<?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-120175194546734260</id><updated>2011-07-28T19:00:49.455+08:00</updated><category term='girlfriends'/><category term='chupchoppy'/><category term='Uno Animo'/><category term='Birthday greetings'/><category term='Well-being'/><category term='movietime'/><category term='DVD marathon'/><category term='Ptere'/><category term='creative juices'/><category term='Weddings'/><category term='family'/><category term='Mean Girls'/><category term='chat'/><category term='emotional turmoils'/><category term='foodtrip'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='bookworm'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='Fill-ins'/><category term='learning'/><category term='Health'/><title type='text'>organized chaos</title><subtitle type='html'>know better, do better, be better</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>153</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-5111889116459315712</id><published>2010-09-25T08:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T08:37:09.887+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mean Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday greetings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foodtrip'/><title type='text'>21 Sep 2010: Edgran's birthday, surprise visit and a disappointing change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Candara color=coral&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Belated) happy birthday to my &lt;i&gt;bestest&lt;/i&gt; best friend in the world, &lt;b&gt;Edgran&lt;/b&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so blessed to have you in my life. My world is definitely brighter with you in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you! May God bless you with all your heart's desire. Happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cacai surprised us with a lovely visit. Although she was in a rush, since she was taking care of her clearance, it was nice that we still had the chance to share a big warm hug. I really miss this energetic lady. Just like the other Mean Girls who left before her, it's really comforting to see that she is happy with what she is doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best to Cai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna and I were craving for a slice of moist cake so we decided to go to Red Ribbon for dinner hoping to get a decent meal to go with the cake. We were so hungry because Anna took almost an hour to finish a task with one of the language specialists handling COL training. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To our disappointment, Red Ribbon (Chino Roces Ave.) is no longer selling rice and pasta meals. The lady behind the counter said that it is now a bakery/coffee shop. So, no choice but to go to Mang Inasal after we bought chocolate cake and cinnamon roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Birthday greetings to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September&lt;br /&gt;1 - Anne Gutierrez and Kuya Dom Dalisay&lt;br /&gt;2 - Tita Precy Soriano&lt;br /&gt;4 - Doie Dineros and me&lt;br /&gt;5 - Tito Jun Legaspi&lt;br /&gt;8 - Shamumiz Pungpachiez&lt;br /&gt;13 - Kuya Raul Delfin III&lt;br /&gt;16 - Dyno Ocampo&lt;br /&gt;17 - Diana Jazmin and Meland Coloma&lt;br /&gt;21 - Edgran Soriano and Gerard Salgo&lt;br /&gt;25 - Beth Smith, Ryan Pineza and Mari Ilag&lt;br /&gt;28 - Mark Jay Delos Reyes&lt;br /&gt;29 - Ronivi Zambrano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Happy birthday!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/9E6DDCA8A37C178BD10D348161AC1D4B.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-5111889116459315712?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/5111889116459315712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=5111889116459315712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/5111889116459315712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/5111889116459315712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2010/09/21-sep-2010-edgrans-birthday-surprise.html' title='21 Sep 2010: Edgran&apos;s birthday, surprise visit and a disappointing change'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-4279154122766765938</id><published>2010-09-25T07:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T08:00:38.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Sep 2010: Storm Front</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Candara color=coral&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before, Dyno texted me that I owe him Php80 because he just got me my own Storm Front, the first of the The Dresden Files series. Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed my supposed 1st Manila International Book Fair experience last Saturday. Anna (my teammate) couldn't make it and Regina (my cousin) said that she has choir practice. I didn't find the idea of taking pictures of myself too tempting so I decided to sleep the whole Saturday away, a treat for a sleep-deprived being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Dyno gave me the book as soon as he took his break. The book definitely smelled good. *sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to start reading the book again. Hopefully, I will still have the energy to read it after a long day at work. &lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/9E6DDCA8A37C178BD10D348161AC1D4B.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-4279154122766765938?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/4279154122766765938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=4279154122766765938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/4279154122766765938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/4279154122766765938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2010/09/20-sep-2010-storm-front.html' title='20 Sep 2010: Storm Front'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-1103023124542767312</id><published>2010-09-25T07:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T08:04:15.463+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mean Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Vayie: Ano ba tong blogsite ito? Ang dami-dami daming agiw!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Candara color=coral&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt; It's been 1 year and 28 days since I last posted an entry here. Actually, this is the first time in months that I logged in to my blog account. It's not like my thoughts were missed. I suddenly missed writing when my supervisor's husband told me that me that I should write again; that I started reading my old posts and said to myself "why not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is I can't do this everyday like &lt;a href="http://www.iamvlicious.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vayie&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.parpolised.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tetay&lt;/a&gt;. That's why I admire them. They're my blog idols. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I want to make a teeny-weeny commitment: I'm going to &lt;b&gt;try&lt;/b&gt; to post entries every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just put the appropriate dates to indicate when a certain incident happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crossing my fingers. I hope I can do this. &lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/9E6DDCA8A37C178BD10D348161AC1D4B.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-1103023124542767312?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/1103023124542767312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=1103023124542767312&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/1103023124542767312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/1103023124542767312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2010/09/vayie-ano-ba-tong-blog-na-to-ang-daming.html' title='Vayie: Ano ba tong blogsite ito? Ang dami-dami daming agiw!!!'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-3070277067711010581</id><published>2009-08-27T06:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T06:58:56.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movietime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chupchoppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uno Animo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>First time in what feels like a long time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Georgia color=coral&gt;I couldn’t believe it! No entry has been posted in my blog for almost two months. Oh well, as if I have lots of followers. =P&lt;br /&gt;Of course, many things had happened in those 8 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applied as a Communications Analyst for our program last June. I went through two interviews and I’m glad I passed. Training started last July 7 and will end on September 7. Hopefully, I will be confirmed as the Communications Analyst for Email and Chat. I am under the supervision of Allison whom I consider as a very considerate and generous mentor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new job proved to be much more physically demanding than I expected since I already lost a few pounds after a week. It’s like I enrolled myself to a workout program I am not aware of. Monitoring the agents’ emails or chats and conducting huddles and trainings everyday keep me up whole part of the shift. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times I would miss being an agent – sitting all day answering emails/chats, handling my own time, keeping my own pace (at least, that’s how it was for me).  But, with all the new things I learn everyday, I just need to remind myself of how blessed I am to be doing what I’ve been wishing for. There’s no reason to be ungrateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People ask me if working as a Communications Analyst is hard. For me, it is, but since I enjoy what I’m doing, it makes everything much easier to bear. I’m happy that I am helping agents to do their jobs better. I’m glad that I have the opportunity to share what I know. I’m excited to learn new things that will help me be a better teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad celebrated his 55th birthday last August 15th. He arrived from Bicol last August 10 to spend a week here in Manila for much deserved vacation. &lt;br /&gt;He had a party at my aunt’s house with most of his siblings and nephews and nieces present. I wasn’t able to come to the party because Ceasar, Josine and I had to drop by at Nini’s house to greet her a “happy birthday”. (Nini is like our adopted child.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did go to church with Dada, Tita Liza, JV, Josine, Ceasar and other relatives for a thanksgiving mass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceasar and I celebrated our 5th anniversary (since August 17 fell on a Monday this year) by catching the last screening of the hilarious film, “The Hangover” that Saturday. We just had a little snack at the Coffee Bean. Laughing for almost two hours sure made us hungry. We grabbed a late dinner at Javi’s Sikatuna on our way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;---&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.A. visited the Philippines again after a 3-day mission in Vietnam. We had dinner at Cabalen, Trinoma branch. Too bad, I was not feeling well that day. I didn’t get to enjoy her company, but I’m glad that we spent time together. Hopefully, she will be back again in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;---&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rodney, Jefferson and I got together one Saturday. I missed those guys. We met up at Trinoma and grabbed an early dinner at Bigoli’s, my favorite Italian restaurant (good food at an affordable price). They wanted to have a few drinks so we went straight to Quattro at Timog, Q.C. We stayed there until 3 a.m. since they still have to catch up with some of their guy friends back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;---&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, Mau, Kuya Raul and Doie were here at our place. I miss hanging out with them. It’s been a while since we last got together. I just hope we would put an end to the habit of watching our old gigs and showing them to new friends. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, our plans to go to Sagada soon will push through. I really feel the need to get out of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In two months, I was able to watch 3 movies. THREE MOVIES!! That’s a personal record.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing But The Truth – watch it at your own risk. You may like it or you may not. &lt;br /&gt;The Hangover – SUPER FUNNY!! It’s a combination of wit and slapstick comedy, so I guess, it’s a good formula for a hilarious movie.&lt;br /&gt;And I Love You So – bring packets of tissues and I mean, PACKETS! Confirmed, Bea is one of the best actresses of her generation. Sam Milby is so hot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so excited! &lt;br /&gt;WHO: ATO Reactive Uno Animo peeps&lt;br /&gt;WHAT: Uno Animo’s Anniversary and mid-year Wish List party&lt;br /&gt;WHEN: September 5, 2009, Saturday, around 6.30am&lt;br /&gt;Finally, this much-awaited event has a date. Yup, you read it right, guys! Around 6.30am. With our different shifts, this is the best time to get together. I’m so happy that everyone was okay with it. It shows that everyone misses everyone. Hehehe.. I can’t wait to take our pictures &lt;em&gt;na yung iba ay pagod dahil sa puyat o pagod dahil kulang pa sa tulog&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/9E6DDCA8A37C178BD10D348161AC1D4B.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-3070277067711010581?