pero yay! sabi ngmom ko,.. ganun daw dadi ko,.haha palagi siyang iniinis pa,.awooo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Guys keep secrets that girls tell&lt;br /&gt;them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(oh, . . that's good hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Guys think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(yeah, . . hehe don't tell me mas paranoid sila sa girls? i doubt.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Guys fantasies are unlimited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(oh,.. oo nga,.. ~ sabi ng dadi ko,.hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Girls' height doesn't really matter&lt;br /&gt;to a guy but her weight does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(Oh? haha shucks do I have to care about my weight,.. nah,.. i'm losing wait?! yay! ohh nuuuu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Guys tend to get serious with their&lt;br /&gt;relationship and become too&lt;br /&gt;possessive. So watch out girls!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(aaahh,.. possessive din naman ang girls eh,.. kaya nga may issue pa na nasasakal (daw) mga guys,.. ayay! magpa-possessive na lang kayong 2 para masaya,.. tingnan kung sino mas matindi,.heehehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Guys are more talkative than girls&lt;br /&gt;especially when the topic is&lt;br /&gt;about girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ahh hehe,. &amp; vice versa,.. haha madalas ako makinig sa mga usapan ng mga girls ~ malamang girl ako eh~ ayun marami nga silang nasasabi,.hehehe tungkol din sa guy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. You can truly say that a guy has&lt;br /&gt;good intentions if you see him&lt;br /&gt;praying sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(hmm, . . bakit sometimes lang? awoo everybody prays,.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. If a guy says you're beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;that guy likes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ngee,.. di naman siguro lahat diba?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Guys hate girls who overreact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(WAAAAAAAAH! oh nuuuuuu! Over pa man din Reaction ko?! ~ sabi nila~ WAAAAAH lagot,..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Guys love you more than you love&lt;br /&gt;them IF they are serious in your&lt;br /&gt;relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(ahh, ... ow? ahh, . . kapag serious lang, . . *sighs*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is disturbing,.. pagkabasang-pagkabasa ko ng last line, . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biglang may text message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gud nyt p0! L0ve Y0u!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ omg,.. sinabi ko ng taken na ako eh,. taken po,.. taken,.. /swt~ salamat po,  .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-3716944926062627282?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/3716944926062627282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=3716944926062627282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/3716944926062627282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/3716944926062627282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2007/07/33-facts-about-guy.html' title='33 facts about a guy'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-5793482379690198544</id><published>2007-07-15T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T17:07:55.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realization</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Gusto ko lang manggulo, . .hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Minsan, kahit anong gawin mo, pagsikapan mo man gawin ang lahat, o gawin kahit ang hindi nakalaan para sa iyo, . . Magawa mo man ito ng mabuti, hindi pa rin ito sapat. May kulang at kulang pa rin. May hahanapin at hahanapin pa ring iba. May mali pa rin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tignan na lang natin ang palaging isyu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May isang ina, iniwan ng asawa. Iniwan para alagaan ang mga anak sa kanya. Siya lang mag-isa. Gawin man niya ang lahat para magtrabaho araw at gabi. Magtitiis para hindi mabili ang sariling mga kagustuhan basta di lang magkulang sa mga anak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa kabila ng lahat, at hindi naman din natin masisisi, hahanap-hanapin pa rin ang ama na nang-iwan. Mabuti sana kung hanapin lang diba? Ang masama pa, binabalewala ng mga anak ang nanay dahil lang sa mga kakulangan nito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit kailan hindi maaring maging ama't ina ang isang ina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko alam kung saan ko nakuha yan ah? Basta balikan natin ang unang realization na kulay asul. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*binabasang muli*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit anong gawing pagsusumikap, hindi talaga sapat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TALO pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayroon na akong Divine,  Aghanims, may Aegis na din, talo pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond God-like na nga eh! Pero ganoon pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mag-isa lang kasi ako. Mag-isang pumapatay, mag-isang dumedepensa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa final scores, mas mataas pa ako sa mismong sentinel! Ang laki ng lamang,... pero,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DEFEAT" pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Lina ay Slayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit kailan hindi siya "defender."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHUHUHUHUHHUH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isa pang pang-GULO,. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa buhay natin, hindi sa lahat ng oras ay tama ang kumapit at magtiis. Mabuti sana kung kakapit at magpapakatatag ka dahil ito'y nakakabuti at napapagaan ang buhay. Oo, may mga pagkakataon pang matututo ka dahil doon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit, mas mabuti pang bumitaw kung ito'y nagpapahirap lamang. Tapos ang tanging dahilan sa pagkapit ay ang nakaraang nakasanayan. Nasanay akong ganito tayo. Dapat ganito pa rin hanggang ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero paano kung iba na nga ang lahat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ba tamang tanggapin na lamang kung ano ang ngayon na mas magpapagaan ng loob?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mapapadali ang buhay, . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinagkuhanang sitwasyon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit nga ba nagimbento ng toothbrush na nababasag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literal ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan ay hindi sinasadyan maputol ko ang toothbrush kong bago. Naputol ito sa gitna mismo kaya't parang may nakakabit pa rin sa kanyang maliit na plastic. Ito ay ang nagsisilbing hawakan sa toothbrush na parang rubber. Dahil nga naputol na ito, tila nakatali na lamang ang kalahati ng toothbrush at nakabitin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inisip kong dikitan ito ngunit kailangan ko ng magsipilyo kaya't Ipinagpatuloy ko pa rin ang aking buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahirap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahirap hawakan. Distraction pa sa pagsisipilyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinutol ko na lamang ang rubber na nagdudugtong sa kanila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At itinapon ang kalahati sa inis. (HEHEHE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natira sa akin ang pangsipilyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noong una, nahirapan akong sanayin ang sarili ko sa maliit na sipilyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero ngayon, ayos na, . sanay na rin. Parang gumagamit lang ng travel toothbrush na hindi mo na pinagdugtong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang saya ng buhay. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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No need to plagiarize,. There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-5793482379690198544?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/5793482379690198544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=5793482379690198544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/5793482379690198544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/5793482379690198544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2007/07/realization.html' title='Realization'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-3151384125111305359</id><published>2007-06-23T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T16:56:51.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hulaan Blues</title><content type='html'>note: medyo napapadalas yata ang pagbukas ko ng Bulletin Board sa friendster,..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;subject&lt;/span&gt;: emotion test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;message:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't cheat.&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;Write your answers underneath the&lt;br /&gt;question.&lt;br /&gt;The answers are at the bottom, BUT&lt;br /&gt;don't cheat.&lt;br /&gt;Then repost this for others to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(yeah Right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.Your favorite color out of: red,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black, green, blue, yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; RED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;(black sana eh,pero mas madami akong red na gamit,.hahakaya red na favorite ko,.=P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Your first initial?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. What month were you born in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; MARCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Which color do you like more, black or white?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; BLACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(black pa rin siyempre)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Name one of your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; MAE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(siya una pumasok sa isip ko,.yay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Your favorite number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; 31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;(birthdate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Do you like Flying or Driving more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; FLYING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(matututo din ako mag-drive noh,. pero iba pag natuto ka din lumipad haha ayos!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Do you like a lake or the ocean more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(hanggang dagat kasi ako lagi parang mas masaya kung ocean damign creatures! hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;9. Number 9 is omitted because of the senseless wish chuva~ (yeah~ just like the traditional bulletins)&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you choose:&lt;br /&gt;Red- You are alert and your life is&lt;br /&gt;full of love.&lt;br /&gt;Black - You are conservative and&lt;br /&gt;aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;Green - Your soul is relaxed and you&lt;br /&gt;are laid back.&lt;br /&gt;Blue- You are spontaneous and love&lt;br /&gt;kisses and affection from the ones you&lt;br /&gt;love and give good advice to those who&lt;br /&gt;are down.&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - You are a very happy person..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you're initial is:&lt;br /&gt;A-K You have a lot of love and&lt;br /&gt;friendships in your life.&lt;br /&gt;L-R You try to enjoy your life to the&lt;br /&gt;maximum &amp;amp; your love life is soon to&lt;br /&gt;blossom.&lt;br /&gt;S-Z You like to help others and your&lt;br /&gt;future love life looks very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you were born in:&lt;br /&gt;Jan-Mar: The year will go very well&lt;br /&gt;for you and you will discover that you&lt;br /&gt;fall in love with someone totally&lt;br /&gt;unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April-June: You will have a strong&lt;br /&gt;love relationship that will last&lt;br /&gt;forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July-Sept: You will have a great year&lt;br /&gt;and will experience a major life-&lt;br /&gt;changing experience for the good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct-Dec: Your love life will be great,&lt;br /&gt;and eventually you will find your soul&lt;br /&gt;mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you chose:&lt;br /&gt;Black: Your life will take on a&lt;br /&gt;different direction, it will seem hard&lt;br /&gt;at the time but will be the best thing&lt;br /&gt;for you, and you will be glad for the&lt;br /&gt;change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White: You will have a friend who&lt;br /&gt;completely confides in you and would&lt;br /&gt;do anything for you, but you may not&lt;br /&gt;realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. This person is your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. This is how many true friends you&lt;br /&gt;have in your lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you chose:&lt;br /&gt;Flying: You like adventure.&lt;br /&gt;Driving: You are a laid back person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you chose:&lt;br /&gt;Lake: You are loyal to your friends&lt;br /&gt;and your lover and yourself are very&lt;br /&gt;reserved and not emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocean: You are spontaneous and like to&lt;br /&gt;please people but have many emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9~ wala nah,.. natawa lang taaga ako sa mga result~ tama lahat eh.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarap ng polvoron~ yum! yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-3151384125111305359?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/3151384125111305359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=3151384125111305359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/3151384125111305359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/3151384125111305359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2007/06/hulaan-blues.html' title='Hulaan Blues'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-469915622724247612</id><published>2007-06-23T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T19:47:40.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Math &amp; Accountancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Loading, . . . RANT entry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usual Lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Wow Accounting ka pala, edi ang galing mo sa Math"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ayoko ng Math eh, kaya di ako ng-Accounting"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Lines related or lines that somewhat had the same thought like the speakers there are considered nonetheless. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Ano daw?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, those lines are B U L L S H I T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, If you happened to say or thought that those lines are true, . . then you are, . .  _________ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's elaborate it a little,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st line: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Wow Accounting ka pala, edi ang galing mo sa Math"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ This is the most terrible mistake of freshman AC students. . .  they love math that's why they take up Accountancy. Good Choice? Not Quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ This is also the most common mistake of most people in the Philippines when they heard of Accounting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Accounts? Math!? NaAAH, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll elaborate later,. let's proceed to the next line,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ayoko ng Math eh, kaya di ako ng-Accounting"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I hate trigo, physics, chemistry, geometry, algebra, etc. way back in high school that's why I didn't take accounting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaah,.. You may just want to say,... ~ that's why I didn't take Engineering."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding aside, I love Geometry and Trigonometry. I even did well in Physics. I just love those formulas, formula derivations,.. seeking for the answer,.. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You don't like Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't like Accounting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Math&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solving? Yeah! But I bet, you are pertaining to the complicated math,.. (geometry, trigo, algebra etc. right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT Accounting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never Assume that because you see numbers or values ranging from hundred thousands to millions, then it's the hard math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Operations in Accounting:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Addition &amp; Subtraction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Main operations used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Multiplication &amp; Division&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Rare operations used but still present in very few topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-END-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, We are always provided with calculators and sometimes computer and computer programs just to COMPUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, it's the very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BASIC MATH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even Preschoolers know how to add and subtact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can never say that Accounting is about Math because of those operations. So, plainly reference of Accounting as a strenuous math subject is just PLAIN WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Accounting is not Adding or Subtracting, . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Accounting is knowing what, when, where, and how to Add or what, when, where, and how to Subtract.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;failure to answer &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; those questions will cost you your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I'm a bit exaggerating]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds simple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Accounting&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not Math&lt;/span&gt;, Then what is IT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A N A L Y S I S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then more Analysis, Then even more Analysis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simple example or distinction:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wizards&lt;/span&gt; Versus &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;High Wizards versus Professors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Wizard studies how to cast a spell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Sage studies how a spell is casted, then he manages to cast a spell too&lt;/span&gt;, .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I make it more complicated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line: As long as, you know how to Add, Subtract, Multiply and Divide,. You can basically study Accounting. Provided that you LOVE to THINK and you can afford to be LOVING and HARD-Working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Sharp memory (Long term) is a requirement too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drops dead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additional thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Accounting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Even the dictionary's definition never said that Accounting is about solving mathematical problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accounting as a lay man's term is used if you owe something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are accounted for doing this and that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are accounted this sum of money because of, . ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ did you solve something like the x is a value of y squared,.. or the area or the torque is blah blah blah. ~???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;self-made reminders:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you don't like MASSIVE thinking then don't take this as your major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you are suffering from memory gap or memory loss then don't take accounting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I f you don't like to study anymore after you graduate then don't take this course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you are lazy,.. God forbid don't take this as a major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you love going out, spending time to have fun after classes or weekends, . . better not take Accounting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accounting, like LAW is a demanding Lover~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you like easy work, .. yeah you know what I wanted to say,..&lt;br /&gt;( a single topic missed will cause you a lot of trouble)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 If you love your life, . .I mean your Health,.. just, .. DON'T TAKE ACCOUNTING as your major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( this applies to most of the students or people who studies/studied accounting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be a worthy Accounting student now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now? /omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next question: "Napipilit ba ang PAGMAMAHAL?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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No need to plagiarize,. There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-469915622724247612?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/469915622724247612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=469915622724247612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/469915622724247612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/469915622724247612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2007/06/math-accountancy.html' title='Math &amp; Accountancy'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-3438568945545717924</id><published>2007-06-16T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:06:05.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recorder</title><content type='html'>Pagod ang lalamunan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang gusto kong uminom, . . .  hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang kwento~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumabalik ang alaala ng aking pagtugtog.kung hindi ako nagkakamali, elementary ako noong ako'y pinabili ng guro namin sa "music" ng isang "recorder."  