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/3070277067711010581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=3070277067711010581&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/3070277067711010581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/3070277067711010581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-time-in-what-feels-like-long-time.html' title='First time in what feels like a long time'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-6097414560649069365</id><published>2009-06-24T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T20:49:19.459+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uno Animo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bookworm'/><title type='text'>totally random stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Georgia color=coral&gt;I’ve not been feeling well since yesterday. I thought it was just because I’ve been lacking sleep for the past week, so I tried to get as much sleep as I could over the weekend but it got worse. I found that it’s PMS and acid peptic disease combined. Greeeat!  I need to feel better tonight, I don’t want to be absent from work tomorrow. I badly needed to improve my metrics since I now feel the need to find better opportunities in the office. What with Vayie and Tin leaving, reality is starting to sink in. I am happy that I am still under Mitch’s supervision. She may not be the perfect supervisor but at least, I can be open with her about any work-related concerns. I just don’t want to wait for the time when I will have to deal with another drastic change – a new team or a new supervisor (worse, a new schedule) which can be stressful on my part since I like making plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our team had our picture taken today with Tetay as our willing photographer. I don’t know what that’s for nor do I care. I’m just being a good follower and I hope it’s enough for them. No one's forcing me to get along with my new teammates. I know they are a good bunch but I really take a lot of time to warm up to people so I hope no one’s going to force the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since Vayie left, I’ve been seating on the ATO Reactive bay. It’s my little way of dealing with the sadness – being with Tetay, Khim and Tin – makes me feel a little less sad every day. I’m thankful that Mitch does not mind me staying there. I really feel the need to stay around people close to me, to keep me from “being insane”, to still give me enough reason to stay. I also found a less reason to dislike J since she has not made an issue about me staying in their bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being with Tetay and Khim (since Tin has already left the company) brings great comfort. I don’t feel the need to always talk to them. Their presence and even their silence are enough reason to make me look forward to come work everyday. It’s also nice to listen to their stories without the need to always “react” without the fear of being misinterpreted. I just love being around them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Mitch asked us yesterday to sit by the bay near her station. I don’t mind, so long as I can be with Tetay and Khim almost every day. Cacai also started hanging out with us more often than usual since she’s so gaga over their wedding preparations. She’s almost close to deciding what theme their wedding will revolve around and I think we’re doing a fine job helping her out. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, June 19th, I got a call from my college professor. I was so surprised to get an offer from her – a full-time teaching job in a college in Quezon City. Oh, how I would love to have that job, but I couldn’t accept the offer (they needed confirmation the same day) since there are so many things to consider before leaving the company. With a heavy heart, I had to turn the offer down. I didn’t even have the courage to ask for the details (compensation, benefits, schedule, etc.) because I’m afraid. Yes, I am afraid. Call me a coward, but I still don’t have the guts to take the risk or to make a change – not now, not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading the Twilight Saga for the fourth time. I also started reading another book (e-book) about vampires, entitled, “Dead Until Dark”, the first of the seven books about the life and love (?) of Sookie Stackhouse with a vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ability to read minds was shown to be a blessing and a curse in these books. I often wonder how this power can affect the relationships I have with the people in my life and around me. If I ask my friends this question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;If I were able to read your thoughts about me, do you think I would still want you to be my friend?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I get comforting answers? Would I get an &lt;em&gt;HONEST&lt;/em&gt;answer? Would I find the answers unsettling that I will start doubting the friendship I share with the people I consider special in my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that’s why God didn’t give all of us that power because there are some things better left unsaid. I think, we all managed to be happy at some point in our lives on a need-to-know basis. We can never truly measure a person’s love based on honesty alone. Of course, I don’t like &lt;em&gt;the thought of being lied to&lt;/em&gt;. In spite of the fact that we can never be 100% sure that a person has been really truthful in a certain situation, we still find it in our hearts to take a person’s word as truth at a particular moment, because in the end, what matters most is the trust that we have for that person and the faith we have for the relationship we have for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should try reading Charlaine Harris’ Sookie Stackhouse novels. The plot is interesting but beware Twilight fans, you might find the vampire in the story not as endearing as our beloved Edward. Bill, the vampire/love(?) interest of Sookie, can sort of give you the impression that he is, um, horny and a little rough (ends up biting Sookie when he’s coming). This is to prevent yourselves from being disappointed. I was, at first, and the “vulgar” words can be overwhelming, most especially when you still have a hang-over from Edward’s sweet nothings to Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it’s more action-packed and sexual than romantic but it’s alright. The book caught my attention and that’s a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should try &lt;em&gt;Andok’s&lt;/em&gt; soft ice cream. It’s yummy and it doesn’t have the “medicine” after-taste. Khim made me try it and I’m glad she did, because the ice cream made me happy. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetay, Tin, Khim and I decided to hold a mid-year wish list party (before Tin left the company). We will call it the Anti-Resignation Mid-year Wish List Party. Our traditional wish list party usually takes place before Christmas but since we’ll never know who will be leaving the company next, we think it’s appropriate to find time to spend time together while we are still in touch with one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Revo, Dahl, Resty, Spawn and Joel would love to spend time with us again, but it’s understandable why they can’t attend our gatherings because of their respective lives and jobs. That is why we feel the &lt;strong&gt;urgency&lt;/strong&gt; to have this special party. I have yet to think of the details to make this wish list more special. Hopefully, I’ll finish this before the end of the month.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/9E6DDCA8A37C178BD10D348161AC1D4B.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-6097414560649069365?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/6097414560649069365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=6097414560649069365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/6097414560649069365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/6097414560649069365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2009/06/totally-random-stuff_24.html' title='totally random stuff'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-7837392964130042284</id><published>2009-06-24T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T20:31:40.081+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uno Animo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bookworm'/><title type='text'>totally random stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Georgia color=coral&gt;I’ve not been feeling well since yesterday. I thought it was just because I’ve been lacking sleep for the past week, so I tried to get as much sleep as I could over the weekend but it got worse. I found that it’s PMS and acid peptic disease combined. Greeeat!  I need to feel better tonight, I don’t want to be absent from work tomorrow. I badly needed to improve my metrics since I now feel the need to find better opportunities in the office. What with Vayie and Tin leaving, reality is starting to sink in. I am happy that I am still under Mitch’s supervision. She may not be the perfect supervisor but at least, I can be open with her about any work-related concerns. I just don’t want to wait for the time when I will have to deal with another drastic change – a new team or a new supervisor (worse, a new schedule) which can be stressful on my part since I like making plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our team will have our picture taken on Wednesday and I don’t know what that’s for nor do I care. I’m just being a good follower and I hope it’s enough for them. I hope no one will force me to get along with my new teammates. I know they are a good bunch but I really take a lot of time to warm up to people so I hope no one’s going to force the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since Vayie left, I’ve been seating on the ATO Reactive bay. It’s my little way of dealing with the sadness – being with Tetay, Khim and Tin – makes me feel a little less sad every day. I’m thankful that Mitch does not mind me staying there. I really feel the need to stay around people close to me, to keep me from “being insane”, to still give me enough reason to stay. I also found a less reason to dislike J since she has not made an issue about me staying in their bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being with Tetay and Khim (since Tin has already left the company) brings great comfort. I don’t feel the need to always talk to them. Their presence and even their silence are enough reason to make me look forward to come work everyday. It’s also nice to listen to their stories without the need to always “react” without the fear of being misinterpreted. I just love being around them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Mitch asked us yesterday to sit by the bay near her station. I don’t mind, so long as I can be with Tetay and Khim almost every day. Cacai also started hanging out with us more often than usual since she’s so gaga over their wedding preparations. She’s almost close to deciding what theme their wedding will revolve around and I think we’re doing a fine job helping her out. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, June 19th, I got a call from my college professor. I was so surprised to get an offer from her – a full-time teaching job in a college in Quezon City. Oh, how I would love to have that job, but I couldn’t accept the offer (they needed confirmation the same day) since there are so many things to consider before leaving the company. With a heavy heart, I had to turn the offer down. I didn’t even have the courage to ask for the details (compensation, benefits, schedule, etc.) because I’m afraid. Yes, I am afraid. Call me a coward, but I still don’t have the guts to take the risk or to make a change – not now, not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading the Twilight Saga for the fourth time. I also started reading another book (e-book) about vampires, entitled, “Dead Until Dark”, the first of the seven books about the life and love (?) of Sookie Stackhouse with a vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ability to read minds was shown to be a blessing and a curse in these books. I often wonder how this power can affect the relationships I have with the people in my life and around me. If I ask my friends this question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;If I were able to read your thoughts about me, do you think I would still want you to be my friend?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I get comforting answers? Would I get an &lt;em&gt;HONEST&lt;/em&gt;answer? Would I find the answers unsettling that I will start doubting the friendship I share with the people I consider special in my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that’s why God didn’t give all of us that power because there are some things better left unsaid. I think, we all managed to be happy at some point in our lives on a need-to-know basis. We can never truly measure a person’s love based on honesty alone. Of course, I don’t like &lt;em&gt;the thought of being lied to&lt;/em&gt;. In spite of the fact that we can never be 100% sure that a person has been really truthful in a certain situation, we still find it in our hearts to take a person’s word as truth at a particular moment, because in the end, what matters most is the trust that we have for that person and the faith we have for the relationship we have for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should try reading Charlaine Harris’ Sookie Stackhouse novels. The plot is interesting but beware Twilight fans, you might find the vampire in the story not as endearing as our beloved Edward. Bill, the vampire/love(?) interest of Sookie, can sort of give you the impression that he is, um, horny and a little rough (ends up biting Sookie when he’s coming). This is to prevent yourselves from being disappointed. I was, at first, and the “vulgar” words can be overwhelming, most especially when you still have a hang-over from Edward’s sweet nothings to Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it’s more action-packed and sexual than romantic but it’s alright. The book caught my attention and that’s a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should try &lt;em&gt;Andok’s&lt;/em&gt; soft ice cream. It’s yummy and it doesn’t have the “medicine” after-taste. Khim made me try it and I’m glad she did, because the ice cream made me happy. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetay, Tin, Khim and I decided to hold a mid-year wish list party (before Tin left the company). We will call it the Anti-Resignation Mid-year Wish List Party. Our traditional wish list party usually takes place before Christmas but since we’ll never know who will be leaving the company next, we think it’s appropriate to find time to spend time together while we are still in touch with one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Revo, Dahl, Resty, Spawn and Joel would love to spend time with us again, but it’s understandable why they can’t attend our gatherings because of their respective lives and jobs. That is why we feel the &lt;strong&gt;urgency&lt;/strong&gt; to have this special party. I have yet to think of the details to make this wish list more special. Hopefully, I’ll finish this before the end of the month.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/9E6DDCA8A37C178BD10D348161AC1D4B.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-7837392964130042284?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/7837392964130042284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=7837392964130042284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/7837392964130042284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/7837392964130042284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2009/06/totally-random-stuff.html' title='totally random stuff'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-402113525381231907</id><published>2009-06-17T22:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:12:41.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uno Animo'/><title type='text'>Wicked Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Georgia color=coral&gt;It’s Wednesday and my second working day for this week. Usually, a work week can be a drag, but thanks to my friends in the office, as our APM puts it, &lt;em&gt;time flies when you’re having fun&lt;/em&gt;. Maybe, even when you’re not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re only half way through the week but a lot of things have happened. I really find it surprising how life can still put an &lt;strong&gt;oomph&lt;/strong&gt; when you least expect it and when you almost start to believe that are things are going to be the way they are for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still miss Vayie like a lost appendage. I dare not express this with everyone. I guess, it’s something I share with her and I prer to keep it that way until… &lt;em&gt;I really don’t know when&lt;/em&gt;. I just can’t wait read Vayie’s new entries about her life AFTER SGS. I feel things will eventually be better for me if I am regularly assured that she is treated well. &lt;em&gt;As if she’ll allow anyone to mess with her!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great news came my way yesterday. Uno Animo’s baby sister, Cacai, will be Mrs. Von Ivan Basio in 2010, though she just insisted that she''ll keeping her name. Showbiz!! I am very happy for her. At her young age, she finally found the person she wants to spend the rest of her life with. &lt;em&gt;Siyempre, naramdaman kong napag-iiwanan na ako. Hehehe… Sabi ko nga kay&lt;/em&gt; Tin, &lt;em&gt;tatalakan ko na naman si &lt;/em&gt;Ceasar &lt;em&gt;pag-uwi ko.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is not about me and my frustrations. This is about the happiness of a little sister (who’s not really little) who deserves the best in life. I love you, Cai!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ANG BILIS NA TALAGA NG PERA NGAYON – ANG BILIS MAWALA!&lt;/em&gt; =P I can’t believe that today is only the 17th. I’m just glad I have already done the grocery, paid for the bills and gave my sister her allowance, so all’s good. At least, I took care of all my financial obligations for this particular pay-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got my phone back! Thanks to Tamyheart who helped me in getting it fixed for only Php700.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally, I had my phone checked at Nokia Care Alimall. I was really decided to get it fixed there, but when the technician told me that I have to pay Php4576 to get my phone working. &lt;em&gt;Napaisip talaga ako! Bagong telepono na yun ‘no?!&lt;/em&gt; As much as I want to, I had to decline. With Josine starting school again, I already anticipate a lot of expenses that’ll go with the first few weeks of school like books, school supplies and other possible fees, so it’s not practical to shell out almost 5000 bucks for a phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing, Tamyheart (my good friend from college) knows someone who can fix my phone for a much lower price. Now, I’m texting again! Yay!!! NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the most special thing to do today is greet Ceasar a…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;HAPPY, HAPPY 58TH MONTHSARY, BUBI PACHIEZ!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! I know that’s so cheesy and so high school, but hey, it’s another month for us so I really don’t mind being called cheesy or whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may not have a fancy way to celebrate this special day, but I’m glad that after all these years and all the things we’ve been through, he still remembers this time of the month as a day to be grateful for who we are and what we have together – ALWAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so maybe I am no longer THAT upset that everyone’s seems to be getting married except me. What really matters is that we’re happy and that even if we continue to struggle with our own demons, we still find refuge and strength in each other. I am grateful that we have love and friendship to back us up when we feel weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, chupchoppy, thank you for everything. I love you. Happy monthsary!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night and enjoy the rest of the week, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/9E6DDCA8A37C178BD10D348161AC1D4B.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-402113525381231907?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/402113525381231907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=402113525381231907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/402113525381231907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/402113525381231907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2009/06/wicked-wednesday.html' title='Wicked Wednesday'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-6904131917040367780</id><published>2009-06-14T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:07:14.118+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Georgia color=coral&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone! I just want to share with you this cool exercise that my professor, Prof. Orlino Rabago, forwarded to me after the end of our classes last summer. Most of the people close to me how crazy I am about grammar and pronunciation, if not the English language itself. I already tried it and I'm happy to realise that there is still so much to learn. So, go ahead and try it for yourself, friends! Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can pronounce correctly every word in this poem, you will be speaking English better than 90% of the native speakers in the world. After trying the verses, a Frenchman said he’d prefer six months of hard labor to reading six lines aloud. Try them yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bert Christensen’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth and Humor Collection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English Pronunciation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;Dearest creature in creation, study English pronunciation. I will teach you in my verse sounds like corpse, corps, horse, and worse. I will keep you, Suzy, busy, make your head with heat grow dizzy. Tear in eye, your dress will tear. So shall I! Oh hear my prayer. Just compare heart, beard, and heard, dies and diet, lord and word, sword and sward, retain and Britain (Mind the latter, how it’s written). Now I surely will not plague you with such words as plaque and ague. But be careful how you speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;We say actual but victual. Refer does not rhyme with deafer. Pauper does, and zephyr, heifer. Mint, pint, senate and sedate; dull, bull, and George ate late. Scenic, Arabic, Pacific, Science, conscience, scientific. Liberty, library, heave and heaven, Rachel, ache, moustache, eleven. We say hallowed but allowed, people, leopard, towed, but vowed. Mark the differences, moreover, between mover, cover, clover: leeches, breeches, wise, precise, chalice, but police and lice: camel, constable, unstable, principle, disciple, label.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;Petal, panel, and canal, wait, surprise, plait, promise, pal. Worm and storm, chaise, chaos, chair, senator, spectator, mayor. Tour, but our and succor, four, gas, alas, and Arkansas. Sea, idea, Korea, area, psalm, Maria, but malaria. Youth, south, southern, cleanse and clean. Doctrine, turpentine, marine. Compare alien with Italian, dandelion and battalion. Sally with ally, yea, ye, eye, I, ay, aye, whey, and key. Say aver, but ever, fever, neither, leisure, skein, deceiver. Heron, granary, canary. Crevice and device and aerie. Face but preface, not efface. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;Phlegm, phlegmatic, ass, glass, bass. Large, but target, gin, give, verging, ought, out, joust and scour, scourging. Ear, but earn and wear and tear, say break and steak, but bleak and streak; cloven, oven, how and low, script, receipt, show, poem, and toe. Hear me say, devoid of trickery, daughter, laughter, and Terpsichore, typhoid, measles, topsails, aisles, exiles, similes, and reviles; scholar, vicar, and cigar, solar, mica, war and far; one, anemone, Balmoral, kitchen, lichen, laundry, laurel; Gertrude, German, wind and mind. Scene, Melpomene, mankind.&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;Billet does not rhyme with ballet, bouquet, wallet, mallet, chalet, blood and flood are not like food, nor is mould, like should and would. Viscous, viscount, load and broad, toward, to forward, to reward. And the pronunciation’s OK when you correctly say croquet, rounded, wounded, grieve and sieve, friend and fiend, alive and live. Ivy, privy, famous; clamor and enamor rhyme with hammer. River, rival, tomb, bomb, comb. Doll and roll and some and home. Stranger does not rhyme with anger, neither does devour with clangor.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;Souls but foul, haunt but aunt, font, front, wont, want, grand, and grant, shoes, goes, does. Now first say finger, and then singer, ginger, linger, real, zeal, mauve, gauze, gouge and gauge, marriage, foliage, mirage, and age. Query does not rhyme with very, nor does fury sound like bury. Dost, lost, post and doth, cloth, loath. Job, knob,  transom, oath. Though the differences seem little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;Do not rhyme with here but ere. Seven is right, but so is even, hyphen, roughen, nephew, Stephen, monkey, donkey, Turk and jerk, ask, grasp, wasp, and cork and work. Pronunciation (think of Psyche!!! ). Is paling stout and spiky? Won’t it make you lose your wits, writing grouts and saying grits? It’s a dark abyss or tunnel: strewn with stones, stowed, solace, gunwale, Islington and Isle of Wight, housewife, verdict and indict. Finally, which rhymes with enough, though, through, plough, or dough, or cough? Hiccough has the sound of cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advice is to give up !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/9E6DDCA8A37C178BD10D348161AC1D4B.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-6904131917040367780?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/6904131917040367780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=6904131917040367780&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/6904131917040367780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/6904131917040367780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-everyone-i-just-want-to-share.html' title=''/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-6506051019831597669</id><published>2009-06-14T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:24:55.