Madali lang naman yun, siyempre di ka naman mababantayan ng teacher mo kung tama ba ang pagtugtog mo eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school ako noong talaga napilitan akong tumugtog. Sino ba namana kasi ang nakaisip na sa flag ceremony, ung lupang hinirang saka yung Alma Mater kailangan pa naming sabayan yung music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At graded daw iyon,. ako naman?! likas na tamad sa buhay,.. [buti na lang at pumasok ako ng maaga,. at ng-practice sa school,.. last minute practice kung tawagin]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatuwa dahil halos na-memorize ko naman yung notes, . . i mean yung kanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottom line: hindi ko pala nakabisado yung mga nota,.. yung kamay ko ang naka-memorize kung ano yung mga nota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noong una kong ninakaw ang recorder na iyon ay,.. Siyempre,.. gusto ko ng tumugtog. =) At,. wala akong maalalang piyesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero natugtog ko yung Ohayou! hahaha (opening theme ng Hunter X Hunter dati)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos natugtog ko din yung isang love song na hindi ko naman alam kung ano yung buong lyrics,.. basta pinatugtog lang samin noong elementary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(kagabi ko lang nalaman na si Elvis Presley pala ang kumanta nun~ lufet ah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May natutunan din pala ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos kinapa ko din yung Lupang Hinirang,.. wahahah di ko rin alam notes noon eh,.. pero yung hand movements alam ko pa,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird yata ako @_____@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanina lang ay isinulat ko na sa papel yung kanta ni Elvis. Kase noong una kong tinugtog yun, naisip ko agad si Chet~ sakto naman nagtext siya at tinatanong kung ano ginagawa ko,.. ayun,.. naisip ko dedicate nga sa kanya! at ni-research ko ang lyrics nung kanta,.. at maganda din pala,..awee,. kakatuwa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ ang haba ng kwento ko~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottomline: Ang hirap isulat ang piyesa sa papel lalo na kung ang nakakaalam lang nito ay ang iyong mga kamay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumust anaman yun,.. grrr,.. grabe pinaulit-ulit ko pa yung pagtugtog para lang malaman kung anong sunod na note~ huhuh tapos pag-iisipan mo pa kung an nga ba yung kamay mo?,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pasensiya na,..~ hahah ito yung papel~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj40sNNe51o/RnPLXVX-8GI/AAAAAAAAADg/7AM5RmvWpoQ/s1600-h/recorder-notes2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj40sNNe51o/RnPLXVX-8GI/AAAAAAAAADg/7AM5RmvWpoQ/s320/recorder-notes2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076624806711849058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang panget ba talga ng sulat ko raawawwwwr,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at para sa akin~ ang recorder po ay laging napagkakamalang flute~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero ang totoo,.. mas mahirap tumugtog sa flute~ lalo na yung bamboo~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yugn flute talaga ~ nakagilid yung mga kamay mo diba? sa recorder, . . nakababa lang,.. ^___^ at mas madali talagang hipan,..wahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kj40sNNe51o/RnPNoFX-8HI/AAAAAAAAADo/fhUV8XqLC2M/s1600-h/recorder2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kj40sNNe51o/RnPNoFX-8HI/AAAAAAAAADo/fhUV8XqLC2M/s320/recorder2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076627293497913458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm~ nasan na nga ba yugn mga piyesa ko dati,.. hay,.. tedious isulat yung mga piyesa na ang nakakaalam lang kamay ah! katamad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-3438568945545717924?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/3438568945545717924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=3438568945545717924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/3438568945545717924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/3438568945545717924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2007/06/recorder.html' title='Recorder'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj40sNNe51o/RnPLXVX-8GI/AAAAAAAAADg/7AM5RmvWpoQ/s72-c/recorder-notes2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-2971244480214262212</id><published>2007-06-16T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T15:50:44.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father &amp; Son (friendster message)</title><content type='html'>Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at the church, the&lt;br /&gt;Pastor and his eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand&lt;br /&gt;out Gospel Tracts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular Sunday afternoon, as it came time for the Pastor and his&lt;br /&gt;son to go to the streets with their tracts, it was very cold outside, as&lt;br /&gt;well as pouring down rain. The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest&lt;br /&gt;clothes and said; "OK dad, I'm ready." His Pastor dad asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ready for what?" "Dad, it's time we gather our tracts together and go&lt;br /&gt;out." Dad responds, "Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring down&lt;br /&gt;rain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking "But Dad, aren't people&lt;br /&gt;still going to Hell, even though it's raining?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad answers, "Son, I am not going out in this weather."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despondently, the boy asks, "Dad, can I go? Please?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His father hesitated for a moment then said, "Son, you can go. Here are&lt;br /&gt;The tracts, be careful son."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks Dad!" And with that, he &gt;&gt;was off and out into the rain. This&lt;br /&gt;eleven year old boy walked the streets of the town going door to door and&lt;br /&gt;handing everybody he met in the street a Gospel Tract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking, bone-chilled wet&lt;br /&gt;and down to his VERY LAST TRACT. He stopped on a corner and looked for&lt;br /&gt;someone to hand a tract to, but the streets were totally deserted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he turned toward the first home he saw and started up the sidewalk to&lt;br /&gt;the front door and rang the door bell. He rang the bell, but nobody&lt;br /&gt;answered. He rang it again and again, but still no one answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He waited but still no answer. Finally, this eleven year old trooper&lt;br /&gt;turned to leave, but something stopped him. Again, he turned to the door&lt;br /&gt;and rang the bell and knocked loudly on the door with his fist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He waited, something holding him there on the front porch. He rang again&lt;br /&gt;and this time the door slowly opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly lady. She softly&lt;br /&gt;asked "What can I do for you son?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world, this little boy said:&lt;br /&gt;"Ma'am, I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but I just want to tell you that&lt;br /&gt;*JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU* and I came to give you my very last Gospel&lt;br /&gt;Tract which will tell you all about JESUS and His great LOVE." With&lt;br /&gt;that, he handed her his last tract and turned to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She called to him as he departed. "Thank you, son! And God Bless You!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the following Sunday morning in church Pastor Dad was in the pulpit.&lt;br /&gt;As the service began, he asked, "Does anybody have testimony or want to&lt;br /&gt;say anything?" Slowly, in the back row of the church, an elderly lady&lt;br /&gt;stood to her feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she began to speak, a look of glorious radiance came from her face, "No&lt;br /&gt;one in this church knows me. I've never been here before. You see, before&lt;br /&gt;last Sunday I was not a Christian. My husband passed on some time ago,&lt;br /&gt;leaving me totally alone in this world. Last Sunday, being a particularly&lt;br /&gt;cold and rainy day, it was even more so in my heart that I came to the end&lt;br /&gt;of the line where I no longer had any hope or will to live. So I took a&lt;br /&gt;rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic of my home. I&lt;br /&gt;fastened the other end of the rope around my neck.. Standing on&lt;br /&gt;that chair, so lonely and brokenhearted I was about to leap off, when&lt;br /&gt;suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs startled me. I&lt;br /&gt;thought, "I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is wi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loosened the rope from my neck and started for the front door, all the&lt;br /&gt;while the bell rang louder and louder. When I opened the door and looked I&lt;br /&gt;could hardly believe my eyes, for there on my front porch was the most&lt;br /&gt;radiant and angelic little boy I had ever seen in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His SMILE, oh, I could never describe it to you! The words that came from&lt;br /&gt;his mouth caused my heart that had long been dead, TO LEAP TO LIFE as he&lt;br /&gt;exclaimed with a cherub-like voice, "*Ma'am, I just came to tell you that&lt;br /&gt;JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU." Then he gave me this Gospel Tract that I now&lt;br /&gt;hold in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the little angel disappeared back out into the cold and rain, I closed&lt;br /&gt; my door and read slowly every word of this Gospel Tract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went up to my attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn't be needing&lt;br /&gt;them any more. You see- "I am now a Happy Child of the KING. Since the&lt;br /&gt;address of your church was on the back of this Gospel Tract; I have come&lt;br /&gt;here to personally say THANK YOU TO God's little angel who came just in&lt;br /&gt;the nick of time and by so doing, spared my soul from eternity in hell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was not a dry eye in the church. And as shouts of praise and honor to THE KING resounded off the very rafters of the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Dad descended from the pulpit to the front pew where the little&lt;br /&gt;angel was seated. He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably no church has had a more glorious moment, and probably this&lt;br /&gt;universe has never seen a Papa that was more filled with love &amp;amp; honor for&lt;br /&gt;his son...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for One. This Father also allowed His Son to go out into a cold and&lt;br /&gt;dark world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He received His Son back with joy unspeakable, and as all of heaven&lt;br /&gt;Shouted praises and honor to The King, the Father sat His beloved Son on a&lt;br /&gt;throne far above all principality and power and every name that is named.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are your eyes for reading this message. Don't let this message&lt;br /&gt;die, read it again and pass it to others. We will meet in heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-2971244480214262212?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/2971244480214262212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=2971244480214262212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/2971244480214262212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/2971244480214262212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2007/06/father-son-friendster-message.html' title='Father &amp; Son (friendster message)'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-844805330255687906</id><published>2007-06-06T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T00:30:32.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Way</title><content type='html'>Ang galing kong bata. [sarcasm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:20 AM ang klase ko, umalis ako ng bahay 9:00! wahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh eh, .. tapos ang traffic pa,.. T_____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ nakita ko ang sarili ko na nagdadasal na lamang na sana maayos ang lahat ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter I- &lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Values Education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; is about behavior, individuals, behavior, behavior, behavior&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(pasensiya na yan lang naalala ko,. isa-isa kasi kaming pina-recite tapos paulit-ulit yan,..@__@)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:30~ takbo, . . bilis,. san? 2nd floor~ awooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bakit kailangan pa pala inspection ang bag? ayos ah?! parang mall,.hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paakyat ako ng hagdaanan at nakita ko na ang 2nd floor,.. may babae akong nakita medyo may edad na pero di naman mukhang gurang [nyay] at papunta sa kaliwa,.. sinilip ang isang room, .. at nakita kong iyon din pala ang room ko,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;binuksan niya ang pinto,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at bago pa man itong kusang sumara ay nakasingit na ako!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[eksperto na yata ako sa pagpuslit dahil late?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at bago pa man nakaharap ang prof para tignan ang mga estudyante niya matapos niyang ilapag sa lamesa ang mga gamit niya ay, . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakaupo na po ako na tila kampanteng-kampante as pangalawang row pangalawang column din,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[oh diba may bakante pa talaga para saken wahahah! dapat dun ako sa mismong malapit sa pinto kaya lang baka mahalata ni ma'am na kapapasok ko lang]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anime nanaman kaya ako nun? feel ko nakanganga pa ako eh,.. wahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Martin - di ko pa alam ang surname,.hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guidance counselor yata siya? oo siya nga,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awooo,.. discuss niya syllabus, at ang importance ng attendance,.. hehehe (at late,..WAAAH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alphabetically arranged~ gets niyo na yan,.. at,.. ang napakaswerte talaga, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doon ako nakaupo sa tabi mismo ng pinto,.. sa may entrance,..hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/EDIT/ inaantok lang ako,..haha tinatamad na akong mag-type ,.. coming soon na lang chapters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2: Operations Research- "bakit kaya ang daming "Repeat" sa subject na ito?! wah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Marivic Aesquivel-Kipte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is-send daw through email ang syllabus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 3: Jolly Loner "Masama ang araw-araw na fast food diba? OMG"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 4: The first Landing, . .  sa Library  "Shucks, ako ba ito? ganito yata talaga kapag irreg,.sarili mo lang iniintindi mo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 5: Financial Accounting 1 ". . .. . Oh well anyway, you're pretty" ; "You're so white, . . "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Dr. Ana Belen Cruz- Lontin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 6: Cafeteria,  ..  invasion, . .  awooo ~TUNGANGA MODE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 7: Applied Project "The Lady in Green"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"13 ba o 16 daw kami sa klase? 6 lang pala kaming pumasok ngayon?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Elsa T. Borja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"1st time ko magkaroon ng 6-7:30 na class eh, masyadong gabi nah! baka ma-rape ako,.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ay ayos lang pala saken ma-rape ,.. eh kayo kaya?" 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No need to plagiarize,. There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-844805330255687906?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/844805330255687906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=844805330255687906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/844805330255687906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/844805330255687906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2007/06/one-way.html' title='One Way'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-5385237215653089705</id><published>2007-06-05T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T20:07:00.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freshman = kuno</title><content type='html'>papasok ako papasok ako sa school!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bukaaaas,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa APC ako papasok,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indeeeee,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayyy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes?!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kumusta naman yung dress code diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yung at least 1 1/2 inches ang takong ng sapatos!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(mami-miss ko ang mga chucks namin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yung monday and tuesday - skirt suit only ang attire?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos wed- thurs bawal jeans skirt/ slacks lang?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{pampagaan ng loob ang slacks na yan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh pano naman ako makikipaghabulan sa jeep niyan ah?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At pano naman yung mga pasa kong tinubuan ng binti!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in short,.. mukhang galing ako sa hazing,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ipapaliwanag ko na lang sa ibang post,.. draft draft muna haha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ,.. anong section ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secret!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ito sasabihin ko nah,..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m-w-f&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:20-10:30 - BM72 (Business Management yata)&lt;br /&gt;10:40-11:50 CM01 (Computer management?! wahaha)&lt;br /&gt;2:00-4:30 -AC62 (e2 sure ako,. Accounting!)&lt;br /&gt;6:00-7:10 EM61/MI61 (management information yata)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t-th&lt;br /&gt;1:30-3:15 CNE71 (computer? n**** ewan!? nyahaha)&lt;br /&gt;3:30-5:15 ECE31/ ECE41 (eto Engineering oh! haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayan po mga section ko,. ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck~ marami siguro akong mam-meet na bagong Dota mates~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahihihihih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana turuan niyo akong maglaro ng dota,..^___^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-5385237215653089705?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/5385237215653089705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=5385237215653089705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/5385237215653089705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/5385237215653089705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2007/06/freshman-kuno.html' title='Freshman = kuno'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-4508019362343395564</id><published>2007-06-01T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:06:06.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#37 Lucky or Not?</title><content type='html'>Umpisa na ng, . . "rainy days", . . wahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;. . . . . .. .madalas na umiyak ang langit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dapat daw masaya,. . [buhay naman ako eh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahit pupunta nanaman ako sa school para makibalita lang sa transcript ko na walang kasiguraduhan, . . [akala niyo ba mura lang pamasahe ko?!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang black shirt ay nakakapayat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel ko lang magsuot ng dark ngayon kasi medyo makulimlim naman,. ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hapon na ako nakarating sa school (3:30PM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may training kasi noong umaga, ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;magkikita kami ni Gie [ibabalik niya yung UPCAT reviewer ko saka yun Economics ko na rin]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakapayat nga yata ang black shirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN-LAB daw ako?! WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kung alam niyo lang,.. ang tindi nanaman ng injury ko dahil sa TKD kanina,.wahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayy,.. sasamahan ulit ako ni Chet,.^^;; wala lang daw?! nyay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resibo lang pala kailangan, . . di na ako sinusungitan ah? wahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babae na ayaw magpakialla pero siya ang assigned sa Accountancy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Kaya mo bang hintayin ito kahit anong oras?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(nods)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Ikaw ah,. yung nanay mo apat na beses tumawag dito kahapon!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Sundin mo nanay mo, mag-aral ka ng mabuti ha,."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Sige tatawagin na lang kita diyan sa labas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dgauiwghaeugalkdgnaoeighaeohadfgnaifgahugfahidgkdaheghaiughaeoghaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano daw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late reaction nanaman ako eh,.. wahahahah makukuha ko na daw transcript ko saka yung certification mamaya!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang sayaaaa~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 2 hours~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@___@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kanina pa kami nagk-kwentuhan ni Chet dito sa labas ah,. puro DOTA rin,.wahehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa wakas at lumabas din si ma'am at check na lang daw maya-maya dun sa releasing window,.. ^___^ kumain daw muna kami, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spicy yung burger,..ahhhmm,.. hehe sarap,.. =P Gaya-gaya ulit si Chet na mahilig sa maanghang eh,.. tugsh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Window 1- WAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yung pinaghirapan ko? shucks at yung binalik-balikan ko, . hawak ko na,.. omg,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Chet nga pala lagi kong kasama nun,. kahit yung una pa lang ma-release yung transcript ko na ang daming anomalya sa buhay,.. wahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahahahahahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahahhahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 2 mins, . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, . .  ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emo emo emo emo, . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nandito na transcript ko, . . pwede na ako mag-enroll sa APC diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chet: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Babalik ka pa ba dito? ay, baka hindi na, . ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umaambon na pala, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ay umuulan nah? kanina nung kumakain tayo umaambon eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ly:&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"doon tayo doon! di pa ako nakakapunta doon eh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa may tower na may ilaw na star(symbol ng PUP) na may mukha ni Apolinario Mabini sa baba yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chet: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Walang ganyan sa APC"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uuwi na ko, .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At bakit nga ba biglang lumakas ang ulan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At traffic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At sira ang tulay kaya iikot ang jeep [mas matagal ang biyahe]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ang tanging kanta na pinatugtog sa jeep ay, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"You're my Inspiration"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at ayoko pang sumakay ng LRT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at naiyak na po ako, ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at ang chuchu ko talaga,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at ngayong ayos na ako [hindi na emo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ly: Ayos ka lang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chet:&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; ". . . . "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at bakit may kumanta ng &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Basta't kasama kita"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF~ panira,.. wahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumakay na rin ako ng LRT~(pagkalipas ng 10 train) hehe ako papuntang EDSA ,.. si Chet sa Tayuman,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yung Eco book ko pala nasa bag pa niya,.. waaaaah balik balik,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ito nah,.. auna na akong sasakay ng train,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaya-gaya ka talaga, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakahiya oh, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[pinupunasan niya ang kanyang mukha at mga mata]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaya-gaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di na kita marinig,.. nasa kabilang side ka eh, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMO EMO EMO buong gabi~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Kelan ulit tayo magkikita?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Ewan, . . "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagkalipas ng ilang araw, .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa APC~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah eh,.. subject description daw, . . ayun kaya pupunta ulit ako sa PUP, . haay, ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kumusta naman yun,.. P50 pala per subject!? waaah! tapos pwede na daw pala akong mag-test sa APC,.. yay,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes lang siguro ako dun, . . 12 mins doon kasama ko si Chet at hinatid din niya ako sa sakayan pauwi,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emo ako nun,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si mommy kasi eh, . . haay, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Pirates,.. kahapon,  . chuchu si Vince,..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McFloat and Fries take out sa may rotonda,..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fries nanaman?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagpalit lang po ako ng damit at sabay alis ulit papuntang APC,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagtest ako,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinasa ko yugn papel after 50 mins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 5 mins yata,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err, . . .  ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakuha ko na yung letter,. . tugsh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pumasa daw ako kaya mg-submit na ako ng requirements,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parang lokohan lang ah? uber bilis, . . . @___@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makalipas ang ilang araw, .  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailangan ko pa rin pa lang mag  request ng subject description,, . .  at bumalik ult ako sa PUP,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakita ko rin ang iba kong ka-tropa,..^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaya-gaya ka nanaman ng kulay ng damit Cheeeeeeeet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tae si Sylvester niloko ako,. sabi niya sa Ilocos na siya mag-aaral,../pif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si Roxy~ ayun sexy pa rin~ hehehe ang ikli nga lang ng buhok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si Ronnie isa pang tae yun ang payat ammffz, . . mas mataba pa ko,..wahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si paul at kim nakita ko lang sa baba nakapila sa cashier,. nasa 2nd floor kasi ako, ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si baby curl~  nagpakulot,.. waaaaw,.. ganda, . . ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ako? cartoons / anime pa rin daw,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@____@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at yehey! nakakuha na ako ng Good Moral,.. basta magbayad ng P50!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yung subj description? 2 months daw?! ano yan transcript? WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang lakas ng ulan, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uuwi na kami, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sina Vester, Rox, Roni,. papuntang Cubao, ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sina Curl at ang kasama niyang si Paul [di namin katropa] ay papuntang Boni, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boni rin ako dati pero mas nasanay na akogn sumakay ng jeep papuntang Cubao pero baba San Sebastian,.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang lakas ng ulan, . matagal ulit ang bihaye papuntang LRT,..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast forward, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di na kami EMO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero nakakalungkot pa rin isipin na hindi namin alam kung kailan kami ulit magkikita , . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naisipan kong kumain sa ChowKing~,.. yung katabi ng Chop suey?! kung ano man yun! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh eeeeeeeehhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhhhhheeeeeeee waaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carrots, string beans, tofu,.. ~ yan lang yung naalala kong gulay! yung iba,.. hindi ko alam kung ano,..??! sige kain na lang! wahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naisipan ko mag-take out ng Chicharap at bumili na rin ako ng Fortune Cookie~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa jeep na-stranded pa ako,.hahaha nakakwentuhan ko pa si ate Ciara,. at gutom na siya,. hay nako,.. buhay nga naman,.hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit/ ang tagal na palang naka-draft ng post na ito nakalimutan ko na mga detalye..huhuhu,. //&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero sasabihin ko na rin kung bakit #37 ang title nitong entry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ito ang resibo ko sa Chowking~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_______________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yum yum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj40sNNe51o/Rl-5uTMXLPI/AAAAAAAAADY/iogR6JwQGHY/s1600-h/receipt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj40sNNe51o/Rl-5uTMXLPI/AAAAAAAAADY/iogR6JwQGHY/s320/receipt.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070975910519713010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-4508019362343395564?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/4508019362343395564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=4508019362343395564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/4508019362343395564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/4508019362343395564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2007/06/37-lucky-or-not.html' title='#37 Lucky or Not?'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj40sNNe51o/Rl-5uTMXLPI/AAAAAAAAADY/iogR6JwQGHY/s72-c/receipt.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-7131381398669986008</id><published>2007-05-28T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T17:28:14.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fears &amp; Hates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Note: This post may be quite emo for some but if you'll read carefully you'd find out that not all  topics or concerns about love are always EMO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Justifications:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;1. I'm not an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; because I deal with life, death and future problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;2. I don't cut myself and blame God or the world because of those problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;3. I feel sad, I cry and I curse but I don't overdo it up to the extend that individuals without concern would be part of my hysteria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;4. I make sure that I cry at a maximum of 5 minutes only. (So far, I'm at the average of 3 minutes by myself and 2 minutes if somebody is with me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;5. I think about solutions. I'm pessimistic but I still continue my life. NO suicidal tendencies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;So, If you are somebody who curses people who LOVE and label them as EMOs, . . Shut the Fuck up and close this window.  I know you're an emo my dear, .  You're just denying it. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the last paragraph is EMO~ *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have to answer those stereotyped questions and false assumptions about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're talking about love? I'm not experienced about that, but then, .  I can clearly prove that the love you are talking about is fairly shallow than you expected. Talking about love? Blaming me because of your love?  Tell me if your love is the same as what am I thinking. [I got no experience]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Ayaw mo akong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maging bf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;[manligaw] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;kasi natatakot ka masaktan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Oh come on. I'm not afraid of getting hurt. I'm afraid of hurting you. You see, you are my friend. I appreciate the things you gave me, the time you spent for me, the care you showed me. You know what? I like you too! Sadly, I didn't see the patience in you. You're talking about courting me? I don't allow suitors. I never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Ano ba priorities mo? (pag-aaral po) Eh kung pagb-boyfriend lang ang aatupagin mo edi huwag ka na mag-aral. Kung nandito dadi mo at ganyan gagawin mo tigil ka sige!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ What is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;? Literal po na lalaking friend ah! Ni ayaw mo nga na may kaibigan akong guy eh. Kahit hawak ko lang cell phone ko, sasabihin mo agad na text ako ng text, . kahit wala akong load? Kahit mahawakan ko lang telepono natin, . . sasabihin mo agad telebabad, . . blah blah,. . gusto mo talaga ako maging tibo. yep, natuto na akong maging tibo. Wala na akong nagugustuhang lalaki. Masaya na ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo nga pala, kagaya ba ako ng ibang tao ng iba na kapag ng-bf wala ng inintindi kundi ang bf? Ganun na lang ba ang tingin mo sa akin? Natatakot ka na magaya ako sayo? Sa pagbabawal mo, . . baka mangyari pa nga, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko lang na, . . papipiliin ako between education and bf, . . dahil obvious naman kung ano ang pipiliin ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****Ngayon lang ako nagdesisyon sa sarili ko, . . sana tulungan niyo na lang ako, . . alam ko naman na para din sa ikabubuti ko ang ginagawa niyo eh,.. Gagawin ko naman eh,.. pagsisikapan ko nah,.. Sana suportahan niyo lang din ako, . . mas kailangan ko kayo ngayon,.. sana maging reasonable naman ang pagbabawal*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Don't accuse me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I know I did something terrible in the past but please just don't accuse me of false assumptions. My reaction is quite different from literally seeing blood but I can't help but to burst into anger because of false accusations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't accuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't assume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit/ the same as the previous succeding post,. napakatagal ng naka-draft nito,. //&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-7131381398669986008?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/7131381398669986008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=7131381398669986008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/7131381398669986008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/7131381398669986008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2007/05/fears-hates.html' title='Fears &amp; Hates'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-6792768722624521744</id><published>2007-05-14T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T01:46:53.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break</title><content type='html'>I'm taking a break, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need this to overcome my hiatus @__@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(thanks kuya Mikey and ate Selene)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this~ I'll make sure to get things done,.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to do?! wahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Marathon Reading&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;a href="http://ragnaboards.levelupgames.ph/index.php?showtopic=2326"&gt;One Who Waits I&lt;/a&gt; &amp; probably &lt;a href="http://ragnaboards.levelupgames.ph/index.php?showtopic=19649"&gt;One Who Waits II&lt;/a&gt; - uulitin ko talaga wahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Study Sparring&lt;/span&gt; Tips / Guides - kailangan eh, .  this is the first step to my dream! wahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa mga nab-boring?! maari kayong mag-basa, . . hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ito ang mga kwentong di kayo mabibitin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One-shot,.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/1871726/1/"&gt;Four Seasons&lt;/a&gt; by redkinoko&lt;br /&gt;~ hay, isa ito sa pinaka favorite ko, mild lang pero ang lakas ng impact,. panoorin niyo na rin ang &lt;a href="http://cc.domaindlx.com/redkinoko/new2.html"&gt;Prequel&lt;/a&gt;. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 &lt;a href="http://ragnaboards.levelupgames.ph/index.php?showtopic=4274"&gt;The Red Haired Terror&lt;/a&gt; by Nerva al'Thor&lt;br /&gt;~ malupit, .  sobra,. astig at andami ring matututunan, . hehe Nagustuhan ko mga Mage dahil dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://ragnaboards.levelupgames.ph/index.php?showtopic=28570"&gt;The Princess And The Garden&lt;/a&gt; by redkinoko&lt;br /&gt;~ simple lang pero nakakaiyak, .. hay~ di naman talaga ako emotional na tao eh?!haay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://ragnaboards.levelupgames.ph/index.php?showtopic=4257"&gt;A Girl's Diary&lt;/a&gt; by redkinoko&lt;br /&gt;~ di naman puro si kuya red diba? wahehe plug ko lang ito~ kasi, . ginamit name ko para sa bida,.. :wub: siguro nga ito na rin ang diary ko? waaah masama mag-joke! omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa mga masisipag naman mag-basa~ haha at kaya ang series, . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://ragnaboards.levelupgames.ph/index.php?showtopic=166"&gt;Wanted: Full-Support Priestess&lt;/a&gt; by redkinoko &lt;br /&gt;~ English, love story w/ action, ragnarok meets reality ang style,.hehe Panoorin niyo na lang yung &lt;a href="http://cc.domaindlx.com/redkinoko/fs.html"&gt;Opening Video&lt;/a&gt; para may idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://pritongkandule2.tk/"&gt;Ang Alamat ni Pritong Kandule&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Tagalog, comedy w/ action? WAHAHA di ko maipaliwanag. Mahaba ito pero sulit naman! Natuto ako magmura dahil sa fic na ito. /swt NinooonG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://ragnaboards.levelupgames.ph/index.php?showtopic=1500"&gt;Chiksilog Confessions&lt;/a&gt; by T'wolf&lt;br /&gt;~ Tagalog, love story, konti lang part ng ragnarok, pwede na ring sabihin na nangyayari ito sa totoong buhay. Grabe naiyak ako sa fic na ito. Chiksilog~ ako ay nahulog, nilinlang niloko~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://ragnaboards.levelupgames.ph/index.php?showtopic=8387"&gt;Imposible&lt;/a&gt; by imperfect&lt;br /&gt;~ Tagalog, umpisa na ito ng love story, . . at maraming matututunan, . . =) know more  about girls~ why are they mean, . . etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2772532/1/"&gt;Second Glance&lt;/a&gt; by Rien-chan&lt;br /&gt;~ English, Assasin and Priestess love story plus all the conflicts~ hehe mild read, medyo lime lang? or, . .is it just me?!! @__@ heheh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para sa mga gusto pang mag-basa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marami pong link dito sa left, . . haha o kaya manood kayo ng video? tugsh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang masasabi ko lang, . Do something productive ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao! ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;balik na si lyra sa pag-babasa~ =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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No need to plagiarize,. There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-6792768722624521744?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/6792768722624521744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=6792768722624521744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/6792768722624521744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/6792768722624521744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2007/05/break.html' title='Break'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-1119521951090942496</id><published>2007-05-10T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:06:06.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friendster comment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj40sNNe51o/RkNCF5PchfI/AAAAAAAAADI/ttWt76pu7jg/s1600-h/28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj40sNNe51o/RkNCF5PchfI/AAAAAAAAADI/ttWt76pu7jg/s320/28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062963075126953458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent this as a comment in friendster along with the lines,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"ayos ang profile ah tol,. mahilig sa brown,.hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ingat ka lagi! salamat sa lahat, .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;/gg"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gumaya nanaman,  .. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he sent me a comment w/ the same image with these lines, ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"mis na po kita~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;salamat po sa lahat~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ingat ka po lagi!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later that day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had our usual early morning chat,&lt;br /&gt;and then he sent me this file:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/thwithyou.gif" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just shed some tears, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY THAT IS SO &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EMO&lt;/span&gt;OO, .. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;CUT IT OUT LYRA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottomline:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-1119521951090942496?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/1119521951090942496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=1119521951090942496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/1119521951090942496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/1119521951090942496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2007/05/friendster-comment.html' title='friendster comment'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj40sNNe51o/RkNCF5PchfI/AAAAAAAAADI/ttWt76pu7jg/s72-c/28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-1560838274132966309</id><published>2007-05-02T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:52:24.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friendster bulletin = CHAOS @_@</title><content type='html'>I have to admit, .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naging adik din ako sa friendster bulletin na yan, . lalo na sa surveys (typical girl) pero hindi rin nagtagal yun. Naisip ko din naman na ano ba pakialam sa akin ng ibang tao noh? at saka, . Mas kinarir ko na kasi ang paglalaro ng ragnarok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko rin alam kung bakit mayroon pa ring mga chain messages, . . Panira lang madalas sa magagandang posts, . . kasi daw blahblah may mamatay, may lalabas na mumu,  mamalasin ka sa pag-ibig,  matutulungan daw nito si ganito,.. at marami pang iba, . huh? pano kaya iyon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero siguro nga mas matino na yun kumpara sa mga bulletin posts na magmumura lang diba? haaay nako, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit nga ba may friendster bulletin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para mas simple, . . para saan ba ang bulletin board?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSK, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gets? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the relevant articles I found aside from the relevant announcements a few of my friends posted. I just made up the title, . haha and BTW, . .WILL YOU STOP CURSING?! ~ flood ka sa bulletin ko oh, . ./pif (kung sino ka man, . . tsk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Title:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Love VS Like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Posted by: &lt;/span&gt;Jane Paula Angelo - high school classmate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know the difference between&lt;br /&gt;"somebody you Love" and "somebody you Like"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of the person you like, your heart beats faster.