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday greetings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uno Animo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Sunday Special</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Georgia color=coral&gt;We ordered pizza at Jugno’s Monster Pizza last night. The pizza was good and left us all stuffed for the next two weeks. I am thankful that I have the Sun-Mon off, now that I am in the morning shift since I now get to spend time with my family over dinner and movies. I wished this schedule would be mine for good, but, of course, I know I can only wish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Ceasar finally bought the Globe Tattoo prepaid kit and so we can now surf the net from the comforts of our home. The connection can be slow at times but we can still watch videos and download songs with no problem. I can now check my Facebook account and update my blog at home. Guess, I no longer have an excuse to not have the pictures uploaded in my site as soon as possible, but I know my friends, especially my Uno Animo team won’t mind since they’re already used to the delay. &lt;em&gt; Tamad lang talaga ako&lt;/em&gt;. I spent almost five hours surfing the net. &lt;em&gt;At heto, hindi pa rin nagsasawa. Naaaliw talaga ako kasi hindi ko akalain na ayos din naman pala kahit&lt;/em&gt; prepaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceasar and I went to the mall today to hang out and look for a new pair of jeans for him. We took Josine and Kmart with us, to spend some time with them, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there were a lot of people hanging out in the mall, I still found it relaxing to visit my favorite bookstores and window shop for stuff I want to buy in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceasar and I got a pair of jeans and a new shirt respectively. We also bought our favorite Zen Zest scents. Josine bought another shirt for school (it’s her first day of school tomorrow) and a charm bracelet on sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kmart had a blast at the many stores we visited particularly at Fully Booked and Toy Kingdom. It’s so much more difficult to have him along among the crowd as he can easily get lost in the sea of people. It took a lot of energy to run after him or keep up with him whenever he gets excited but it’s all worth it, thinking that in a few years, he may never want to spend time with his Tita. (*sniffs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then had an early dinner at Burger King. As usual, we felt like we couldn’t breathe after eating. (Hahaha!) We decided to hunt for more books to burn some of the calories. We also went looking for a watch. Hopefully, I will have a new one tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re halfway through the month of June and I want to send my birthday wishes to the following people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 8 – Auntie Medy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 9 – Mahmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 10 – Albert Mallorca and Wilbur Quimba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy, happy birthday!! ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 3 days, I’ve been singing the song, “Thinking of You” by Katy Perry almost everywhere. Thanks to Tin. Because of this song, we got to share some of our feelings and it’s a relief to finally have someone understand or at least, listen to what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if actually talking about it helped since I’ve been trying to suppress the feeling and stop entertaining any more thoughts to silly ideas. Every time I feel I’ve gotten over it, there would be times when it would hit me the way it did the first time and I would have to start all over again to gain the confidence I worked so hard for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Tin made me feel like I should really take things slow and not force myself to simply shift from one to the other. I think I really need to be careful about myself as I may end up crazy or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am not making sense now and I won’t force myself to do so. I think I owe to myself to take my time and be kinder to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week ahead of you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/9E6DDCA8A37C178BD10D348161AC1D4B.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-6506051019831597669?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/6506051019831597669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=6506051019831597669&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/6506051019831597669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/6506051019831597669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2009/06/sunday-special.html' title='Sunday Special'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-245516430007435539</id><published>2009-06-13T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T18:49:49.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uno Animo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DVD marathon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chat'/><title type='text'>liking the unlikeable, bearing the unbearable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Georgia color=coral&gt;I’ve watched the TV series, &lt;strong&gt;House&lt;/strong&gt; for a week now and I’m starting to have a huge crush on Hugh Laurie’s character. Dr. Gregory House may be the most cynical and insensitive person I have “known”, but he is the true person in all of us. We all sometimes think the way he does but we are just not that brave to express what we feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His candor endeared him to me. I may find his words a little hurtful (maybe because I am not used to that kind of bluntness) but those words are what most people need since we spend too much time sugarcoating feelings even though we already feel like blowing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am not ready for Dr. House’s kind of honesty but I feel this kind of honesty makes some situations a lot easier to deal with. (right now, I couldn’t think of an example. Anyone?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last December, I said that I’m giving myself two months before I decide if I leave my present job. Guess what’s my decision? CLUE: I’m still here. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, I wasn’t bluffing when I said that then. I just couldn’t think of myself at this point. Of course, I’m part of the reason why I am not resigning. I don’t feel like going through interviews yet. I fear that if I ever answer another question from an initial interview, I might win a title, a crown and a chance to represent our country in a prestigious pageant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I’m starting to feel the stress again. My new teammates are nice and very accommodating. I still get to spend time with my friends (former teammates) during lunch. I just don’t know why I’m feeling this. A migraine is not helping at all. (Kahit hindi ako nagsusuka – sariling version ko to nang migraine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that &lt;a href="http://very-vlicious.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vayie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is gone, I feel like it's getting worse. Today, I was chatting my day away like a zombie, no desire to make any human connection unless I have no idea what I'll be doing with a particular member's concern. I even found myself shedding a few tears here and there whenever I am not looking at myself. I realized my behavior is almost to the point of being pathetic but who cares? I am alone on a Saturday and I feel it's my right to simply wallow in whatever emotions I have. I feel like a lost a part of me and I'm still notm over the loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bluffing when I said I would leave the company. I don't have the guts yet, I can still bear with whatever hell "they" want to throw at us, agents and I still can't feel the kick leaving a bruise. So there!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/9E6DDCA8A37C178BD10D348161AC1D4B.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-245516430007435539?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/245516430007435539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=245516430007435539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/245516430007435539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/245516430007435539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2009/06/liking-unlikeable-bearing-unbearable.html' title='liking the unlikeable, bearing the unbearable'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-1805601820389520439</id><published>2009-06-09T18:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T17:53:04.490+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday greetings'/><title type='text'>Happy birthday, mahmu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Georgia color=coral&gt;It's my mom's birthday today. It's a wonderful reminder of the years she spent with us -- loving us, taking care of, nurturing us and stopping us for doing what we usually want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day is also a reminder of her absence since she went to heaven two years ago. The feeling of losing her is still fresh but the pain seems so far away. Everytime I or we experience hardships, I'm relieved that she's no longer with us today -- to worry about us, to cry or to feel frustrated when she feels helpless. I'm happy that she's out there praying for us and loving us in her own way God has allowed her to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's her turn to be worry-free, just watch us make her proud of how we handle things. I could see her face cringe whenever we make certain decisions but I know that she trusts us that we make them for the best of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still miss her -- a lot! I still do find myself cry at times when I feel alone and talk to her as if she's just right beside me, but in the long run, I am thankful that she's already at peace with herself and with our Creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss our laughter, I miss her fascinating stories and animated expressions. I miss how she takes care of us and how she always makes us feel loved. I miss how she reprimands us over the most trivial of things. I miss shopping for homewares with her. I MISS EVERYTHING ABOUT HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahmu, happy birthday! I miss you a lot. Don't worry, we'll be okay. Thank you for everything. Thank you for loving us always. I love, Ma. Happy birthday!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-1805601820389520439?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/1805601820389520439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=1805601820389520439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/1805601820389520439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/1805601820389520439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-mahmu.html' title='Happy birthday, mahmu!'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-6427531369904656580</id><published>2009-05-22T04:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T17:51:56.684+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chat'/><title type='text'>school's almost done --- YAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Georgia color=coral&gt;I'm almost done with my classes. Only a few more days left to deal with the exams. I'm so nervous. I don't really have that much time to study for all my subjects and I feel that my brain is about to explode due to information overload. It would be such a big relief to go through them without any problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a call from Mitch, my supervisor regarding my new RDs. I will still be on the same shift, i.e. 10pm-7am with Thu and Friday as my RDs. I have no complains about it since I will still be working on weekends (which I like since there are less people on the floor). I just hope there is still a chance for me to be on the morning shift soon. I jus miss being with my sister and my nephew (of course, with Csar too) in the evening, just watching TV/DVDs or whatever. The idea to live a "normal" life for a couple of months is something that I always look forward to as it helps me get through the two months of GY shift. It is what I call the light at the end of a tunnel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with how things are going in the office, that little hope is slowly fading away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank Sir Mark for being so accommodating in changing my transition off from Tuesday to Monday, but all my hugs go to Kuya Luck who gave way. He gave me his Monday transition off and will be working 6 days straight so I have the time to prepare for a big day. Thank you, Kuya Luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so sad to hear that some people would not accommodate two people's wishes for their own convenience. I may not understand the job that they do because I am not in their position but is it really that difficult to be considerate in this industry? It's not like they asked her to move mountains. I'm sure she can make the necessary adjustments, after all, it's not like she's going to coach that person everyday. She just doesn't want to. As we often say in Filipino, &lt;em&gt;kung gusto, may paraan; kung ayaw, may dahilan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed at how this world seems to be coming to. Powertripping is like an "in" thing these days. I always wonder why power is given to those who CANNOT handle it. Some people tend to forget that they are dealing with people not just with metrics and product knowledge and quality to be maintained or obtained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes forget that Kmart is growing up. I think I will forever be in denial that he will soon be a young man leading his own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always expect me or Csar to bring home something for him like a large tumbler of iced tea or a chocolate bar. He would be show us a sad face (sad puppy dog eyes and pouty lips) when we don't have anything for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been like this for the past couple of weeks for some reason I don't know. He was never like this -- demanding. Hahaha! Yesterday, I decided to bring him something. I stopped by at the Hi-Top supermarket after class to buy him one of his favorites -- Hello Panda biscuits. He was so happy and all giddy. (Yes, Vayie, Kmart is a giddy kid too, but please note that Tita Jen is way &lt;em&gt;giddier&lt;/em&gt;). =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched TV while he happily munched on the treat. RJ, Josine and I were talking about how are we going to celebrate Kmart's 3rd birthday. No big party yet for Kmart, since most of our friends don't have kids that we can invite should we have a children's birthday. We'll just save the idea when Kmart is already in school. Hopefully, he'll have classmates and friends his age. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, going back to the discussion we're having about Kmart's birthday, I already volunteered that I will buy Kmart a cake for his birthday. To our surprise, he suddenly blurted out: "Salamat!" I found it really sweet that I immediately gave him a big hug. &lt;em&gt;Siyempre, medyo naiiyak pa ako. Ang&lt;/em&gt; sweet &lt;em&gt;talaga ng pampangkin ko.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-6427531369904656580?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/6427531369904656580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=6427531369904656580&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/6427531369904656580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/6427531369904656580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2009/05/schools-almost-done-yay.html' title='school&apos;s almost done --- YAY!'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-1122967072535679843</id><published>2009-04-30T05:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T18:27:24.542+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional turmoils'/><title type='text'>To a friend, in agony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Georgia color=coral&gt;How do you teach someone to love and teach yourself not to love that person anymore? How do you love a person who doesn't want to take that risk of loving you with no guarantees? How do you love a person who says he loves you but is scared to be responsible for your feelings? How do you let go of someone who leaves you to fate and not fight for what he feels for you? How do you let go of someone whom you love more than he loves you? How do you stop yourself to love someone who doesn't want to throw caution to the wind? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The logical answer would be to let him go, right? But do you use logic when you love a person? Well, you know you should but that doesn't seem to work most of the time, does it? However, there's a pull of an unknown gravity towards that person who you should've let go ages ago. That doesn't seem to ring true at all, too. You stay because you want to. You love that person because you love him - no matter how painful and frustrating loving him is. Or is it because we, human beings (or at least, most of us, putting it mildly) are masochists by nature? We deal with pain as if it is a reward or we are getting a reward by dealing with it. OR this is just one of the mysteries of love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it right to doubt such love when the person refuses to feel "responsible" for the other person's feelings? Is it right to think less of that love when one asks for guarantees? Do you put less effort when the other leaves you to fate? Would you still love that person with the same intensity and passion regardless of how the other chooses to love you and deal with the feelings he has for you? Or are you just like that person who is asking for a guarantee, a promise that they will wait for you or will love you no matter what happens? Do you just prefer hearing those words rather than face the reality of all possibilities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever loved this way before? Have you ever felt so helpless and powerful at the same time? Helpless that you simply entrust your heart to someone who leaves you to fate; but powerful enough to go through the pain and fear and still love him unconditionally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is torn apart by the fact that you can't make him do anything else. You don't have the heart to make him do something that he doesn't want to. It would be like being with a stranger if it comes to that. All that's left to do is to make him understand where you're coming from. Yet, you are disturbed because you need to make a choice -- for yourself, for your own sanity. It's normal you'd feel guilty thinking of the easy way out, but you know deep inside you, it's the right thing to do. I know this is not a walk in the park to decide on something like this. This could mean you're letting go of someone you want to spend the rest of your life with or you're opening your world to a life that's more promising and fulfilling than you could ever imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would've been easier if you just heard him say: &lt;em&gt;"it's not going to work, sweetheart. Let's move on."&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;"let's make this work. It won't be easy but I'm willing to take that leap of faith with you."&lt;/em&gt; Either way, he will make a choice and it would be easier for you to decide for yourself. But here you are now, trying your best to make a choice with your heart in HIS hand. Every moment spent with him is heaven and torture because you'll never know if each could be the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you're a fool, but you're not. At least, I think that you aren't. I know you're trying your hardest to turn your back on this love but love chose you. I just hope you'd remember that you do have the right to choose and may you find the strength to make one soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may not feel the sense of urgency that this situation calls for but I know it is important that you get this over with. Have faith in yourself. Believe you will make the right choice for yourself, for your future. Please go to where your happiness is. We may not be living in a world of fairy tales, but that shouldn't stop you from making your life one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, while you are in agony, please remember you are allowed to cry heart out and I hope this song to help you do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever loved somebody so much&lt;br /&gt;It makes you cry&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever needed something so bad&lt;br /&gt;You can't sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried to find the words&lt;br /&gt;But they don't come out right&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever, have you ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in love&lt;br /&gt;Been in love so bad&lt;br /&gt;You'd do anything to make them understand&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had someone steal your heart away&lt;br /&gt;You'd give anything to make them feel the same&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever searched for words to get you in their heart&lt;br /&gt;But you don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;And you don't know where to start&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever found the one&lt;br /&gt;You've dreamed of all of your life&lt;br /&gt;You'd do just about anything to look into their eyes&lt;br /&gt;Have you finally found the one you've given your heart to&lt;br /&gt;Only to find that one won't give their heart to you&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever closed your eyes and&lt;br /&gt;Dreamed that they were there&lt;br /&gt;And all you can do is wait for the day when they will care&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I gotta do to get you in my arms baby&lt;br /&gt;What do I gotta say to get to your heart&lt;br /&gt;To make you understand how I need you next to me&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get you in my world&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz baby I can't sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-1122967072535679843?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/1122967072535679843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=1122967072535679843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/1122967072535679843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/1122967072535679843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-friend-in-agony.html' title='To a friend, in agony'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-1201018787623441719</id><published>2009-04-17T01:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T18:23:33.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chupchoppy'/><title type='text'>55th monthsary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Georgia color=coral&gt;HAPPY MONTHSARY, BUBI PACHIEZ! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-1201018787623441719?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/1201018787623441719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=1201018787623441719&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/1201018787623441719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/1201018787623441719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2009/04/monthsary.html' title='55th monthsary'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-1159184183231902105</id><published>2009-04-17T01:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T18:26:12.944+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fill-ins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chat'/><title type='text'>**sigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Georgia color=coral&gt;As usual, I am in my work station. Fresh from  my off, I am not in any mood to socialize with my teammates. I just greeted Kuya Rico, Mitch and Vayie when I arrived, went to my station and started setting up my tools - in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad my teammates are now used to how I am when I am here in the office. They no longer ask me if there's something wrong whenever I stay in the "secluded" part of the bay. They now understand that I prefer working in silence. I am no longer misinterpreted. Of course, I do interact with them, every now and then. I laugh when I find something or someone funny. I always have a smile to spare whenever I see my teammates at the pantry, by the lockers or before I go home. I just prefer working this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...reading my friends' blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...eating Jollibee's Nacho Overload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...hanging out at National Bookstore for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...singing in a choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...teaching grammar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crave for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...TomatoKick's pesto pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...nacho cheddar popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...a Biggie-sized lite iced tea from Wendy's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...a Bacon Cheeseburger double decker from Domino's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...chocolate cake from Julie's bakeshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to see Josine graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...for people who don't have respect for other people's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to catch the next Harry Potter movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to see Kmart on his first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________ is hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wentworth Miller...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigoli's red pepper sauce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig David's Insomnia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aerosmith's video, "Amazing"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel Locsin's F&amp;H summer billboard in Guadalupe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations and best wishes to Kuya Dom and Ate Shiela who got married last Tuesday, April 14th at the Our Lady of Mt. Carmel Parish in Project 6, Quezon City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is... FINALLY!! Heheheh. Kidding aside, I'm very happy for you and I love you both. I wish you love and happiness, strength and wisdom in doing God's work , now as husband and wife.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-1159184183231902105?