&lt;br /&gt;But in front of the person you love, you get happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of the person you love, winter seems like spring.&lt;br /&gt;But in front of the person you like, winter is just beautiful winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look into the eyes of the one you like, you blush.&lt;br /&gt;But if you look into the eyes of the one you love, you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of the person you like, you can't say everything on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;But in front of the person you love, you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of the person you like, you tend to get shy.&lt;br /&gt;But in front of the person you love, you can show your own self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't look straight into the eyes of the one you like.&lt;br /&gt;But you can always smile into the eyes of the one you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the one you love is crying, you cry with them.&lt;br /&gt;But when the one you like is crying, you end up comforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of love starts from the eye&lt;br /&gt;But the feeling of like starts from the ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you stop liking a person you used to like,&lt;br /&gt;all you need to do is cover your ears.&lt;br /&gt;But if you try to close your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;love turns into a drop of tear and remains in your heart forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope the person you are with right now&lt;br /&gt;is the one you LOVE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Reaction: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;HOLY!~ tsk, . i told yah, .  tama talaga yung walang standards, . tama lang na wala akong gusto (i mean particular traits) alam mo bang lahat yan tumama?? kaya, . . wag ka na po mg-doubt saken,.. masakit eh, .. sobra, . . =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Title:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;The Tree, The Leaf and The Wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Posted by:&lt;/span&gt; Roxanne Bido - College classmate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People call me "Tree" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had dated 5 girls when I was in Pre-U.&lt;br /&gt;There's one girl who I love a lot but never dared to go after.&lt;br /&gt;She didn't have a pretty face, or good figure, nor an outstanding charm.&lt;br /&gt;She was just an ordinary girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked her. I really liked her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked her innocence, her frankness, her intelligence and her fragility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason for not going after her was because&lt;br /&gt;I felt somebody so ordinary like her was not a good match for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also afraid that after we were together,&lt;br /&gt;all the feelings would vanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also afraid other's gossip would hurt her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that if she were my girl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she'd be mine ultimately and&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have to give up everything just for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last reason,&lt;br /&gt;made her accompanying me for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She watched me chase other girls, and&lt;br /&gt;I have made her heart cry for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a good actress and&lt;br /&gt;me a demanding director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I kissed my 2nd girlfriend,&lt;br /&gt;she bumped into us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was embarrassed but smiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and said, "Go on!" before running off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day,&lt;br /&gt;her eyes were swollen like a walnut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to know what caused her to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day,&lt;br /&gt;I returned from soccer training to get something and&lt;br /&gt;watched her cry in the classroom for an hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 4th girlfriend didn't like her.&lt;br /&gt;There was once when both of them quarreled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that based on her character,&lt;br /&gt;she's not the type that will start off the quarrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still sided my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouted at her and ignored her feelings&lt;br /&gt;then walked off with my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, she was laughing and joking&lt;br /&gt;with me like nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she was hurt but she didn't know&lt;br /&gt;deep down inside I was hurt too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I broke up with my 5th girlfriend,&lt;br /&gt;I asked her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her I had something to tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her about my breakup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally,&lt;br /&gt;she has something to tell me too,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about her getting together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew who the guy was.&lt;br /&gt;His pursuit for her had been the talk of the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't show her my heartache,&lt;br /&gt;just smiles and best wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I reached home,&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears rolled and I broke down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have I seen her cry for&lt;br /&gt;the man who didn't acknowledge her presence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During graduation,&lt;br /&gt;I received a text message from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Leaf's departure is because of Wind's pursuit.&lt;br /&gt;Or because the Tree didn't ask her to stay ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LEAF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People call me "Leaf".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the 3 years of Pre-U,&lt;br /&gt;I was onvery close terms with a guy as buddy kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when he had his 1st girlfriend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a feeling I never should've learned - jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;Sourness to the extreme limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were only together for 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they broke up,&lt;br /&gt;I hid my happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after a month,&lt;br /&gt;he got together with another girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked him and I know he liked me.&lt;br /&gt;But why won't he pursue me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he really loves me,&lt;br /&gt;why didn't he make the first move?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever he had a new girlfriend,&lt;br /&gt;my heart would hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to suspect that this was one sided love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he didn't like me,&lt;br /&gt;why did he treat me so well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's beyond what you will normally do for a friend.&lt;br /&gt;I know his likes, his habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But his feelings towards me&lt;br /&gt;I can never figure out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't expect from a girl like me to ask him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite that,&lt;br /&gt;I still wanted to be by his side.&lt;br /&gt;Care for him, accompany him, love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that one day,&lt;br /&gt;he will come to love me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;I wondered if I should continue waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain, the dilemma accompanied me for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of my 3rd year,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a juniorpursues me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's like the cool and gentle wind,&lt;br /&gt;trying to blow off a leaf from a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end,&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I wanted to give this wind&lt;br /&gt;a small footing in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the wind will bring the leaf&lt;br /&gt;to a better land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally leaf left the tree,&lt;br /&gt;but the tree only smiled and&lt;br /&gt;didn't ask the leaf to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Leaf's departure is because of Wind's pursuit.&lt;br /&gt;Or because the Tree didn't ask her to stay..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WIND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People call me "Wind".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I like a girl called "Leaf".&lt;br /&gt;Because she's so dependent on the tree&lt;br /&gt;so I have to be a gust wind,&lt;br /&gt;a wind that will blow her away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first met her,&lt;br /&gt;it was 1 month after I transfer to the new school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a petite person looking at my&lt;br /&gt;seniors and me playing soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During ECA time,&lt;br /&gt;she will always be sitting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it alone or with her friends,&lt;br /&gt;looking at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he talks with girls,&lt;br /&gt;there's jealousy in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he looked at her,&lt;br /&gt;there's a smile in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at her became my habit.&lt;br /&gt;Just like she likes to look at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day,&lt;br /&gt;she didn't appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt something a missed.&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain the feeling except&lt;br /&gt;it's a kind of uneasiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The senior was not there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to their classroom,&lt;br /&gt;hid outside and saw my senior scolding her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears were in her eyes while he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day,&lt;br /&gt;I saw her at her usual place,&lt;br /&gt;looking at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked over and smiled at her,&lt;br /&gt;took out a note and gave it to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was surprised.&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me, smiled,&lt;br /&gt;and accepts the note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after,&lt;br /&gt;she appeared and passes me a note and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Leaf's heart is too heavy and&lt;br /&gt;the wind couldn't blow her away".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not that leaf's heart is too heavy.&lt;br /&gt;It's simply because leaf never wants to leave the tree".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied her note with this statement and&lt;br /&gt;slowly she started to talk to me and&lt;br /&gt;accept my presents and phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the person she loves is not me.&lt;br /&gt;But I have this perseverance that one day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will make her like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within 4 months,&lt;br /&gt;I have declared my love for her no less than 20 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time,&lt;br /&gt;she will divert away from the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I never give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm really decided for her to be mine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely use all means&lt;br /&gt;to win her over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember how many times&lt;br /&gt;I have declared my love to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she will always try to change the topic,&lt;br /&gt;I still bear a small ray of hope deep within me,&lt;br /&gt;that she will agree to be my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't hear any reply from her over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;How come you didn't want to reply?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm nodding my head", she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?" I couldn't believe my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm nodding my head", she replied loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hang up the phone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quickly changed,&lt;br /&gt;took a taxi and rushed to her place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands were trembling when I&lt;br /&gt;press the doorbell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hugged her tightly as she opened the&lt;br /&gt;door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Leaf's departure is because of Wind's pursuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or because the Tree didn't ask her to stay..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Reaction:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; Oh, . just Wow, . . Patience is a Virtue guys~ Kasi naman,.. you tend to rush even if you said you would wait, . .  just plain , . . .  tsk , . .nevermind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Original Title:&lt;/span&gt; Beware of Mr. Tiny (Scam)&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Marian Benetua - high school classmate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He approached me---this, shrunken-&lt;br /&gt;faced and small man in the Manila City&lt;br /&gt;Hall area. He seemed harmless, so I&lt;br /&gt;thought. And so he began talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry, I'm not a bad person.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Christian..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to contradict his statement&lt;br /&gt;at the very second, but I just let him&lt;br /&gt;talk for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ako si Louie Ocampo. Naholdap yung&lt;br /&gt;bus na sinakyan ko and I was hoping to&lt;br /&gt;ask some money from you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wiped his face with this towel and&lt;br /&gt;as he was talking, I saw his almost-&lt;br /&gt;gone teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to lend the guy some money,&lt;br /&gt;considering how misfortune can be very&lt;br /&gt;very rude. So I lent him P50 just so&lt;br /&gt;he could go to McDo and meet his dad&lt;br /&gt;there. He asked me if he could text---&lt;br /&gt;and I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only that I didn't want him to be the&lt;br /&gt;one to text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I texted his "dad" to meet him there&lt;br /&gt;and he asked for my company even for a&lt;br /&gt;while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to give you a gift for helping&lt;br /&gt;me, as soon as I meet my dad. I'll ask&lt;br /&gt;him to bring the N70 Cellphone. I will&lt;br /&gt;be leaving for the US kasi by April 30&lt;br /&gt;and I wanted to give you that as a&lt;br /&gt;gift..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of a stranger giving me an&lt;br /&gt;N70 wasn't impossible, but being in&lt;br /&gt;Manila and all, it just seemed like&lt;br /&gt;crap. Yeah, it would have seemed&lt;br /&gt;really cool, considering I just&lt;br /&gt;borrowed this cellphone I have now.&lt;br /&gt;And so I just nodded my head, as if I&lt;br /&gt;believed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept on asking me if he could text&lt;br /&gt;and I kept on saying, "Ako na lang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me with almost hurt eyes&lt;br /&gt;and said, "I seem to feel that you&lt;br /&gt;don't trust me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit! I don't even know you and I&lt;br /&gt;should trust you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't answer him and just texted&lt;br /&gt;his "dad".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after a long exhausting walk,&lt;br /&gt;he finally said goodbye and thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;___________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks after that incident, here I was&lt;br /&gt;on my way to school. I was so dead&lt;br /&gt;tired, that I decided to rest my head&lt;br /&gt;on the couch and sleep for a while.&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, the people sitting at&lt;br /&gt;the back of the fx were talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was dreaming, but I&lt;br /&gt;clearly heard them saying words like&lt;br /&gt;Christian, I'm not a bad person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That really woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, this girl was in Baclaran&lt;br /&gt;and waiting for an fx, when a man&lt;br /&gt;approached her. He used the exact&lt;br /&gt;opening line, "Don't worry, I'm not a&lt;br /&gt;bad person. I'm Christian."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was asking for help and she helped&lt;br /&gt;him. This man RODE with her on the fx&lt;br /&gt;and she paid for his fare. Apparently,&lt;br /&gt;the guy got scared because the woman&lt;br /&gt;sitting on front of him was looking at&lt;br /&gt;him suspiciously. With this, he got&lt;br /&gt;off the fx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess where he was going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manila City Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scams aren't new nowadays. It's funny,&lt;br /&gt;because nothing like this has ever&lt;br /&gt;happened to me.  Well, I was talking&lt;br /&gt;to God in my head on the way to school&lt;br /&gt;and I was complaining why nothing was&lt;br /&gt;happening to me. Ha! After that,&lt;br /&gt;something did happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that people use God&lt;br /&gt;and the lure of helplessness to&lt;br /&gt;deceive people. It sickens me to the&lt;br /&gt;core, that these people have such guts&lt;br /&gt;to do these things. Poverty is a&lt;br /&gt;reason, but it is not an excuse. Not&lt;br /&gt;everyone you go to has money, okay?&lt;br /&gt;And even if they did, they worked hard&lt;br /&gt;to earn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now one can really say how poor "we"&lt;br /&gt;are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's that poor that they steal&lt;br /&gt;from other people to survive. They&lt;br /&gt;probably can't help it. How can they,&lt;br /&gt;when their stomachs are growling from&lt;br /&gt;too much hunger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have said this, because people like&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Tiny are everywhere. Always be on&lt;br /&gt;the lookout. After this incident, I&lt;br /&gt;could have done nothing else, but&lt;br /&gt;sharpen my nearsighted eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Oh and by the way, if you have the&lt;br /&gt;same experience, contact me and we can&lt;br /&gt;rant about him. Or probably track that&lt;br /&gt;bastard down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEING CHRISTIAN DOESN'T MEAN YOU'RE&lt;br /&gt;NOT BAD, CREEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Reaction:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; waaa,. . mabiktima din ako,.. pero middle-aged woman naman,. haay madali ako madala ng mga ganyan eh/pif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ yan lang yata? tsk, . mas mabuti na yang mga ganyang kwento kaysa naman sa magp-post lang na nagmumura diba? ~ haaay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, .. BTW, . . "the perfect boyfriend?" ( there was a subject entitled like this,..) why do you have to insist that? err,.. ang hirap nun ah?! at walang perfect na tao,.. una,.. mas maganda kung maging perfect girlfriend na lang kaya muna? diba? sigurado gagayahin ka ng bf mo, . . oh diba perfect kayo pareho,.. ayos,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabe napagod ako? ilang pages din yun ah! FRIENDSTER is full of CHAOS indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-1560838274132966309?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/1560838274132966309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=1560838274132966309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/1560838274132966309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/1560838274132966309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2007/05/friendster-bulletin-chaos.html' title='friendster bulletin = CHAOS @_@'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-7246327410822839166</id><published>2007-05-01T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T23:54:29.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambition</title><content type='html'>I will make this short =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;"What do you want to be when you grow up?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ quite easy for some  eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire those people esp those kids who have the clear vision of who they wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;I even had my profile in our yearbook in high school ruined because of my damn ambition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I wanted to be~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just plain simple, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why? I was brain  washed  (term too morbid X_X ) by  my mom since elementary that I should be an Accountant, ..  A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Certified Public Accountant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't blame me, . . I never had the chance to contemplate of what I wanted to be because MY future is set even before I realized that it's necessary to have an AMBITION~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then, . .finally, . . I'm proud to say that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW what I want to be when I grow up!  . . . . . . I mean when I get older, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, . .  I wanted to be a Certified Public Accountant!!!! (pangarap ng nanay ko wag na kontrahin, tuparin na lang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I wanted to be a black or at least brown belter (whatever the term) in Taekwondo. ( this is not about self defense only this is about honor?! hahah Ayoko na maging Lawyer eh,. :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I wanted to be a part Nutritionist, part Connoisseur, Gourmet or simply, . Epicure.  (basta forte niyan wine and liquors)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yan na ang ambition ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww, . .typical hope ng mga girls, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to love and be loved in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tama bah grammar?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo nga pala, kaya siguro ayoko ng mga ganyang nilaalgay kung ano ang gusto, . .kasi diba may kasabihan na kung ano yung gusto mo parang hindi pa natutupad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well~ kung saan man ako i-lead ni Lord~ alam ko for the BEST yun. . . . wahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S to kuya Michael Madrazo, .. thank you very much! and I wish you all the best, . .