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/1159184183231902105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=1159184183231902105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/1159184183231902105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/1159184183231902105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2009/04/sigh.html' title='**sigh'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-7954807681110922082</id><published>2009-04-13T02:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T18:30:21.599+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Well-being'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uno Animo'/><title type='text'>turmoil and tranquility</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=georgia color=coral&gt;I went to church to attend mass for the first time in a very long time and I'm glad I did. The priest gave a good homily. No politics, no socio-economic problems mentioned. It was all about what the new tomorrow brings -- hope, opportunity and freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years, after the incident that almost cost me my life and my family, I've been contented in communicating with God through prayers. I feel unworthy being in His "presence", that I never felt comfortable to any church at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attending the mass yesterday was the first of hopefully, many visits I will make. I am grateful God gave me the strength to overcome my doubt, guilt and fears. The homily confirmed the path I am taking and I am thankful that He continues to guide me in everything I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home with peace and gratitude in my heart. I can feel my mom smiling down at me. As a devout Catholic, she wanted me to go back to church, but as my mom, she understood why I couldn't take that step then. Now, I did it. I hope she's a little happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My newfound peace was challenged and I failed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I admitted in one of my latest entries that I am unhappy and that I still remember the people who were responsible for this, but that doesn't mean I spend most of my waking moments here at work looking for a way to get even with them. I am doing a great job believing that they no longer exist and am now used to the fact that their feelings no longer matter to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this one - she's really pushing me to the limit. She still takes things personal and she uses her position to make things go her way. She was successful in making most people believe that she was the victim and now she's on the loose again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I still feel sad that our relationship ended up from being something to nothing. I no longer consider her a person who can be trusted and respected. I have nothing for her except disgust and disbelief when she does something directed to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand she's concern about her agents meeting their stats but that doesn't mean she should directly blame my short visits to my former teammates' stations to be the reason. Did she not consider other factors leading to such results?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kapag kayo ang nakikinabang, ayos lang na baluktutin ang mga patakaran dito. Pero pag nasa katwiran naman ang mga hiling ng ahente, kahit umiyak nang dugo, hindi ninyo pagbibigyan at kukwestyunin nyo pa ang pagpapahalaga nito sa trabaho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katulad ng nangyari sa kaibigan ko. Inabutan siya ng malakas na ulan nung paluwas na siya ng Maynila galing sa probinsya niya nung&lt;/em&gt; off &lt;em&gt;niya. Tumawag siya at hiniling na kung pwede i-&lt;/em&gt;adjust &lt;em&gt;yung&lt;/em&gt; schedule &lt;em&gt;niya dahil siguradong mahuhuli siya sa pagpasok dahil baha sa mga kalsadang dadaaanan niya. Hindi ninyo pinagbigyan, kaya pinili na lang niyang hindi pumasok&lt;/em&gt; so he filed for an EL. &lt;em&gt;Nagkaroon ng usapan kung kelan ba pwedeng magpaayos ng&lt;/em&gt; schedule &lt;em&gt;at ang nakuha pa ng kaibigan ko, sermon dahil hindi siya naging propesyonal. Yun ang pananaw ng mga taong ito sa situwasyon na yon at hindi ko kokontrahin yun kasi opinyon nila yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon, nung sila na ang magpapakain kasi naubos na ang&lt;/em&gt; emails, &lt;em&gt; o dahil galing sila sa bakasyon at gusto nilang magkuwento, binabago nila agad yung&lt;/em&gt; schedule and punches to accommodate these.  Nice one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now she told my friend that she (my friend) should stop talking to me while answering emails because she's not meeting her metrics and she warned my friend by saying she doesn't want it to reach the point where she will have to talk to me about this because I am now under a different supervisor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since when did she ever have the guts to talk to me? Please!!!! Whatever her real intentions and reasons are for making a big deal out of my short visits, I hope it's making her really happy. After all, she couldn't expect others to give her that because I don't think there's anyone at work who genuinely likes her. We used to but things have CHANGED. I can never bring someone into my life who breathes lies, hypocrisy and deception. I prefer spend my time with people who may not be perfect or SOFT-SPOKEN but who at least have the decency to be honest about who they are and their feelings. I don't want to spend my time watching my back. Plus I don't want to be around a person so sensitive that I have to watch every word I say with fear that I might offend her in the simplest remarks I make. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been good follower but I am no all goody-two-shoes. I am giddy (or so Vayie says) but I get angry too. I fight back when I need to. I speak up when I feel someone is being stubborn. I can also be cruel and disrespectful, you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she wants to be respected, she should be brave enough to be honest, be decent enough to be professional and be honest &amp; responsible enough to admit mistakes and shortcomings. If she can't do any of these, she should stay out of my business and out of my way. Actually, I just want her out of my life - she's miserable and she finds joy in making others as miserable as her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHANGE TOPIC! (Whew..) I only slept for 3 hours after I came home from work. I had to wake up around lunchtime because we will be visiting my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch at Dada's place to celebrate Easter together and because my Dad will leave again for Albay for a job he took after his early retirement. We had beef caldereta, fried &lt;em&gt;galunggong&lt;/em&gt;, bicol express and &lt;em&gt;laing&lt;/em&gt;. It was a yummy feast, thanks to my Dad and Tita Liza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already felt sleepy after eating but the afternoon heat is too overwhelming for a power nap. I had no choice but to watch the ASAP'08 reruns. Watching the show for almost two hours, I realised how much I like Sarah Geronimo, Shaina Magdayao, Maja Salvador, Nikki Gil, Iya Villania and Toni Gonzaga; Piolo Pascual, Rayver Cruz and Billy Crawford that much and that I find them &lt;em&gt;nakakaaliw&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not feeling well. Migraine and acid peptic disease. Been to the clinic three times, still no sign of the nurse. *sigh&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-7954807681110922082?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/7954807681110922082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=7954807681110922082&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/7954807681110922082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/7954807681110922082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2009/04/turmoil-and-tranquility.html' title='turmoil and tranquility'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-4078065251395369154</id><published>2009-04-12T02:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T18:33:07.984+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uno Animo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creative juices'/><title type='text'>"ho-hum" in the office</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Georgia color=coral&gt;Despite all these years attempting to be a songwriter, I was only able to finish one composition, lyrics and all, with the help of my one only &lt;em&gt;Bubi pachiez&lt;/em&gt;, Csar. To my friends, this song is soooo 2007. I just checked my old &lt;a href="http://ieni.blogspot.com/2007_06_20_archive.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;entry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; when I first shared it here and found that the words changed a lot when Csar put the melody to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's kinda &lt;em&gt;makulit&lt;/em&gt; to keep posting certain stuff with a little difference but please understand that I consider this as my first baby in music. I always admit that I am not a good composer since most of the songs I write ended up being essays. That's why this song is considered a milestone. Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank Cacai, Tetay and Tin for listening to this song back when we were still on the 26th floor of EBP. I appreciate your enthusiasm and feedback then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN NEVER BE MINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment of laughter&lt;br /&gt;A secret smile&lt;br /&gt;A brush of your hand&lt;br /&gt;laidback afternoon&lt;br /&gt;The slightest touch&lt;br /&gt;Hours to last forever&lt;br /&gt;These things I shared with you can never be mine&lt;br /&gt;can never be yours, can never be ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to this moment&lt;br /&gt;and never let go&lt;br /&gt;could never be, you and I both know&lt;br /&gt;(you and I both know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears flowing&lt;br /&gt;My heart is breaking&lt;br /&gt;Silence deafening&lt;br /&gt;My love awaiting&lt;br /&gt;desperately hoping&lt;br /&gt;the pain I will endure&lt;br /&gt;So just let me have you this time&lt;br /&gt;since tomorrow can never be mine...&lt;br /&gt;can never be yours and mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to this moment&lt;br /&gt;and never let go&lt;br /&gt;could never be, you and I both know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This memory will linger 'til &lt;br /&gt;my heart stops beating for your name&lt;br /&gt;Til my eyes no longer cry for this&lt;br /&gt;Love that can never be ours,&lt;br /&gt;That can never be yours and mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to this moment&lt;br /&gt;and never let go&lt;br /&gt;could never be, you and I both know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instrumental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to this moment&lt;br /&gt;and never let go&lt;br /&gt;could never be, you and I both know&lt;br /&gt;We could never have this moment&lt;br /&gt;we need to let go&lt;br /&gt;coz it could never be&lt;br /&gt;this could never be mine&lt;br /&gt;could never be yours and mine.&lt;br /&gt;It could never be yours and mine,&lt;br /&gt;will never be yours and mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dada (my daddy) arrived from Bicol last Friday. We will have lunch at his place today to celebrate Easter Sunday as a family since he'll be leaving for Bicol again on Monday. Too bad, Csar won't be joining us. He will be attending a &lt;em&gt;fiesta&lt;/em&gt; in Tayuman with his supervisor and his teammates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone, Happy Easter! The hunt for the colorful eggs is on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of egg-hunting, we have one in the office. If only I have the energy or at least, the enthusiasm to join the fun (when was I ever after the office fun!?), I wouldn't mind looking for an egg around the office to win the prizes like the Nokia phone, the GE slimline telephones and the Ayala Mall GCs, but since I don't, let's just leave it to those who do and who are lucky. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vayie, I tried one of your shared blog tricks here in this entry! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-4078065251395369154?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/4078065251395369154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=4078065251395369154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/4078065251395369154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/4078065251395369154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2009/04/ho-hum-in-office.html' title='&quot;ho-hum&quot; in the office'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-4990225787731599984</id><published>2009-04-11T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T18:35:12.231+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlfriends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>A generally good Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Georgia color=coral&gt;I got a call from a college friend who is now living in Singapore. She is one of the few people I became close with despite the little time I get to spend in school after classes because of my tutorial job. We lost touch when she left school without any notice. Her old number's no longer active and her Friendster account abandoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to hear that she is now married to a Singaporean and is a mother to Shawn who will be turning two on  July 11. She will be coming back here in the Philippines either on the last week of May or on the first week of June. She said she'll be staying here a little longer than her last visit since she wants her son to celebrate his birthday with her relatives and friends this time. That means we will have the time to catch up on things. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard this crazy news in the office. We are no longer allowed to bring beverages inside the production floor even if we are using spill-proof mugs/tumblers. All we can drink is water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great! Good luck to those who need a kick of caffeine just to get through the graveyard shift. &lt;em&gt;Wala na yata talagang magawa ang ibang tao sa amin. Bagot na sila sa kanilang trabaho. Pati iinumin namin, pinanghihimasukan na nila.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pen and paper policy. It's understandable if it is for the security of the whole account, why not. &lt;em&gt;Pero&lt;/em&gt; TISSUE PAPER?! Helloooo! &lt;em&gt;Kahit tumutulo na ang sipon at parang Malabanan na kung suminghot ang mga ahente, bawal pa rin ang&lt;/em&gt; tissue. The administrators should really do some serious thinking, because they appear to be NOT thinking at all and they are not making any sense. If they want to make sense, the least they could is explain why we are not allowed to do this and that. After all, we are not servants who should blindly heed to the whims of our "masters".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this girl on the floor. I find her pretty with her long, flowing brown hair and slim waist like an Japanese anime character. Then I saw her by the elevator, chewing something like there's no tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hindi pala siya ganun kaganda..&lt;/em&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josine is back again from a 5-day vacation in Pangasinan and Baguio. I definitely missed her and her funny antics. Too bad, Kmart just left with his mom to spend what's left of the Holy Week with his "ate" and his mom's relatives. &lt;em&gt;Malungkot tuloy si&lt;/em&gt; Josine, excited &lt;em&gt;pa man din siyang umuwi kasi akala niya, may ma-bu-&lt;/em&gt; bully &lt;em&gt;daw siya pag-uwi niya.&lt;/em&gt; Looks like Kmart was one step ahead of her. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate (Kmart's mom) was thoughtful enough to ask me if I want to get my flu vaccine in their office. Since I was diagnosed and hospitalized for acute bronchitis last January, my doctor advised me to get myself vaccinated for flu as this would help prevent acute bronchitis from coming back. It is not covered by our healthcare provider. The last time I asked, you could get the vaccine for Php800, but through the program that Kate's company, their HMO and GSK have, we will get the vaccine for only Php350. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I will also have the slot for the cervical cancer vaccine as well. Kate said it will only cose Php1650/shot for a total of 3 shots within 6 months. That's over 60% savings since it cost around Php6000-Php7000 per shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this article:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.philstar.com/Article.aspx?articleId=419193&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-4990225787731599984?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/4990225787731599984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=4990225787731599984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/4990225787731599984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/4990225787731599984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2009/04/generally-good-friday.html' title='A generally good Friday'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-6811261482418209969</id><published>2009-04-10T06:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T18:38:36.706+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movietime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ptere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chupchoppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday greetings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uno Animo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foodtrip'/><title type='text'>another lazy entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Georgia color=coral&gt;As usual, I'm too tired (or lazy) to write a decent blog entry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I would like to apologise to my Uno Animo teammates. No pictures yet from our get-together last March 30. I know the pics I have are not a lot but I know you love to see them too. When I have the time (yeah, right!), I will post them in Facebook and our yahoogroups site. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a presentation (uh-huh) of the things I've done, been doing, will be doing and would've wanted to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had dinner with my bessy, Gran a few days after he got back from his Asian tour. He got me a bag, a couple of keychains and a fridge magnet from Singapore. What a thoughtful sweetheart! The pictures he and JB took of Singapore, Malaysia and Thailand were amazing, but the stories he told were hilarious. =) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Uno Animo (Alex, Cacai, Dustin, Febe, RJ, Tetay, Vayie and me) and Grumpig (Milo) had merienda/dinner at Dad's Glorietta last March 30, Monday/payday. Tin was missing in action but for a valid reason so she's forgiven. =P We also met Cacai's boyfriend, Ivan. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;As you already know, Tita Tess, Tito Josal, Inna and Iris arrived from Canada last March to attend the funeral and burial of Tito Josal's father, Mr. Bartolome del Castillo, Jr. in Bicol. They are now in Baguio with my Tita Bebot, my cousins Andrea and Camille, my sister, Josine, my brother, Joshua and my niece, Nikki. I was supposed to join them but work got in the way. (What's new?!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I watched the movie , "Race to Witch Mountain" with Bubi. The plot was predictable but the characters were entertaining. &lt;/li&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Csar and I learned that tea latte tastes awful - the hard way. It is a rarity that I would dare try something new and it was not a good experience. =(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to a bookstore sale and found this cool dictionary from Oxford: The Official Dictionary of the Unofficial English. It was on sale for Php150, but wasn't able to get it -- found that I only have Php110 in my pocket and didn't have my ATM card with me. Bummer! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would like to greet my bessy, Apol a very happy birthday (April 7). I wish we could see her soon and spend loads of time with her since she's been working for the last year - almost nonstop.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Birthday wishes also goes to my gradeschool friend, Ivylaine (April 6), my supervisor Mitch (April 7) and my ex-boyfriend, Cerwin (April 8) and to a baby sister, April Adap (April 9) who is now a wife and a mother to a beautiful family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;These are the songs that I just love listening to these days: I Stay in Love (Mariah Carey), Heaven Sent (Keyshia Cole), Insomniac (Craig David), One Step at a Time (Jordin Sparks), More to Life (Stacie Orrico), Forever &amp; Because of You (Boyce Avenue version). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Csar and I did our best to catch the movie, "Knowing" (starring Nicholas Cage) together and we did. We found it interesting as subtly showed the unity of faith and science in our lives. The movie looked like a blockbuster movie in the making. I've seen a few movies these past months and I've never seen a cinema this packed since Harry Potter and Twilight. With or without the hype, it was worth it. The movie will leave you thinking.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Before we watched "Knowing", Csar and I had lunch at Bigoli's (Trinoma), an Italian restaurant Tetay and I "discovered" (from a clickthecity.com review) while looking for a nice place where we can hold the Mean Girls' little get-together with our former supervisor, Spawn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigoli's has this new promo: Eat-All-You-Can Pizza for Php199 only. The price includes a refillable drink. Eat the most number of pizza slices will earn you a place in their Hall of Fame and a shirt. So far, a Nursing student from UST, "Jogar" Garcia holds the record for eating 25 slices of pizza. Beat that! But remember, this promo is only available between 10am-2pm everyday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I dropped by at the Fully Booked Gateway Mall branch and National Bookstore Superbranch last Monday. I got a couple of stuff added  to my wishlist: an LED slim book light and a red grab bag (super cute) which I want to buy this coming payday. I also passed by the Girbaud store and I found the three most adorable bags I have ever seen since I visited the store last Christmas. I hope I will have the extra cash to take at least one of those cuties home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will soon be seeing my ex-boyfriend who I haven't seen in a decade. (Yup, he's the forgetful ex. hehehe) We still haven't agreed on the details because of my crazy schedule. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll be taking Education classes starting April 13. My classes will be from 9am-1pm, Mondays to Fridays. I'm so excited! It'll be a little bit tough since I will be attending my classes after my work shift at 7am, but I welcome the challenge because finally I'll be doing something beyond the walls of the office. That doesn't mean you will be seeing me more relaxed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-6811261482418209969?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/6811261482418209969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=6811261482418209969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/6811261482418209969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/6811261482418209969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-lazy-entry.html' title='another lazy entry'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-6022598327597278486</id><published>2009-04-10T02:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:26:27.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alone but not lonely, maybe unhappy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Georgia color=coral&gt;Today must be one of those days when I have little patience for some people around me here in the office. I am unhappy and pressured. These feelings are overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm unhappy -- because of some people at work. I am blessed to be part of a team that is composed of people who are friendly and helpful. I mean they are wonderful - period. BUT there are some people who can be really annoying. They think they're funny and entertaining but they're NOT. They're just a bunch of nuisance who think they are making other people's lives at work better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like working in a noisy environment. I hate idle talks. I don't like people who likes having conversations with others just for the sake of having a conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pressure at work is not making me any happier and is leaving me with a feeling of being stuck with something I have no control over. I want to be an asset to the team. They may not be my friends, they may not understand or know where I'm coming from, but I still want to contribute to the success of the team. That desire does add to the pressure. I try not to let that get to me but it does. It's hard when you are not working with people who you consider your good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a spectator, you may see me as too attached or sentimental at some point. It seems I am not handling this change in a mature kind of way. It's been 5 months since I was transferred to a different queue but the feeling of protest has not changed. I may have accepted the fact that I am no longer part of the team that I care so much about but somehow, my heart screams for justice. I know my presence (along with Vayie's and Khim's) will forever haunt those people responsible for this unjust action. The joy and satisfaction they find in making lives miserable will soon eat their souls empty and left with nothing. Their idea of respect from other people will remain an idea or an imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I should've moved on. Whenever I feel unhappy about work, I shouldn't blame those people who put me here. I KNOW THAT! Then, again, today is ONE of those days and I will not deprive myself of this kind of therapy. If this will make me feel a little bit better, then I will indulge in this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first place, I wouldn't be here if not for them. I didn't have to fight back if they just chose to let us be. I wouldn't have to be around annoying people most of the time if I was still with Uno Animo. If not for them, I would still have the chance to be silent without being misunderstood or misinterpreted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that I will never like the people that I now work with. I'm just saying that it will take some time before I'll get used to their personalities and vice-versa. I don't feel superior/inferior when I'm with them. I just love being with myself MOST of the time.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-6022598327597278486?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/6022598327597278486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=6022598327597278486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/6022598327597278486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/6022598327597278486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2009/04/alone-but-not-lonely-maybe-unhappy.html' title='alone but not lonely, maybe unhappy'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-8004351241593402967</id><published>2009-03-27T13:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T13:19:04.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parang mobile phone lang..