=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;additional quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;!--coloro:#3366FF--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;!--/coloro--&gt;The difference between doing what you want and doing something casually is that you urge yourself to do it in the most perfect way&lt;!--colorc--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--/colorc--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;" Nerva replied. "I am doing something I want to do, master, so it works well for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;a href="http://ragnaboards.levelupgames.ph/index.php?showtopic=4274"&gt;The Red Haired Terror&lt;/a&gt; by Nerva al'Thor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-7246327410822839166?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/7246327410822839166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=7246327410822839166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/7246327410822839166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/7246327410822839166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2007/05/ambition.html' title='Ambition'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-5586996709107590170</id><published>2007-04-30T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T01:45:00.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Lakad</title><content type='html'>Alternative title: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Kung binabayaran ang paglalakad, Mayaman na ako.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;this [long] update is for reference only. Memories of a unusual and unexpected day is worth remembering? ahaha In short, maraming hindi makaka-relate pero ito ang laman ng utak ko,. Pinagsikapan kong ilahad ng mabuti,.hehe wala lang, . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ika-28 ng Abril, araw ng Biyernes, sa taong 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~Gabi ng Huwebes~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Text message)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Chet: ndi ka na punta sa bhay? Gs2 ka daw meet ng dadi ko. Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ly: !@# $%^&amp; * ()_ -+= |\: :’” ,&lt;. &gt;/? ~`&lt;/span&gt;(marami akong sinabi at puro reactions lang naman,. Sa huli ay napagdesisyunan kong sunduin na nga si Chet at sabay na kami pumunta sa skul.) TUGSH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~Umaga ng Biyernes~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nauna ako sa alarm ko sa cellphone ng 1 oras. @__@ Pinilit kong matulog muli. (MAINIT) Mabilis lang ang almusal. Di ko alam kung bakit parang tinataguan ko ang nanay ko na nasa taas lamang, nagpapaligo ng bata, naligo rin at malamang nagbihis. Ayokong magpakita sa kanya na naghahanda na rin umalis?! Hinintay ko pa siyang makaalis ng bahay papuntang opisina bago ako naligo. HEHE. Iwas puna na rin na maaga lang ako kapag gagala. Nyahaha. Bakit nga ba kasi lagi akong late? &gt;___&lt;        &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~8:45~  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huli na ako ng halos isang oras sa plano kong pag-alis ng bahay. Tsk. Panigurado late na nanaman ako. Mabilis lang naman ako kumain, maligo (MALAMIG) at magbihis ah? Ah, oo nga pala, Nanood pa ako ng DORA! Grabe talaga ang lakwatserang batang iyon. Na-late nanaman tuloy ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabuti na lamang at hindi gaanong masikip ang daloy ng trapiko sa Nichols (MAINIT) kaya’t bago mag- 9:30 ay nasa MRT Taft Station (MALAMIG sa loob) na ako, nakapila para bumili ng ticket, (Wala na akong Stored Value Ticket itinago ko na! Haha Collection ko yun eh) Sakto namang Tinext na ako ni Chet, sabi ko late na ko, sabi niya di ko naman daw kailangang magmadali. Ohhhhkeeii!!!! Binagalan ko talaga paglalakad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medyo malamig ang araw na ito ngayon kumpara noong nakaraang araw. Uulan yata. Este, uulan pala sinipon ako kagabi eh. (Connection?! =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~10:20~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa wakas ay ito na ang huli kong jeep na sasakyan papunta kina Chet. (Quiapo) Nagkataon pa na ang sinakyang kong jeep sa Boni (Sobrang INIT sa jeep) ay dumaan sa high way, ayan tuloy imbis na bababa na lang ako sa Teresa St. para mag-abang ng jeep papuntang Quiapo, kinakailangan ko pang tumawid sa high way para mag-abang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandali pala, . . Bakit nga ba ako tumawid?! Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yung katabi ko nga palang ale, di alam kung saan ang PUP, nalaman na pababa din ako doon kaya sasabay na rin daw sa akin. Tingin ko mage-enroll yung anak niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandali pala ulit, . .  enroll? Edi dapat alam na niya o ng anak niya papunta kasi diba kumuha naman siya ng Entrance Exam? @___@. Ayun, napilitan akong tumawid, sasamahan ko pa ang mag-ina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakita ko pala yung kaklase ko nung 1st yr. Papunta siya sa school, Ayun inutusan ko siyang samahan ung mag-ina?! Wahehe basta ganun. Ahihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag-abang lang ako ng jeep sa tapat ng Jollibee. Haay, ang daming magagandang jeep. Kaya lang mga patok iyon papuntang Cubao. Wala lang~ na-miss ko lang sumakay sa patok,..hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandali lang ang biyahe sa jeep na iyon. Pinag-iisipan ko pa kung Vicente Cruz o Pureza ako bababa, .  . Pero dahil mainit daw sabi ni Chet, mag-pedicab na lang daw ako sa Pureza, . . Honradez corner Miguelin (Haha,. Hindi ko na kalilimutan. =D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ikalawang Yugto:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;“Nasaan Ka Na? Magpakita kaaaa!!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~10:38~  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun nasa tapat na ako ng doorstep ng bahay nina Chet, pero dahil nag-text si Baby Curl na mag-unli daw, Ayun nag-text muna ako para mag-unli. Ay, nasa tapat ko na rin pala si Chet. /swt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyay, wala na dadi niya este lahat daw pala sila umalis, katulong lang ang nasa bahay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakiinom muna. (dehydrated eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noong paalis na kami, tugsh~ tumambad sa akin ang chocolate na Ferrero~ uhuh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ly: Nyay, diba fave mo yan?! Bat mo binibigay sa akin? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Chet: Bigay yan ni de, 2 yan, sayo na yung isa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ly: Huwaa  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maliit ang bag ko noon na ikinagulat ni Chet?! Dahil di ko mabibitbit ang chocolate. Ay, meron pa palang Victoria’s Secret na lotion. (HUWAAA?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigay daw nga yun ng dadi niya para saken. @__@ tugsh~ di kasya sa munti kong bag kaya sa bag ni Chet nakalagay ang mga iyon. NYAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umalis kami bago pa mag-11 dahil ayaw naming maabutan ng lunch break ng PUP. Sumakay kami ng Jeep~ saglit lang yun. Sumakay din ng pedicab~ (MAINIT kasi. )At, .  tumawid sa high way. Para mag-abang muli ng Jeep? Trike na lang yata? Ang mga taong lakas trip, .  kung ano maisipan gagawin, . . tugsh, .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naalala ko nanaman ang Antique House na iyon. Wala namang multo eh. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~Sa tricycle~  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Chet: Special na ba tayo? Maghihintay pa ng pasahero eh,. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ly: hintay muna tayo, . . .After 10 seconds ayun special na lang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Chet: . . . . . .  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ly: 10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1 EEEENNGGG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Chet: Manong Special na lang po sa PUP lang.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~Papasok ng gate ng PUP~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ly: Di na kailangan ng ID. Nyahaha  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWAHAHAAH BWAHAHAHAHA BWAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ko pala nasabi kanina, doon pa lang sa jeep na sinakyan namin galing sa bahay nina Chet ay pinagtatawanan ko na siya sa kadahilanang, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May misteryong naganap, .  Siya lamang po, sa buong klase namin ang walang Class Card sa IT at pinabalik pa ni Sr. Sarondo. Ayos diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYAHAHAH NYAHAHA NYAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natutuwa naman ako kay Sir, .ahehe Ang kulit niya. Una, mali ang nadalang CC noong nakaraang biyernes, Huwebes magkikita muli, Ngunit dahil mayroon akong “Taekwondo” noon, pinakuha ko na lamang kay Chet. Ang lumalabas, pumasok lang si Chet noong Thursday para makuha ang CC ko,.. @___@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakahiya,.. tugsh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undecided pa rin kami kung sasakay ba kami ng elevator? Ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang antigong elevator?! Tsk. Paalis na ko ng PUP di pa ako nakakasakay. Nag-uusap pa rin kami tungkol sa elevator pero nasa hagdanan na pala kami, paakyat. Tugsh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~5th floor~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarado ang faculty room. Walang tao. Napaka-aga ng lunch break nila. Hanep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hinanap naming si Sir sa mga classroom, Sa office sa dome, sa mga classroom pa rin at mga corridors, atbp. (MAINIT) Ilang beses ba namin naikot? @___@ Kami po ay rumampa lamang sa 5th floor. WAHEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buti na lamang at naisipan naming tumambay muna sa classroom katabi ng faculty room para magpahinga at magpahangin sa electric fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buti na lamang at naisip ni Chet na itanong kay Curl ang cell phone number ni Sir. Binigay naman ito sa akin ni Curl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ly: Hehe, unli pala ako, =P Globe si Sir eh,. Kaw na magtext,.. NYAHAHA unli ka din ba? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Chet: inde, all text lang ito. Anong sasabihin ko? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ly: tanong mo kung nasan siya, bahala ka,. WAHIHI  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~pagkalipas ng 1 minuto~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chet: Lalagyan ko ba ng smiley?! @__@  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ly: Ayos lang! NYAHAHA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Chet: Wag na nga. X__X  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~ilang minuto pa~  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Chet: 12 daw sa faculty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ly: okie. Bakit nga ba ikaw lang walang CC noh?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~After 15 seconds na nagkatinginan lang~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ly: Ahahahah, . . Ahahaha  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ly: Naisip mo ba naisip ko B1? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Chet: Ha? Di ko naisip eh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ly: TUGSH~  BWAHAHAAHAH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibang klase talaga si Sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Malamig na ngayon, Nakatutok lang yung ceiling fan eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakita ni Chet ang pinsan niya. =) Naku po, Graduating na pala si ate. Hehe. At Accounting po ang course niya,. Isang malaking TUGSH~ para kay ChetLy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan, Nag-aabang na kami dito sa tapat ng faculty room. Ay, siya lang pala. Wahihi. Mga 2 metres layo ko. Isa akong espiya na tumatawa sa tabi at kumakanta na rin ng “Reyna ng Quezon City.”   NYAHAHAHA ~ Go Chet~ ^_^’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumating rin si Sir~ Di ko na narinig ang pinag-usapan nila. Pero basta natatawa pa rin ako sa likod. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San na nga ba kami pupunta? Ang init na tsk. Sabi ko bibili na ko nung gusto kong suklay na Denman sa Department Store, tapos bibili din ako ng photo paper. Di naming alam kung saan kami kakain ng lunch?! Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pababa ng dome~ este~ Paikot pala pababa sa dome, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~Sa 2nd floor~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakita naming nakaupo si Jenny Vie. Siya yung nagt-text kay Chet na si Evan pala kanina. Sa Banking na siya lipat ng course, nahihintay siya kasi naabutan siyang lunch break. Konting kwentuhan~ ahehe Trip trip. =) Napansin ko lang, mukha siyang puyat na puyat. Aww~ bat nga ba hindi ko siya natanong tungkol sa love life niya?! Wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumaba na kami sa hagdanan, .  at, . . papunta na sa Catwalk. Ohh nuuuu, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe~ katirikan talaga ng araw. Hesitant kami pareho lumakad. Pero pagkatapos ng kulang-kulang 2 minuto ay nakaisip din kami ng Strategy ng pagbaybay papunta sa covered pathwalk na iyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Chet: Ayun, doon tayo sa may mga kotse sa may mga puno tapos, . .  takbo sa catwalk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ly: Ok! Tara! Yeah!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.  . . . .  . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ly: Oy tara takbo na mainit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Chet: hindi noh wag nah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ly: tugsh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naglalakad na kami sa Catwalk (MAINIT TALAGA NOH?!) palabas ng Sintang Paaralan. Hindi pa rin namin alam kung pupunta na kami sa mall o punta pa sa bahay. Nakalampas na kami ng Teresa St. wala pa rin reply ang dadi ni Chet. Gusto ko rin namang magpasalamat sa dadi niya sa chocolate saka sa lotion eh,. Ahehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero, . . pero, . . kinakabahan talaga ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana kasi presentable akong bata diba?! X__X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumatawid na kami pasakay sa di alam na jeep. Este 2 lang pala ang pagpipilian, papuntang Cubao, o papuntang Quiapo. Pero ang totong pagpipilian ay, papuntang mall o papuntang bahay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEENNIIEE MEEAAANNIEE MINEEEE MOOOOOHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Chet: Tara daan na lang tayo sa bahay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ly: Okie!!~~~ ^___^    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ly: NAKU po,. . X__X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saglit lang ang biyahe. Tsk. Katirikan talaga ng araw. Sakit sa ulo. Sumakay na lamang kami ng pedicab. Pero iba ang dinaanan?! Hmmm~ Bakit kaya?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ikatlong Yugto:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ang Chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan nasa tapat na kami ng bahay nila,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Chet: Nandyan na sila, . ^___^ (sabay turo sa isang red van)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ly: Huh? Sino? (shucks na-dehydrate ako lalo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Chet: Sila. Ayun ung van eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ly: Nakoo, hindi ako presentable (sobrang kinakabahan na)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Chet: ahehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aba’t tinatawanan pa ako!? /pif Sino ba namang hindi kakabahan noh? Ngayon lang ako dumalaw sa bahay tapos di naman dahil sa school ang sadya? TUGSH~ Pero gusto ko talaga magpasalamat sa dadi niya. Ayun kaya ko ito~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandali lang, .  talagang ako na yung guy noh? Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako yung kinakabahan sa pagdalaw. huwaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Chet: Hui!, . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ly: Ikaw mauna umakyat,.. ikaw mauna,.. ikaw, .  huwaaa (dehydrated na talaga ako) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chet: hehe  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Si Chet ay nasa tapat ng bukas na pinto, ako nama’y nasa hagdanan pa rin, halos katabi lang niya, nakatingala sa kanya,~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang ayoko na, . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mami ni Chet: Si Lyra? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shucks, . alam ko beses ng mami niya eh, . @_@ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahala na po, . . X___X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umakyat na rin ako pagkatapos hong huminga ng malalim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inaasahan kong ang sasalubong sa akin ay ang mami niya. Ngunit, . . Hindi pala, .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una kong nakita ang dadi ni chet katabi ang mami niya, tapos may bata sa harap, tapos yung kuya niya saka yung gf ng kuya niya na kumakain sa lamesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~Mga 3 seconds pa bago ako nakahinga dahil sa gulat na may sumalubong sa akin?!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, . tama ba yung mga nakita ko o nagiilusyon lang ako!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HINDEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakiinom muna ako ng tubig. (dehydrated na ko sobra)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tama. Kumakain nga yung kuya niya saka yung gf niya na, .  Sexy talaga. Grabe nagulat ako,. Wahaha. Nakita ko din ang isang batang lalaki, pamangkin pala ni Chet. Scion name ( pero di ko alam spelling ah) Tama ako na 5 yrs old nga siya,.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagulat ako sa mom ni Chet. Biglang nasa likod ko na pala. Aww, .  nakasuot siya ng uniform pang-nurse. Nag-aaral siya ulit eh. ^_^  Ayun punta ako sa may upuan na tapat din ng TV. Pero nadaanan ko muna dadi ni Chet na nsa tapat ng PC. Naglalaro. =) Akala ko hearts, free cell pala, . wahehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malabo ba mata ko?! Nakasalamin naman ako ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakita ko ang kuya niya sa may terrace. Siya si kuya Mong, yun isa na kumakain si kuya Peng. Ang kulit ni kuya Mong,. Wahehe tawa siya ng tawa. Ahihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinaupo na ako. Tumabi sa akin mom ni Chet sa right tapos si Chet sa left. Nag-usap kami ng mom niya. Aba, chuchu namin si Chet,. Wahehehe la lang,. Secret lang yun,.. BEEEEH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malamig pala dito ah,. 2 electric fan nakatapat kang saken,.. /swt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ay mali emoticon di na pala ako pinagpapawisan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya-maya pa’y tumambad sa akin ang isang pusa na kamukhang kamukha ni Garfield. Pero, di naman ganoon kataba katulad niya,. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ly: Persian Cat, . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Kuya ni Chet: Mahilig ka ba sa pusa? (inilapit sa akin ang pusa) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ly: di naman po, allergic kasi, . . (kiniliti ko ang baba nung pusa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Kuya ni Chet: Ay, allergic , . (sabay layo sa pusa) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ly: . . .yung kapatid ko bawal kasi sa bahay.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At, . .todo chuchu pa rin kami ng mom ni Chet. Waah? Doon na daw kami kumain. Umalis na yung mom niya. Ayun, pinakilala na saken ni Chet ang pamangkin niya. Nakasuot ng mask. HUH? Naglalaro pala siya ng magnet. Wahehe asteeg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUWAAA,.. wag kang tatapak sa kama, . . waaah madumi ang paa mo, .  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya maya pa’y umalis na rin si Chet. Nakaupo lang ako nanonood ng tv, sa may right side ko,. Nandoon dadi niya, . nagf-friendster. @__@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinawag ako ni Chet. Pero bago pa man ako makalampas sa dadi niya tinanong muna ang apelyido ko at kung saan ang probinsiya ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X____X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nad-dehydrate na naman ako. Tubig po please. Awaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks~ nagluto pa yung mami niya, .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken~ ang laking chicken grabe nagulat ako. Nagugutom na ko kanina pa,.. pero nung Makita ko yung chicken nawala na gutom ko,.. TUGSH~ seryoso yan ah~ Ang cute kaya ng itsura nun~ Kung may camera lang sana ako at di nakakahiya sana kinunan ko yun eh~ WAHEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magkatabi kami ng mom ni Chet, bandang katapat ko naman si Chet~ bilog kasi yung mesa. =) Todo kwento pa din kami. Awee. Ang cute ng mom niya~ mukhang bata pa. Naisip ko tuloy mom ko, di kaya dahil sa kunsumisyon kaya mukha siyang matanda? TUGSH~ &gt;bad me bad me bad me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary Complex~ Asthma~ Nursing~ food~ ice cream~ Chet~ Batangas~ Matabungkay Beach~ beaches~ Ilocano~ mga lugar sa Ilocos~ Cagayan Valley~ ilog~ swimming~ fiesta~ San Juan~ basaan~ handaan~ at marami pang iba. Ang dami naming napag-usapan. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatuwa pa si kuya Mong~ tawa sila ng tawa ni Chet. Hindi na makakain si Chet sa tawa. Awaaa pati mom niya ganun din. Ako di makatawa. Di ko naintindihan pinag-uusapan nila eh, Ilocano. @___@ Kain lang me ng chicken~ gutom talaga ako kanina eh. Kanina yun. Awaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang kulit din pala ng dadi niya, . . biniro pa ako,.. wahehe~  punta daw sa beach~ sa Batangas~ aweee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~13:30~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumakain pa rin kami, ay ice cream pala,. Double Dutch~ (tama bah?) hinihintay pala kami, baka daw idaan na lang kami ng van kasi papasok na yung mom ni Chet. Pero sa huli, nauna na rin sila, . Ang bagal kasi naming kumain. Wenk , . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos ay, .  naupo ulit ako sa may tapat ng TV,.. grabe inaantok ako, . . nakita ko yung kama lalo akong inantok,. Ahuhu si Chet gaya gaya. /pif. Pero lumipat ako sa tapat ng PC at naglaro ng Solitaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strike 1~ Talo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi pa rin naming alam kung san kami pupunta. Sang mall nga ba? North Edsa, malayo pero convenient na saken kasi may MRT, Centerpoint, malapit lang, Megamall, malayo ah pero malapit lang sa MRT ayos lang. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strike 2~ Talo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag-surf muna ako sa net? Hehe tinype ko lang yung URL ng blog ko. (At ito yung blog na iyon) Pinakita ko na kay Chet. Kahit di ko pa natatapos yung blog entry namin,.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strike 3~ Talo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kainis ah, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun~ basta aalis na kami,. Haha~ ang natunaw na chocolate na galing sa bag ni Chet ay pinagpalit niya doon sa nasa fridge~ hehe bumaba na kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~14:00~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa may doorstep sa labas, . buti na lang at di ko na naiwan ung salamin ko katulad kanina. Saan nga ba kami pupunta? Megamall o Centerpoint?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ly: toss coin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Chet: (kumukuha ng coin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ly: head centerpoint. Malamang megamall yung isa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Chet: Ok. (toss)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ly: ano daw?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Chet: kung sa greenhills kaya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ly: san yun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Chet: San Juan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ly: malapit lang ba yun dito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Chet: isang sakay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ly:  OK! Greenhills na lang. =) Uy, di pa ko nakapunta dun ah wahehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Chet: nandoon lang ako nung isang araw eh,.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ly: nag-toss coin pa tayo, wala naman sa choices yung pinili natin,. Nyahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumakay kami ulit sa Jeep, tapos naglakad na lang. (GRABE sobrang INIT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumawid sa overpass? Sandali tumawid ba kami sa over pass?! Oo,. Tama, . may nakita pa kaming mama, .  kumakanta. /swt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~Sa kabilang side~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ly: Anong sasakyan natin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Chet: bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ly: Ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala masyadong dumadaan na bus eh. Maraming jeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ly: anong sasakyan natin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Chet: bus nga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ly: ah oo nga pala, anong nakalagay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Chet: ewan ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ly: tugsh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumakay kami sa isang bus na may nakalagay “Greenhills” (malamang doon kami pupunta diba? Wahaha) Si kami magkatabi nasa likod ko lang si Chet. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo nga pala, . nakakaantok sa bus~ aweee may palabas pa,.. kapuso nga lang~  Ang LAMIIIIG~ YEAAAH~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ika-apat na Yugto: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Suklay VS Gundam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mahaba ang biyahe, . . saktong 14:45 na kami nakababa sa bus, .  di rin kami magkatabi nun, . sa harap ako,.hehe tumawid~ at pumasok sa mall~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err Lounge muna ako, .. . grabe aircon eh haha uber lamig~ @___@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shucks~ puro boutique pala nandoon! nako, . . paikot-ikot kami at napapatigil sa mga,.. err, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUNDAM~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siguro nga dahil pareho kami ng pinapanood nung elementary, pero grabe, . . sobrang pinangarap ko talaga yung mga mobile suits na yun, . . hanggang sa baliw na baliw na ko kaiisip kung kelan ba talaga ako makakasakay ng mobile suit~ tapos kung kelan hahaba ang buhok ko katulad ng kay relina,.. (pero ngayon iba nah,.. pano ako magugustuhan ni relina,.. wahahaha) hanggang sa sana makabili na lang ako ng mga mobile suits na yun, .  . bata pa ko mahal na yun, . .ngayon mahal pa rin, ./pif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bat ba gaya-gaya lagi si CHET?! tugsh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo nga pala, . . suklay ang hinahanap namin, . .  napunta kami sa madaming pasikot-sikot na tiangee, .. tapos nauhaw kami sa sobrang ikot~ hahaha este lakad~ iced tea ulit,.. wahehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EKIS ang Greenhills~ san na tayo pupunta??? waaaaaah labaaaas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naglakad kami muli, . .at tumawid sa overpass at sumakay ng aircon na bus, . .papuntang, . . Robinson's, . . =) uhhm ,. . nasa likod ko pa rin si chet nun haha, .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ika-limang Yugto: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;“Nasaan ba ang EDSA?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medyo mabilis lang ang biyahe, . . =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakita ko na rin ang MRT train, . nyahaha, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robinson's~ wahehe! ang lamig, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano na ng aba ang aasahan namin dito kundi, . .  mga boutiques pa rin~ awww, . . EKIS~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matapos namin ikutin iyon ay, . . lumabas na kami para pumunta sa Megamall, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaw, . .ang tataas ng mga building~ ang hangin pa! Uulan yata!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, . . nasan ba tayo sasakay, . ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah eh, . . naliligaw po kami, . . tugsh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero katulad nga ng sinasabi ko dati, . . maglakad lang ng maglakad, . . sigurado mahahanap mo din ang hinahanap mo, . . wahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voila! nakita na namin ang EDSA, . . =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tawid pala muna, . . naalala ko tuloy ung matanda, . . wahehe ang galing tumawid,.. ayos diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aircon Bus po ulit tayo, . . pagkatapos ng mahabang lakaran sa labas ng mall paikot ay heto nanaman po kami nakasakap sa may aircom @__@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inaantok nanaman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baba sa overpass na malayo pa,.. ang init,~~ waaah at naglakad muli~ aweeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ika-anim na Yugto:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;The Last Stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam na namin kung saan pupunta! sa SM! sa may mga wig! TSK TSK TSK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero, . . sa kasamaang palad ay, . .wala, . .wala kaming napili, . . walang maganda, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ikot ulit tayo~ maghanap~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kung makikita niyo siguro kami, . . nako, . . kami'y mukhang restless nah,.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puro Lakad, . Ang LAMIG sa loob ng megamall~ yeah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadaanan namin ang bilihan ng flute~ naghanap kao ng recorder, . .haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P220 ~ tsk bakit nga ba inde ko binili?! sayang~ balikan ko na lang,.. grabe na miss ko n atumugtog gamit yun,.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inaantok na ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naghahanap na lang kami ng pwedeng bilhan ng photopaper,.. at umikot ulit kami, .. at mali, . .at wala, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;palakad-lakad ulit kaming maisipan naming humanap ng directory para malaman namin kung nasaan ang National Bookstore!, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, . . nasan ba ang directory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buti na lamang at dumerecho lang kami ng lakad hanggang makakita kami ng directory, . . pagkakataon ng naman, .. MWAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam na namin kung saan makikita ang Nat'l bookstore pero di pa rin namin alam kung san ba yun? gets niyo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagod na yata kami, .. kaya naglakad na lang kami, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National~ bldg ???~ chuchuchu san un? Basta dun siguro bahala na~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sight seeing~ skating rink~ Le coer ~ mukhang anime oh? Nyaaahha oo nga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo paper? Saaaaaaaaan? Nakita namin ang collection naming mga pencil Staedler vs Faber Castell ,..Ayun~ pumili ng magandang photo paper,.. P300+, P500+ aba aba bat ganung texture?! Tsk maganda pa yung Best Buy~ seryoso yan ah~ glossy pa, .  cost? Less than 100 pa,. Ahhm?! Walang installer. Nagbayad na ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano na nga ba gagawin namin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~17:10~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Chet: gusto mo manood ng sine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ly: ayos lang,. Aww ipapaalam ko pa sa mami ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Chet: oo nga wag na lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinala pa rin kami ng aming mga paa sa may MOVIETIME~ tsk, . pagod na ko nood na nga lang kami. Kung ano man ang may sked na maayos. Haha 5:30,. Pan’s Labyrinth, tapos may isa pa~ nood muna kami ng mga trailer~ parang cute nga un ah. Mukhang horror, di nakakaantok wahehehe. Parang awa na ayoko ng love story. Ahuhu. Gaya gaya si Chet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muntikan nanaman kami mag-away dahil sa sine. Paunahan kami mag-bayad,. Tugsh~ tsk. Papasok na kami ng cinema 2~ tama bah? Walang tao dun sa bilihan ng popcorn~ lipat pa kami sa kabila~ di na ako pumayag na siya magbayad tsk. Balik~ dali dali~ mg-start na. Sa taas~ ang konti ng tao,.. huwaaa lalo na sa baba~ konti din~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ika-pitong Yugto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;a href="http://www.panslabyrinth.com/"&gt;El laberinto del fauno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~17:30~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Innocence has a Power Evil cannot Imagine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aba, .  di namin alam na Spanish pala ang salita, . nyay,.. todo subtitle pa,.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marami kaming natutunan!!!,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa mga salita pa lang eh, .  astig, . .  WE CAN RELATE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang saya pag Filipino, . . halatang ang laki ng influench ng mga Kastila sa atin,.. wahehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOBRAAAAAANG LAMIG pala, . . haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di pa namin mabubos yung popcorn,.. nilalamig na ako eh,.. wahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww, . . saka,.. tinext ko pala muna mom ko bago mag-umpisa ang movie, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mabait akong bata noh honest pa! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astig na movie ito,. pwede na rin pambata? este wag pala, .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andaming bloody scenes saka torture scenes @___@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not bad for our 1st ever movie ayt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di kami nakatulog,.. todo titig sa screen kasi nga subtitled eh makalingat ka lang di mo na masusundan ang kwento,. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well~ nakakatuwa talaga yung fingers na may MATAAAAAAAA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ika-walong Yugto:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Debut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~19:30~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saktong 2 hours natapos ang movie,..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang (init) na paglabas ng sinehan,..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saan ang punta? Ewan? Uwi na ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Chet: Daan muna tayo sa birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ly: ok, san ba yun? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Chet: Boni daw eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayon,. umakyat na kami papuntang MRT~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at, . . ang LAMIIIIIG nanaman,. wahehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero Guadalupe station kami bumaba ng MRT ,.. nyahaha  mas malapit daw dun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayos lang na dumaan muna,.. tutal malapit na rin naman sa bahay namin yun eh,..wahehe&lt;br /&gt;mga 30 mins lang~ papakita lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lakaaaaaaaaaad akyaaaaaaat&lt;br /&gt;Mrt lamiiiig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun nandoon na si Mic saka may isa pang kasama sinundo kami ~ shucks nagsama pa kasi si chet eh kakahiya meeeh, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lakad lakad sa may mall~ palengke~ hmm~ mc donalds nanaman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakay ng jeep saglit lang~ nagkaron pa ng diskusyon na hindi ko maintindihan~ @___@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MiMo&lt;/span&gt;~ happy birthday mas matanda pa pala ako sayo?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumambay muna kami saglit,.. tapos after 15 minutes siguro ay tinawag na ang lahat dahil kakanta na ng Happy Birthdaaaaay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~huh? akala ko nga late na kami eh,.. eh parang hintay alng kami dumating para kumanta ?! tugsh~ special talaga si chet ,..wahihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakapatay ang ilaw. para yung kandila lang sa cake ang makikita,.. astig noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kumain na kami (malamang) heheh ako nga dumayo pa para makikain eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh diba,.. 2 bahay na pinupuntahan ko para lang dumayo ng KAIN!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahuhuhu ~ ibang klase,.. nakakahiya talaga,.. huwaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang kulit ng mga friends ni Chet~ though~ di ko masyado nakausap yun iba,. parang gulat yata na err may kasamang babae si Chet?! @__@ YIKKEEEES?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun,.. nagkadiskusyon pa sa mga palabas sa TV at sa mga courses at sa mga Jumongers (kung tama man tawag)  Pero ang pinakamatinding diskusyon ay ang,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DETECTIVE CONAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waheheh~ todo kinig talaga ako kasi di na ako nakakapanood nun eh,..yun pala,.. haha&lt;br /&gt;Napanood ko na yung episode na kinukwento,.. (way back bata pa ako)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh diba? taas memory? waheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katext namin si Curl nun,~ at napagdisisyunan na pupunta kami ni Chet sa bahay nila! shot daw? hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh diba? panibagong lakad nanaman? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagpaalam na kami,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit kaya kanina pa mukhang malungkot si MiMo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ika-siyam na Yugto:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Pagkabulag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkalabas ng bahay nina Mimo ay matatanaw na ang overpass,.. tatawid daw kami sabi ni chet,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero hindi namin ginamit ang overpass,.. YEAAAAHH!!!! feel na feel ko pa man din na umakyat diba? hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa may arko daw. ayun,. sobrang lapit naman?! maya-maya pa'y dumating na si Curl~ hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;konting lakad lang at nandoon na kami sa tapat ng bahay nila.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinagot na ni baby Curl ang issue tungkol sa, . . . "There is no US"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . .. . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maganda na ang pag-uusap namin, .  ng biglang may tumabi sa aking IPIS!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ako'y napasigaw at napatayo at akmang,.. tatakbo na ako papalayo, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buti na lamang at katabi ko pala si Chet kaya'y nakabalik pa ang utak ko. hindi na ako nakatakbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinapauwi na si Chet, nagtext na rin ang mom ko, . 11 PM na rin kasi, .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumili ng cupcakes saka soda si curl~ nagpapabili daw mom niya eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun~ pumasok nanaman ako sa bahay ng ibang tao,.. wahaha [namumuro na ba ako?]&lt;br /&gt;at nakiinom pa! wahaha! at nakinood pa ng Maalaala mo kaya sa TV, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang pamilya, yung nanay nabulag dahil sa sobrang pananahi. Yung tatay lang ang nagttrabaho. Marami silang anak. Madami silang naging problema. Minsan, umuwi yung tatay na may kasamang babae, katulong. Parang naagaw nga lang ang pagiging nanay dahil naasikasong mabuti ang mga bata, pati yung lalaki? . . . hm , .. hanggang sa nakita na ng isang anak niya, sinabi niyang nakita niyang naghahalikan ang tatay niya at ang katulong. Ngunit nagbulag-bulagan ang nanay na bulag na nga. [HUH?] Pinagalitan pa niya ang anak niya at ipinagtanggol ang asawa niya at ang katulong. Hanggang sa, . . isang gabi, . nagising na ang nanay at napagtantong wala ang kanyang asawa sa kanyang tabi,. naglakad siya para hanapin sa labas ng kanilang silid. Ilang saglit pa'y may naririnig na siyang mga hagikgikan, at pag-uusap na,.. err,.. [rated X?! este R-18!] Naluluha na ang nanay habang binabaybay ang kanilang bahay patungo sa kung saan nanggagaling ang mga hagikgikan na iyon, . . HULI! di man niya nakita pero, ..narinig naman niya, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Mga hayop kayo! HAYOP! Lumayas kayo sa bahay ko!! LAYAAAS!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~ 22:45~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di na namin tinapos ang MMK,.. kailangan na talaga umuwi eh, .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tinapos lang namin yung eksena na sinugod nung nanay ung asawa niya pati yung babae sa kwarto,. magkasama pa sa iisang kama,.. tugsh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commercial~ ayung nagpaalam na kami sa mom ni baby Curl~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;[Panawagan: kung sino man po ang nakapanood ng episode na ito ng MMK maaari po lamang na ikwento naman sa akin kung ano nangyari,.. bitin pa rin sa utak ko eh,.. maraming salamat po!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hinatid kami ni Curl sa sakayan, . dun ulit patawid sa may arko at overpass pero hindi naman ginagamit?!! Sumakay na kami ng jeep~ ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww pauwi na,.. ngayon ko lang naisip, . . hindi nanaman pala kami magkikita, . .nyay! Hindi sinasadya pero sinulit din pala namin yung araw? haha, . . puro gala, . puro lakad, . puro kain?! hehe ang gulo namin~ walang plano pero masaya,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;[di man sure ni chet pero,. umuwi din pala sila kinabukasan papuntang Ilocos,..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muntikan pa kaming mag-away dahil sa paghatid na yan, . .tugsh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di naman ako kailangan ihatid kasi mas malapit ang bahay ko noh!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mauuna pa akong makauwi,.. saka siya ang tinetext na~ ayun kailangan na niyang umuwi,.wahehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUS~ ayun sumakay daw muna ako,. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criteria: di aircon, baclaran dapat pero kung may nkalagay na ayala, dapat ilalim wag ibabaw,. At pwede na ring ibabaw basta wag na wag lang ayala leveriza parang awa na. ang baba ko pasay rotonda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayun,. parang ngayon ko lang na-realize na err, . . bf ko pala kasama ko? shucks~ tsk nakakalungkot naman, . . waaaah [emote lang] kulang pa yung oras na magkasama kami kasi uber busy naman~ haay, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hug tight*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buhbye~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakasakay na ko ng bus~ wave~ wait lang ~ waaah X___X buhbye~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sign na ittext mo ko pag-uwi mo ah?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ika-Sampung Yugto:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Extension ng Alay Lakad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabilis yung bus na nasakyan ko, .  sakto kasi na nag-text si Camille kugn nasaan na ako,. ayun ,.. malapit na naman ako eh,  .. Nakasakay na ako ng jeep sa Rotonda,.. Merville, Kanan, . . haay~ inaantok na ako, .  . nakakapagod, . . gusto ko ng matulog, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagtext na si mami, . . pinapagalitan pa ako,. sakto naman na nasa Nichols na ako,  . less than 10 minutes nasa bahay na ko eh, . . kaya ayun tinext ko si mami na nauna na din akong umalis sa debut. Di na siya nagreply, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maya maya pa’y~  hindi mabagal ang daloy ng trapiko~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halos di lang talaga gumagalaw,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HINDI GUMAGALAW, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maraming sasakyan  ang  bumabalik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh noes~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~23:47~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[isang oras na ang nakalipas simula ng umalis kami sa bahay nina Curl~ eh Guadalupe lagn yun huhu]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m stuck heeereeee~ nagtext na si chet saken nakauwi na siya~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tugsh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako? Naku po, . . wawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ale: miss gusto mo maglakad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ly: tara po&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buti na lang at napagdesisyunan naming maglakad, ay malapit na pala, . .  natatanaw ko na ang tollgate ng merville~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang Sanhing trapiko? May nakaharang na truck. Di naman pala dapat dumaan dun eh, . . Dpat sa toolgate talga sabi ng mom ko,.. [ako pa sinisi] nakasara yun kanina noong pauwi na siya. Pero bakit andamign dumaan doon noh? ayan stuck lang kami,..huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinatigil na ko magtext ni chet ,. Maglakad na lang daw ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, . ang bilis ko maglakad waaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yung mga kasama kong babae ang layo na pala sa likod ko,.. @__@ nyaakz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ika-Labing-isang Yugto:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ang tawag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~01:00~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[oo, seryoso yan,.. inorasan ko talaga, ..  ala-una na ako nakauwi]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagising pa si mami,.. pinagalitan ako ng konti~ kumakain siya ng tinapay at umiinom ng gatas,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agn bad ko tugsh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paghiga ko sa kama~ naramdaman ko ang sakit ng katawan ko. Daig pa ang training sa taekwondo. ng-Alarm ako ng 8am at nkaset sa setting na general~ level 5 na rin hehehe para marinig ko~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakto pagkakalagay ko sa tabi ko ang aking cp~ ay bigla itong tumunog~ huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nananaginip pa rin yata ako?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May tumatawag pala!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaah si mae~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuchu si kuya ruel iyak na si mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay nako~ kase namaaan, . . pagkahatid sa bahay nila,. normallya fter 10 mins mgttext na si kuya kay mae na nakauwi na din siya,. pero hindi nagtext si kuya,.. hanggang sa tianwagan na siya ni mae,.. ayun,.. di sumasagot, .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tawagan ko daw ang bahay nila pero,  . . di ko alam number nila?!! waah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumababa pa ako walang ipis? Himala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naka-lock ang phone di mkatawag sa cp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinext ko na lang kapatid niya na si maja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 10 mins~ tumawag na si mae habang kausap dn si kuya sa kabila ~ wahahah chuchuness Nanggaling lang pala sa kung saan si kuya, . . tsk iniwan pa ang cp sa kotse. haayzzz lovers nga naman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko na matulooooog, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayan pagod na ko, .  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaaaaah hindeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 1 hour~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di na talaga ako makatulog huhuh nuuu~ umiyak nanaman ako~ tsk~ lagi na lang~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X___X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinabukasan,. Nilalagnat na ko tapos may phlegm pa,. Di na ako nakapasok sa taekwondo sakto naman kasi ayaw pumasok ni Camille dahil 1st day daw niya nun [tuldok]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan, . .yan ang araw ko~ date namin yan! ang saya! sana may digital camera ako, .hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;u Chet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-5586996709107590170?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/5586996709107590170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=5586996709107590170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/5586996709107590170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/5586996709107590170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2007/04/ang-lakad.html' title='Ang Lakad'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-4304997617475257641</id><published>2007-04-27T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T01:46:46.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spar! Chaaa!!!</title><content type='html'>Ouch~ As I've mentioned to some of my friends, . . I am finally attending (again) taekwondo classes. It's been uh, . 5 years I think since I was promoted as a Yellow belter~ DAMN~ I'm stuck with that lame belt with this age? (see description at the left) Well, was it really my fault? I wanted to pursue my lessons way back 5 years ago but my parents won't allow me. Why? Here are some of their "LAME" reasons,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm a girl (WTF)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My (only) brother should be the one to pursue the ranks up to the black belter, not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It's enough that I know self defense. I don't have to fight like the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm a GIRL~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;W. T. F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just get it? those reasons,... It's killing me, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey, NOW ~ I know why I hate being a girl. NOW~ I know why I am so jealous of guys~ Their state /stature makes me feel good, but my state makes me feel oppressed. ~ NOW~ I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I like girls (a lot) and I barely notice guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying, I am currently attending taekwondo classes during mondays, wednesdays and saturdays at 10 AM- 12PM. I am with my siblings Camille &amp;amp; Vince. Unlike our previous gym (would you call that gym) that is located at the lower ground floor in Karrivin Plaza, Pasong Tamo Extension, Makati City, we now attend our classes at Merville Park (Belvedere) Gym. It's an indoor court. No puzzle mats, No mirrors, No Korean flag, No aircon, No Monsour del Rosario. It's not the OTTC (Olympians Taekwondo Training Center).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEEL THE PAIN, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, .  the pain plus the scourging heat this summer? haha what do you get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tons of dripping sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I elaborate on the "pain"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm a bit old, yeah I know. So, gaining the right flexibility is hard. 30 counts of split, then 30 counts of side split to the left , then 30 counts of side split to the right just kills me slowly. So to my dear classmates, . .DON'T CHEAT! DON'T YOU DARE BEND YOUR KNEES! dinadamay niyo ako eh! Uulit nanaman ang bilang! Grrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "No puzzle mats." Malamang sa sahig yan diba? I thought those mats were only placed there so that in case of unexpected falls, fewer injuries would occur. Oh well, that was what I THOUGHT. What do you call those patches? Tsk. blisters? My mom said it's  called "paltos." Pero hindi naman namin sinusunog ang talampakan namin?! So there, a few kicking exercises will make your feet warm then VOILA! paltos~ then if you are a bit unfortunate (like my sister) err, . . just shed off some skin. tugsh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kicking right is far different from just kicking. Less force, more Power. Of course, Kicking right that wouldn't cause your feet injuries. It is said that when you hurt somebody, you hurt yourself as well. TKD teaches the right way to kick, . . without hurting yourself, . . .. . . . oh, . . well, .. that was SUPPOSED to be, . . You can't control every kick, esp if you are tired (alibis) . Sa tagalog, pag pagod na, mali-mali na ang sipa, hindi na masasaktan ang kalaban, ikaw na ang mababalian.  *BOW*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sparring, . . Patigasan ng katawan dito. tsk. Kahit pa may armor ka, .  .  . mararamdaman mo pa rin talaga yung sakit. Yung mga bata umiyak daw nung 1st time nila mg-spar, ..  at hanggang ngayon, may mga umiiyak pa rin. 1st sparrign ko, .. yung head coach pa ang kalaban (coach Manel) waw, . . isang beses lang ako nakatama, isang beses lang din nakailag! 3 consecutive turning side kicks solid na tinamaan ako di man lang ako naka-counter, .. dagdag pa natin yung solid na sipa sa braso (walang armor dito) ramdam mo yung sakit pero alam mo controlled pa rin yung force, .  haay~ 2nd spar ko kalaban si camille~ ayos na sana, .  pero nabalatan yung paa niya dahil sa paltos kaya yung isang coach na lang nakalaban ko, . . di kami magkatamaan, .  ayun, . . sa lower limbs tuloy ang tama, . . ang laki nanaman ng pasa ko, .. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Basta mahirap ang Warm-up, . .lalo na sa mga di masyadong flexible,.. hay nako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana ma-promote na ako~ tsk, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelan kaya ako mkakapag-split, . .???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo nga pala, . .favorite kick ko round house, . . unang turo kasi saken ng coach tama na agad, .. fate? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si camille grabe lakas ng axe kick!~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may naisip na akong magandang combo, . . haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AXE kick w/ Stiletto shoes, . . oh diba ayos un? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nga pala, bakit kami lagi partner ni camille? ayaw kami i-partner doon sa mahihinhing babae na kaklase namin, . . wahehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabe yung isa red na red yung nail polish,.. wahehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, . .I can't hit a girl?! I love girls,. . MWAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa kahit sino, . paturo naman sumipa, . .paturo na rin sa sparring,. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more high hopes for me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana gumaling na mga paltos saka pasa ko~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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No need to plagiarize,. There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-4304997617475257641?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/4304997617475257641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=4304997617475257641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/4304997617475257641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/4304997617475257641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2007/04/spar-chaaa.html' title='Spar! Chaaa!!!'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-2383930774910165457</id><published>2007-04-23T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T02:05:32.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>view</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a human gets a good education to develop himself into a better person. not to be better than those who can't afford to get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;blessings are given by God, we are not supposed to take another man's blessings. we are to share our blessings with our fellow men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;a human must be thankful for what is in his table, and not to indulge himself into something materialistic and worldly. feed your body as well as your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;we are given a good lifestyle, yes, better than some. but that doesn't make us better humans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the few excerpt from Sr. Conejo's blog, . &lt;a href="http://philippinerabbit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Philippine Rabbit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson? We as humans don't have the degrade other people because we think we are better than them. err, .. it's better for us to reflect on our own, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will all die in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why bother considering yourself superior?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be immortal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless us all~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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No need to plagiarize,. There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-2383930774910165457?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/2383930774910165457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=2383930774910165457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/2383930774910165457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/2383930774910165457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2007/04/view.html' title='view'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-6403961134191735046</id><published>2007-04-19T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T21:43:11.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upside Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artist:&lt;/span&gt; 6 CycleMind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lMtTNAzU6SI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lMtTNAzU6SI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Album:&lt;/span&gt; Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Original Artist:&lt;/span&gt; 2 Minds Crack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been spending some time, thinking I’d be alright&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know if I could really make it tonight&lt;br /&gt;Lie awake in the dark, come down then I start&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about you is almost breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know where I went wrong, or what’s going on&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I feel like our love’s lost tonight&lt;br /&gt;Should I stay, should I go? Well, I really don’t know&lt;br /&gt;Lately I’ve been missing you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Refrain]&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you don’t understand our love lies lost&lt;br /&gt;But you’re still holding my hand&lt;br /&gt;Oh and then you walk away&lt;br /&gt;Just tonight, I want you to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;You’re turning me on, you turn me around&lt;br /&gt;You turn my whole world upside down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I hurt you, well it’s hurting me too&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know if I could really stay here tonight&lt;br /&gt;Tired of thinking of you, I never think that you do&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what am I supposed to do&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just wanted to say that I need you today&lt;br /&gt;Tell me it’s all gonna work out alright&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know where I should I start&lt;br /&gt;But with all of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Baby let me be your lover tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[repeat Refrain and Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you know, you turn me upside down&lt;br /&gt;You know, you turn me upside down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[repeat Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been seeing and hearing this song in MYX lately (Maybe because it's quite popular?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that I can relate to this song~ haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotable Lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I hurt you, well it’s hurting me too&lt;br /&gt;~ true right? ^____^ Whenever you hurt somebody esp. physically, you hurt yourself as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me it’s all gonna work out alright&lt;br /&gt;~ Everything will work out as long as you're both willing,.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i saying all this? Inspired? GAH,.. Maybe I'm just soo tired~~ It's very humid lately~ *perspiring profusely* We had our Taekwondo lessons this morning &amp;amp; Swimming lessons in the late afternoon. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Oo nga pala,.. kaya siguro natuwa ako sa song na ito, . .napansin ko kasi,. kapag kumakanta ako, . . ganyan din boses ko, . . wahehe (lalaki na ko @__@ )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-6403961134191735046?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/6403961134191735046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=6403961134191735046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/6403961134191735046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/6403961134191735046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2007/04/upside-down.html' title='Upside Down'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-5421593244798015734</id><published>2007-04-17T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T16:11:03.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Offline Message</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PAUNAWA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog = diary,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang mga pangalan na ginamit ay pawang mga  tunay na pangalan ng mga taong "involved" sa mga sitwasyon. Kung ang pangalan ninyo ay nabanggit o kaya'y kakilala niyo ang mga nabanggit, ikalulugod kong malaman ang inyong mga opinyon o kaya'y pagtatama. Kung hindi naman ay ikalulugod ko pa ring malaman ang inyong mga saloobin, tanong o kaya'y reaksyon. Maraming Salamat po.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dated:&lt;/span&gt; 4/16/2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;queen (11:10:57 AM):&lt;/span&gt; hi musta ka na jan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;queen (11:11:13 AM):&lt;/span&gt; nagkaka usap kami ni jhon ah,may sinabi sya sa akin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;queen (11:11:49 AM):&lt;/span&gt; nanliligaw pala sya sau eh,mukha naman mabait un bakit hindi mo siya bigyan ng chance na makapasok jan sa puso mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;queen (11:12:18 AM):&lt;/span&gt; sabi niya sa kin hindi ka raw niya lolokohin,nagngako siya sa kin na hindi ka raw nya sasaktan at hindi ka raw nya paiiyakin,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;queen (11:12:43 AM):&lt;/span&gt; ano ba ang lagay nya sa puso mo,may pagtingin ka rin ba sa kanya,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;queen (11:13:20 AM): &lt;/span&gt;mukha naman naman sincere siya nung sinabi niya sa akin na love na love ka rw nya,nahihiya lang daw sya sa agwat ninyo sa buhay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;queen (11:13:37 AM): &lt;/span&gt;di ba hindi naman mahalaga ang lagay sa buhay ang mahalaga ung nagmamahalan kau at nagkakaunawaan di ba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;queen (11:13:53 AM): &lt;/span&gt;sana bigyan mo siya ng chance na makapasok jan sa puso mo,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;queen (11:14:09 AM):&lt;/span&gt; ako ang bahala kapag niloko at sinaktan ka nya ako ang makakabunggo niya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;queen (11:14:26 AM): &lt;/span&gt;inabi ko na sa kanya na ayaw ko na massaktan ka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;queen (11:14:43 AM): &lt;/span&gt;sana pag aralan mo at mabigyan sya ng chance sa puso mo,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CRASH&lt;/span&gt; ----------------- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;BOOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isa-isahin natin ang mga katanungan, na maaaring gustong itanong ng mga makakabasa ng Offline message na iyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sino si "queen" ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Si ate Jhee aka dairy queen ay girlfriend ni kuya Jheff aka Jhefrix, Guild Master (GM) namin sa guild na "Roadkill" sa Role-Playing Game na Ragnarok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naging close kami ni ate jhee dahil nagselos siya sa akin nung ngc-chat kmi ni kuya jheff gamit ang friendster messages.  Siya ate Jhee na ang naging tagapayo ko, sa kanya ako nagsasabi ng mga problema, at ganun din naman siya. Simula pa nung kami (daw) ni zack,pinagpalit ako sa DOTA, iniwan niya ako, nakipag-break siya saken, alam niya yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, sinabi rin niya sa akin yung masaya pa silang ngcchat si kuya Jheff, biglang di nagparamdam si kuya Jheff, nagkaron ng anak si kuya Jheff (dito sa Pilipinas), Inaaway siya nung babae, naadik sa Ran Online, pinagpalit siya sa anak niya at sa RAN, nakilala niya sa Canada (dito siya nakatira) ang dati niyang boy friend na iniwan lang niya noong 2nd yr high school siya kasi nga nag-migrate na sila doon, nagkaanak na rin sila, nagpakasal, di alam ni Jheff, hanggang sa nagkaron na sila ng closure ni kuya Jheff tutal naman pareho na silang masaya sa mga buhay nila. Ang kanilang relasyon na nagsimula sa chat, natapos sa chat din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa ngayon, minsan lang maging online si ate Jhee pero good friends pa rin kami,.. hehe Nga pala,.. 35 yrs old na yata ngayon si ate Jhee? di ko lang sure,.. pero basta 30+ na,.. ^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sino si Jhon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Sa mga hindi ko kaguild o wala sa URDR server ng pRO, Si kuya Jhon aka Jhon-Jhon ay isa sa mga ka-guild ko sa RK~ 99/70  Champion. Naging maganda naman ang relasyon namin bilang magkaibigan at magkasangga sa sieges, . . patayan time o defend time. Tagapayo ko din noong kami pa (daw) ni zack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ aba bakit ba kasi inuungkat pa yan,.. tsk tapos na yun. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maayos naman ang lahat ng bigla siyang nagbago nung malaman niyang wala na kami ni zack (bakit naging kami ba?! ang chuchu niyo kasing lahat eh,..haha) Sinabi niyang gusto din niya ako at nauwi ito sa matinding pangungulit na kahit panliligaw lang sana ay payagan ko siya. Hindi naglaon, ang mabuting samahan na pilit ko namang binabalik ay nagkalamat na nga. Maraming tao ng nadadamay dahil nga sa hindi ko pagpayag. (kahit nga panliligaw ay ayoko eh) Hindi ko naman masabi na hindi ko rin siya gusto dahil gusto ko rin naman siya ngunit hindi bilang isang "boyfriend" kundi ,.. tama na ang mabuting kaibigan, kaguild na mahihingan ng white pots, katext pag unli, tagapaho dahil "kuya" nga diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Makasarili ba ako? ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo nga't hindi naman masama ang maghangad sa gusto mong babae na siya'y matatawag mong "gf" o "kami." Ngunit diba'y kalabisan naman kung dahil sa pagtutol niya'y, Labis na ang iyong paninisi dahil ika'y nasaktan? Umabot pa sa punto na ang mga kaibigan kong nakakaalam ng istorya namin (oo, may istorya na kami sa lagay na iyon) ay hinihingan na rin ako ng tulong dahil nakukulitan na daw sila, . .  x___x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umabot pa sa puntong sinabi niya ang mga linyang ito, .. (sa text man o sa chat sa ym)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Eh Bakit si Zack pinayagan mo! ako hindi!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Nananakit ako eh, di lang halata,. tapos di ako nananakit ng phyical,.. internal ako eh,.. mas malala,.. internal bleeding... diba?" ---lyra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Oo! tama... sobra"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haayz, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa ngayon, Minsan nagt-text siya,. minsan lang din ako magreply kasi minsan lang naman ako mag-load eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo nga pala, pumunta siya noong birthday ko, siya yung matangkad na payat na kasama sa table ni Shing &amp; Maxroll at Orenz. 2nd to the last yata siya sa nag-speech sa mga kaibigan kong guys,..huli kasi si Orenz. Ayun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sagutin naman natin ang Offline message ni ate Jhee,.. gawin nating,.. "Chat Logs style"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;queen:&lt;/span&gt; hi musta ka na jan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lyra: &lt;/span&gt;hi po ate!! =) e2 po buhay pa, kagagaling lang po sa taekwondo lessons kaya medyo masakit ang ulo saka katawan,. wahehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;queen:&lt;/span&gt; nagkaka usap kami ni jhon ah,may sinabi sya sa akin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lyra:&lt;/span&gt; huh? ano po sabi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;queen:&lt;/span&gt; nanliligaw pala sya sau eh,mukha naman mabait un bakit hindi mo siya bigyan ng chance na makapasok jan sa puso mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lyra:&lt;/span&gt; huwaa? nanliligaw? eh hindi po ako pwede ligawan eh, .. hindi rin po ako nagpapaligaw, alam niyo naman po yun diba kahit dati pa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;queen:&lt;/span&gt; sabi niya sa kin hindi ka raw niya lolokohin,nagngako siya sa kin na hindi ka raw nya sasaktan at hindi ka raw nya paiiyakin,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lyra:&lt;/span&gt; konsensiya na lang naman po kung lolokohin ako eh,.. toinkz, ..  hindi po paiiyakin at sasaktan? diba po,.. alam niyo naman na kapag magmamahal,.. dapat handa ka ring masaktan at umiyak? kasi imposibleng hindi ka masaktan ng mahal mo,.. at ,. .imposibleng hindi mo masaktan ang minamahal mo, . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;queen:&lt;/span&gt; ano ba ang lagay nya sa puso mo,may pagtingin ka rin ba sa kanya,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lyra:&lt;/span&gt; naku,.. ate, . . gusto ko rin naman po siya,.. pero hanggang kaibigan lang po,.. o kaya,.. "kuya" yun lang po talaga eh,.. di naman po mapipilit ang pagmamahal na mahigit pa doon,.. nahihiya nga ako kasi di ko masuklian yung ginagawa niya,.. &gt;__&lt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;queen: &lt;/span&gt;mukha naman naman sincere siya nung sinabi niya sa akin na love na love ka rw nya,nahihiya lang daw sya sa agwat ninyo sa buhay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;queen: &lt;/span&gt;di ba hindi naman mahalaga ang lagay sa buhay ang mahalaga ung nagmamahalan kau at nagkakaunawaan di ba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lyra: &lt;/span&gt;opo hindi naman talaga mahalaga yung eh ska alam ko po na sincere po talaga siya,. pero hindi po kami masyado nagkakasundo eh, .. nagagalit din siya saken at sinasama sa "blame" yung tungkol kay zack dati,.. pero di ko naman po siya masisisi eh,.. nananakit talga ako,.. hindi ko lang talaga mapilit na mahalin siya ate eh, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;queen: &lt;/span&gt;sana bigyan mo siya ng chance na makapasok jan sa puso mo,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lyra:&lt;/span&gt; huwaaa,  . . :-S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;queen:&lt;/span&gt; ako ang bahala kapag niloko at sinaktan ka nya ako ang makakabunggo niya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;queen: &lt;/span&gt;inabi ko na sa kanya na ayaw ko na massaktan ka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;queen: &lt;/span&gt;sana pag aralan mo at mabigyan sya ng chance sa puso mo,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lyra:&lt;/span&gt; ate,.. matagal ko na pong kilala si kuya Jhon at mabait po talaga siya,.. nasa puso ko naman po siya eh pero yun nga po,.. hindi talaga kami pareho ng nararamdaman. Salamat po at nandiyan kayo para sa akin,.. &gt;:D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay nako, .. bakit nga ba ng-update na ako agad dito,.. ang dami kong pending entries,.. /pif (ung iba sa moso't-mosa tapos 2 naka-Draft pa bago ito haay nako)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayan katext ko din pala ang mahal kong si Chet,.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mago-OL na rin daw siya pahinga lang saglit kauuwi lang niya,.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;Shucks~ kanina kase kuhanan ng Class Cards,.. ihinabilin ko lang mga CC ko sa kanya kunin ko na lang bukas,.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!~~ ung update ko tungkol sa amin di ko pa nat-type! huhuhuhu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-5421593244798015734?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/5421593244798015734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=5421593244798015734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/5421593244798015734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/5421593244798015734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2007/04/offline-message.html' title='Offline Message'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-5483779711543307990</id><published>2007-03-28T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:06:07.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cake &amp; Styro</title><content type='html'>Blog entry~ started at 00:15 AM / March 28, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj40sNNe51o/RglK01zmEjI/AAAAAAAAACs/KYgro2Mstzs/s1600-h/065+The+Cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj40sNNe51o/RglK01zmEjI/AAAAAAAAACs/KYgro2Mstzs/s320/065+The+Cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046647129102488114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a lovely cake isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, that cake is not my cake,.. (di pa ako ikakasal,. birthday ko lang) that was the first image that i saw when i searched the word "cake" in yahoo. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" Looks Good. . .  Tastes even Better"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saan ko nga ba narinig yan? tapos,.. mayroon pa akong napag-aralan sa Home Economics,.. sabi dun,.. mas gaganahan kainin ang isang pagkain pag maganda ang PRESENTATION,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah,.. totoo nga naman,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero diba, may kasabihang,. . "Wala ng kung ano ano pa,. SA TAONG GUTOM"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ i missed that quote,.. basta pag gutom,.. hindi na issue ang itsura ng pagkain,. minsan nga pati lasa di na iniinda,.. basta kain,.. mabusog,.. tapos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the topic,. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;/WARNING/ Personal  opinion lang po,.. Personal Preferences kasi,..  /gawi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been ranting  about "my cake" a couple of days already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY? My birthday will be celebrated this saturday. (Actually it's my 18th birthday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't expecting a debut type celebration like my classmates in high school (e.g. hotels, halls, restaurants, catering, semi-formal, 18 roses. 18 candles, 18 GIFTS, gown, dresses, swimming parties, speeches, FOOD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted a "CAKE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;-CAKE-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not bad right? It's my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember these lines a week ago, .. [sakto yan]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mami : Anong balak mo sa birthday mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mami: Ano bang gusto mo? Maghahanda ba tayo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gusto ko ng cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sister: Anong cake ka lang diyan? debut mo yun noh. Dapat maghanda ka. [ nakataas kilay?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gusto ko lang ng cake, basta Red Ribbon,. yung masarap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mami: Si Eunice sa bahay na lang daw nila maghahanda, ikaw kina lola mo na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ate) Eunice's birthday (pinsan ko) was celebrated last Saturday,.. 18 na siya,.haha ,.. Doon sa bahay nina lola ang celebration. pink ang motif,.. pink ang dress niya, pink and white ang table cloth,.. kaya ang palaging linya na naririnig natin ay,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;"You Belong!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang cake ay,.. rectangle,.. tapos may nakalagay na princess sa ibabaw na nasa veranda siya,.. CHOCOLATE cake,.. ^___^ Goldilocks~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cost= almost P3,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tawagin ng maarte ako o talagang maarte nga lang talaga??! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una, ayoko ng rectangle na cake = kasi nga rectangle na yung sa kanya (same place ang celebration namin eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pangalawa, Ayoko ng PINK,.. AYOKO TALAGA NG PPIIIIIINNNNNNKKK~~~~ errrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pangatlo, Ayoko ng mga Princess, Prinsesa, Barbie,.. o kahit anong image na babae na nakapatong sa cake,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit? ano yun,.. feeling ako yung prinsesa??? Napaka laki ko namang ASAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pang-apat, err,.. ayoko ng cake sa Goldilocks~ =( ayos lang na kumain ako ng cake doon,.. pero prefer ko talaga Red ribbon,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Personal Experience,.. Sa Red Ribbon lang ako naumay sa kaunting serving lang ng cake,.. ang chocolate nila ay ang tipong,.. sasakit ang lalamunan mo sa sobrang chocolate,.. mabigat din sa tiyan ang bread part nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, gusto ko,.. kapag may kumain ng Cake ko (birthday ko naman) sasakit din lalamunan nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang tanong,. bakit sa Goldilocks hindi ba ganun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah eh,.. yun nga eh,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hindeeee"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Ang icing ay,.. hangin,.. (egg white nga naman fine~~~) pero yung cake dun,.. ah ehh,.. parang foam eh,..parang di sumasayad sa lalamunan ko?! haha ang arte ko talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,.. my turn,.. Monday~ inutusan ako ng mom ko na mg-canvas ng cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siyempre,.. punta agad ako sa Red Ribbon dahil personal favorite ko nga yun,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at,.. salamat,.. at ayayayaya,.... cost ng cake? from 3K pataas nah! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang plano namin ng mom ko:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hindi rectangle (kasi nga common) ~ edi bilog yun diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 2- 3 layers dapat tutal naman debut eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa sobrang kaiisip,.. kung anong gusto kong cake dahil sobrang KONTI ng designs,.. parang tinipid ah,.. nagkasundo ang utak kong magulo sa cake na 3 layers,.. madaming kulay (rainbow colors) haha at ang nasa ibabaw ay mga flowers o lollipops at may ribbon pa yata,.. at WALANG PRINSESANG naka-GOWN. serves 72 pa pala,. tapos available in 4 days,.. oh diba? AYOS! ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cost = P4,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tinext ko ang nanay ko,.. at sinabi niyang,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tumingin ako sa Goldilocks, Wala siyang budget ng ganung kamahal na cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AYOKO NG GOLDILOCKS. AYOKO MAMI. AYOKOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napilitan din naman akong lumakad at pumunta sa kabilang building ng SM Bicutan para tignan ang mga cake doon,.. ~ yeah yeah sabi ng nanay ko eh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakita ko ang isang file na may mga pictures ng cakes~ yah yah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa 1st part nun,.. puro RECTANGLE,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ isang malaking &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EKIS&lt;/span&gt; kayo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at isa pang EKIS?!! puro prinsesa! na nakapatong with all the effects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*skip skip skip*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayoko ng prinsesa,. huhuhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ BIAS talaga noh? /swt~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayun,. 2nd part yung mga bilog na may layers,.. ok ok,.. kaya ko ito,.. sabi ng mom ko,.. mas mas mura daw [di pala niya sinabi,. implied lang]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AYYYY grabe,.. puro prinsesa nga,.. at prinsesa pa ulit,.. thank you! *bow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ito ah,.. humahanap talaga ako ng mga reasons para HINDE Goldi ang cake ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sa bawat layer ay may nakalagay na size ng cake at mayroong part na STYRO?&lt;br /&gt;~ hahaha,.. BINGO! foam na nga ang nakakain sa Goldi tapos styro pa pala ung nasa ibabaw,.. toinkz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ang mga rectangle ay EKIS,.. Ang mga bilog? haha! tinanong ko ang presyo.&lt;br /&gt;~ pumapatak na,.. mahigit pa sa 4K! = o diba? edi Red Ribbon na lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Mga ilang days po yan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yung sa mga rectangle po ma'am 2-3 days, pero pwede pa po pakiusapan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"eh ito pong mga bilog kuya? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahh,.. yan po 1 week"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"HA?! eh pano po yun sa sat na kailangan? ahh eh,.. pwede po bang 5 days? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Naku, di po talaga pwede ma'am 1 week po talaga yan,.. mahirap po kasi gawin yan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . .. . . Akala niyo lang nalungkot ako pero sa loob ko,.. "/gg " ahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Gusto ko nga pala Chocolate,. ^___^ ~ yung tipong sasakit nga lalamunan pag nilunok diba? sa sobrang chocolate,..haahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kuya, pwede po bang chocolate dito?" ; "Bakit po ganun, mocha lang ang flavor?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[nakaturo sa bilog na may 3 layer na cake,]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pwede po yang chocolate ma'am" ; "Ay, yung mga rectangle lang po pala, kasi po dito sa mga ganito [pointing sa bilog nga na cake] ibang icing po ang ginagamit diyan kaya yung lang po ang flavor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ahhh, . .. ."&lt;/span&gt; [ano daw? di ko gets?!] &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"eh ano po itong butter chocolate? yung chocolate po nasan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . ...  di ko alam?! basta ang alam ko,.. kapag rectangle lang pwede yung chocolate at hindi pa yata puro chocolate yun! nyahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ANG SAMA KO TALAGA] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"CAKEEE KOOOOOO"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinakausap ko ang sister ko na alam ko namang hindi nakikinig sa akin dahil nakaharap sa PC,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Cake nga lang ang ni-request ko sa birthday ko tapos yun pa ang wala ahuhuhuhu"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang bukas ay kanina lang yun~ nagkita nga kami sa SM Bicutan [galing kasi siya sa office] at kasama pa yung bro ko dahil bibili siya ng bagong sandals,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tinignan namin yung sinasabi ko sa Red Ribbon~ ayun mahal nga. Tapos nakita ko,.. shucks,. STYRO din pala yung may mga layeeeeeeeerrrss!!!!! huhuhu Lipat kami sa Goldilocks at,.. *oh nuuuu* nalaman din niya yung mga details na sinabi ko kanina,. haha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sige, balik na lang kami"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ huhuhu linya ng mom ko dun sa attendant,.. awaaaa ayoko talaga,.. ahuhuhu [palabas na kami ng store]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ko alam kung san kami papunta dahil nanghina na ko sa linyang yun,.. Aba,. sumakay kami ng trike? papuntang Red Ribbon?!! yung isang branch sa Dona Soledad,.. hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naku,.. ayun pareho lang pala,.. haha! naku po,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahabang usapan pa yun,.. sila nung attendant?! huh? pero natuwa na lang ako sa nanay ko dahil,.. siya na mismo nagd-design ng cake ko,.. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagliwanag ang aking buhay sa mga linyang,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah miss pwede bang wag na lang prinsesa ang nakapatong dito, kasi sobrang common,.. ito na lang oh,.. [ tinuro yung babaeng parang funky na red &amp; white ang damit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Palitan din natin ng kulay ito,..[ponting at the old design] panget oh sobrang pale,.. dapat yung maliwanag,.. ayan rainbow,.. yung flowers,.. assorted colors na rin para buhay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hindi styro yung 2 layers sa taas diba? Ayokong magbayad ng styro OK?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ayan,.. 2K lang diba? tapso madami pang makakain,.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my mom so much~ hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagbayad siya ng 4K~ kasi may rental fee yung bakal na gagamiting stand para sa 2nd &amp;amp; topmost layer nung cake,.. kapag binalik,.. refundable,. ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pumapatak,.. mas mahal pa yung cake ni (ate) Eunice,.. pero yung sakin personalized pa diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito pa yung mga linyang natunaw ako parang cake~~ na ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ayos na yung hindi princess ang nasa tuktok nung cake mo,. tutal naman hindi ka pa-girl eh. Si Eunice pa-girl yun kaya ayun naka -pink siya,. bagay sa kanya yung cake niya" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Magugulat sila pag nakita yung cake mo,.. naka-red &amp; white pa yung figurine,.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I belong!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tamang-tama sa motif mo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ayun puro cake pa yun diba? hindi styro"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hay naku, wala akong nagustuhan dun! &lt;/span&gt;[Goldilocks] &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sobrang common na,. tapos,. wala kang option para baguhin yung cake, at least dito kahit pagod ako gumagana artistic mind ko &lt;/span&gt;[RedRibbon]"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Naisip ko wag red yung cake kasi mukhang dugo,. ayun na lang parang rainbow para buhay na buhay"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ naalala ko yung design na napili ko (ung 4K),.. rainbow din ang mga kulay na nandun ehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: hindi ko sinabi sa mom ko yung mga gusto ko,.. napakagaling lang talaga niya,.. haha alam niya ng gusto ko,.. at alam niya kung ano ang bagay sakin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;Off topic: Alam din kaya niya kung bagay kami ng bf ko?! ~ nyahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my mom sooo much~ Mahal ko rin pati pasigaw niyang mga tinig,... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon? ang status ko ay,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"may cake na ako! NYAHAHAH~ ang saya ^^"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bottomlines&lt;/span&gt; para sa title at post na ito:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit nga ba mahal ang mga cakes na may layers? eh ang binabayaran lang pala doon ay styro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yung nasa ilalim lang ang makakain,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait,.. kapag kakainin mo,.. tatanggalin mo pa yung mga nasa taas? isa kang malaking ,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOInkZ!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;chu chu&lt;/span&gt; ka! hahahaaaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos,.. natutunan kong hindi pwede ang chocolate sa hindi boiled icing?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos mahal talaga yung mga "fondant" [tawag yata dun na icing~]&lt;br /&gt;ang flavor lang na pwede? Rhumbutter para sa Red Ribbon~  tapos Butter at Mocha sa Goldilocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matagal din gawin ang mga cake na ganun,.. sabi ko nga,.. 4 days ang minimum~ pero yung nakuha namin? 3 days lang,.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi pa ng nanay ko,.. mas maganda pa daw ang mga cake dati,.. sobrang taas,. [maramign layers] tapos walang styro,.. puro cake talaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tower Cakes" &lt;/span&gt; yan ang tawag dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan tuyo na utak ko,.. nagugutom na rin ako kasi 4:07 AM nah may pasok pa ko bukas!! wahhahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks kay Chet~ kasi sinamahan niya ako sa mga trip trip~ trip na cake~ haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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No need to plagiarize,. There is no relevant article in the first place,.. haha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32820672-5483779711543307990?l=liureiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/5483779711543307990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32820672&amp;postID=5483779711543307990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/5483779711543307990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32820672/posts/default/5483779711543307990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liureiyi.blogspot.com/2007/03/cake-styro.html' title='Cake &amp; Styro'/><author><name>Lyra Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705195319957346041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h138/liureiyi/27888674518906l1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj40sNNe51o/RglK01zmEjI/AAAAAAAAACs/KYgro2Mstzs/s72-c/065+The+Cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32820672.post-1253725200357904677</id><published>2007-03-05T03:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:06:07.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blangko, . .</title><content type='html'>LJ is cool. haayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current time: 03:46 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wee natapos ko na blog ni Iman~ (yikkes mas matanda ako sa kanya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:wub: shucks may nabasa ako,.. at nakita ko ang pangalan ko O__o waaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di ko pa mahanap kung san nanggaling yung excerpts na yun sa blog ko,.. &gt;__&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next,.. nako,.. parang nagpaalam na kami sa isa't isa ni kuya Roland~~ waah ang kuya koo?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala na talagang natitirang kuya saken?! x__X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bakit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kasi daw may mag-aalaga na saken,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nag-post pala ako sa RB kanina~ sa ISA thread,.hehe matapos ang ilang linggo bilang lurker sa fan fic section. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bago ako mag-post sa talgang main "life shift" ko?? ~ parang mali yung sentence?! bahala na, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawa na rin ako ng short history,.. bukas. este mamaya pag-uwi ko galing school?! 3pm - 9pm klase ko eh,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shucks papasok ako,.. papasok ako sa school. papasok talaga,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natatakot ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wa? bago na buhay ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah? may leukemia ba ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;namumutla na ang kulay ko eh? (whitening soap kaya?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kailangan ko yata ng bagong shampoo,.. (yung hair fall control!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumadami talaga mga pasa ko,.. (magaslaw lang talaga ako noh?! hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang tunay na problema: di ko alam kung paano ko sasabihin sa tropa,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kase hindi ko rin naman alam ang dahilan kung bakit,.. biglaan lang talaga,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sira reputasyon ni lyra bilang siga at ang gusto babae lang ah,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ ako ba ito? pati ako shock eh,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj40sNNe51o/ReslQ0cxZFI/AAAAAAAAABg/n3eH6VTIPd4/s1600-h/av-466360.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj40sNNe51o/ReslQ0cxZFI/AAAAAAAAABg/n3eH6VTIPd4/s400/av-466360.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038161579031487570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Everything that appears in this blog is about the author's feelings, thoughts, concerns, favorites, opinions and beliefs.
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