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=trebuchet color=pink&gt;Tita Tess, Tito Josal and my cousins, Inna and Iris arrived yesterday from Canada to attend the funeral and burial of Tito Josal's father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The death of a loved-one is never easy regardless if one died young or old. Parting from someone who brought so much love, wisdom and strength in your life will always be a bittersweet moment for those left behind. Still, it offers an opportunity to spend time with the people who mean so much to us and count every blessing that comes your way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my mom died, I felt all my wounds healed and the scars disappeared. Hating people who've hurt me in the past seemed insignificant and forgiveness was the only way to go. I accepted the challenge of accepting the faults of others as if they were my own and I've embraced a role that I'm uncertain I can ever give justice to. Yet, my mom's death -- her absence left me no other choice -- left me the best choice -- to open my heart to life's mysteries and surprises and enjoy the ride along with the bumps. As far as I can remember, I only shed tears whenever I miss my mom and wish that she is still beside me to help me. Her loving memory inspires me to live life to the fullest, dance like no one is watching and love like I've never loved before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next two weeks, I want to spend as much time with my cousins and of course, Tita Tess and Tita Bebot. This may mean that I will get less sleep but a "life" outside the office is very tempting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I DO have a life. I still have the time to do the things that I like to do. I watch my favorite TV series for hours, read a book, eat, catch a movie, window shop and sleep. It's just that eversince I was transferred to the chat queue, I never really had the energy to do something "ACTIVE". I often spend my weekends at home. I just send messages to most of my friends just to let them know that I am still breathing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, these two weeks will be the start of many weeks that I will have the strength to go out there and reconnect with people other than my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the Uno Animo reunion will push through this Monday, March 30th at Dad's Glorietta. What a great way to spend a payday  -- fun with great friends over good food (hopefully with a cute toy in hand). Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**watch out for the reunion pics at Vayie's blog. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might take a few classes this summer while my sister, Josine is on vacation. I want to see if I can still study while working. I know the biggest challenge would be time management and discipline. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hope I could still pass for a student. (Trivial, I know.) It would be really embarrassing if the class would think I AM the professor. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't chicken out, I might get another ear piercing this April. It's been 6 years since I last had the upper part of my right ear pierced when emotional pain was too much and physical pain was a refuge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am, most of the time, giddy (according to Vayie), I now know that I have low tolerance for pain and fear of needles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the fact that I couldn't get a tattoo (my dad and my boyfriend would definitely be the first people to be upset), the idea of a needle piercing a section of my body hundreds of times and leaving a permanent work of art (unless, you have the smackaroos to have it remove ala-Claudine Barretto) brings the fascination and the desire to a halt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I suddenly wanted to get a piercing but I am sure I want to. I am not making sense wanting it so I guess I'll just cross my fingers that I'll chicken out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-8004351241593402967?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/8004351241593402967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=8004351241593402967&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/8004351241593402967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/8004351241593402967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2009/03/parang-mobile-phone-lang.html' title='Parang mobile phone lang..'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-2694432945792093642</id><published>2009-02-23T11:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T11:29:38.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday special</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=trebuchet color=pink&gt;I'm scared. I think I'm coming down with something and it is almost similar to the one I had last January which caused me to be hospitalized for almost three days. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been worried about this since Saturday but my doctor is only available every morning during weekdays. Since I am at work from 6am-3pm, I can only have myself checked by Tuesday, which is thankfully tomorrow because I really don't feel good anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forced myself to come to work today eventhough I am not feeling well because I don't want to be ineligible to have VLs in March as per our account's policy (which by the way, most of the people in the office find so unfair).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here I am, having a hard time breathing while trying my best to minimize the noise I make in the office. I hope I can make it through the day without making a scene or causing inconvenience on others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceasar and I went to Trinoma yesterday to watch Gran Torino. Ceasar won a couple of privilege passes to the mall's cinema from work. I wish we have that kind of incentives of prizes to keep us motivated. (That's another story.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way to the cinema, we passed by this store called Holy Land. It's anything but holy since this is not a stall for religious artifacts but it is for beauty products made from the Dead Sea. Yes, you heard me right. I got to try it last January at The Block when I was helping Tin to find a Twilight paperback. The products are amazing! The body scrub, mud pack and moisturizer felt divine on my skin. Unfortunately, they are too expensive for me. But it's not just the products that made me remember this unique stall. The person who made me try these stuff was a hot Israeli -- he looked good and smelled good. &lt;em&gt;Ayayay!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, having such a pleasant experience from the Holy Land guy at The Block, I just didn't expect someone hotter than him but I did and he is in Trinoma yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas guwapo talaga siya! Seryoso, hindi&lt;/em&gt; OA. &lt;em&gt;Lahat na nilalapitan niyang babae&lt;/em&gt; for a demo just find themselves blushing, walking really fast and taking a second look at the hot guy. &lt;em&gt;Haay, tama na nga, mukah na akong manyak.&lt;/em&gt; Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Gran Torino last night. It was definitely a movie with a heart - a big heart at that. I couldn't think of another guy who would best play the character of Walt Kowalzki. Clint Eastwood made the right decision to take this movie under his wing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought a Clint Eastwood movie would make everybody cry. &lt;em&gt;Lahat ng tao, pati mga lalaki umiyak talaga&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;em&gt;Tinatawanan ko pa yung mga taong lumabas sa sinehan &lt;/em&gt;before our scheduled screening &lt;em&gt;kasi hindi ko nga ini&lt;/em&gt;-expect &lt;em&gt;na maiiyak ka kung si&lt;/em&gt; Clint Eastwood &lt;em&gt;ang bida. Pero isa ako sa mga lumabas ng sinehan na luhaan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Basta! &lt;/em&gt;You should watch this movie. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, &lt;em&gt;nakatikim na ako ng&lt;/em&gt; Krispy Kreme donuts! &lt;em&gt;Ang&lt;/em&gt; verdict?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas masarap pa rin&lt;/em&gt; Dunkin' Donuts. Hehehehe...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-2694432945792093642?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/2694432945792093642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=2694432945792093642&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/2694432945792093642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/2694432945792093642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunday-special.html' title='sunday special'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-7725504168726113670</id><published>2009-02-21T10:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:17:56.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buti na lang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=trebuchet color=pink&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para sa 'yo...Kung nagbabasa ka man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Buti na lang, aklat lang ang nakuha ko,&lt;br /&gt;Na binigay mo sa akin nung tingin mo mahal mo pa ako.&lt;br /&gt;Buti na lang, hindi mo nabili yung mamahaling bagay na yun,&lt;br /&gt;baka hindi lang insulto ang nakuha ko sa yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako makapaniwala sa aking narinig,&lt;br /&gt;inisip mo na tinatangi kita?&lt;br /&gt;Sana'y nagbibiro ka lang nun,&lt;br /&gt;dahil sa umpisa pa lang, sinabi ko na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ay hindi ko maaaring mahalin,&lt;br /&gt;Nang higit pa sa kapatid na turing.&lt;br /&gt;Pasensiya na kung ikaw ay nalito,&lt;br /&gt;iningatan ko lang na huwag masaktan ang puso mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa bandang huli, nawala ring saysay&lt;br /&gt;ang pag-iingat sa kaibigan&lt;br /&gt;Ang pagmamahal na alay&lt;br /&gt;para sa yo'y kulang, sa aki'y kalabisan.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOW!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-7725504168726113670?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/7725504168726113670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=7725504168726113670&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/7725504168726113670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/7725504168726113670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2009/02/buti-na-lang.html' title='Buti na lang'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-5610160934447873724</id><published>2009-02-20T08:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T09:04:43.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=trebuchet color=pink&gt;Just want to let you know that I'm still here. I just didn't have the time to keep my blog up-to-date since my last entry which I think I made while I was still in training for chat with Vayie and Kim.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the things that happened/thoughts I had in the past 3 months:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tin gave me an eBay pin. (Thanks, Tin! Love it and I love you more!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finally have my very own Twilight Saga collection in my arms. Thanks to Tetay! I had another reason to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I already spent a Christmas Eve in the office for the first time and it was an agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I felt like leaving this job that I came to love (because of the people I work with - Uno Animo) because of people who thought they knew better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank God for my friends (Uno Animo), they gave me enough reasons to stay ~ their friendship and their sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;RJ, Josine and I visited my mom last December 30th. We had fun. It's like sharing stories with our mom the way we used to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got myself a planner this year -- to help me manage my time and money and organize the things that need my attention. (But I always end up doing things a week &lt;strong&gt;AFTER&lt;/strong&gt; -- talk about procrastination)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ceasar gave me a new bag and new coin purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I promised myself I will add color to my life this year -- more color to my clothes, stuff, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm so fond of Black this year -- &lt;em&gt;Black purse, black bag, black umbrella, black brush&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I bought Ceasar a new messenger bag and 3 pairs of socks -- &lt;em&gt;ayoko nang makita yung&lt;/em&gt; bag &lt;em&gt;niya na hindi niya mabitawan dahil nabili lang daw niya yun sa ukay-ukay sa halagang singkwenta pesos&lt;/em&gt; 3 years ago. &lt;em&gt;Utang na loob! Di bale nang gumastos ako.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had the chance to spend my much-awaited VLs in Tagaytay but ended up getting sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was hospitalized for three days due to acute bronchitis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ceasar bought me a "Blue Book" shirt to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am now addicted to the TV series "24".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Warrick Brown's death in CSI Season 8 made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gil Grissom's eulogy at Warrick Brown's funeral made me cry harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; CSI Miami's Season 1 is boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dr. Gregory House is soooo funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a crush on Danny O'Donoghue (vocalist, The Script) for 4 months now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;But still not close to beating, William Petersen (&lt;em&gt;Gil Grissom&lt;/em&gt;, CSI), Edward Cullen (Twilight Saga) and Harry Connick, Jr. (&lt;em&gt;Leo&lt;/em&gt;, Will and Grace). =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ceasar and I failed to celebrate our Valentine's week '09 at the UP Fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;But we celebrated our Valentine's at &lt;strong&gt;Chaikofi &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Scooperman&lt;/strong&gt;, The Block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't wait to see the movies: "Angels and Demons", "The Matarese Circle", "New Moon" and "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The songs: "Single" (&lt;em&gt;NKOTB&lt;/em&gt;), "Rain" (&lt;em&gt;Razah&lt;/em&gt;), "Hypnotized" (&lt;em&gt;Gemini&lt;/em&gt;), T-Shirt (&lt;em&gt;Shontelle&lt;/em&gt;) and "Just Dance" (&lt;em&gt;Lady Gaga&lt;/em&gt;) make me want to go to a bar and groove!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The songs: "P.S. I'm Still Not Over You" (&lt;em&gt;Rihanna&lt;/em&gt;), "The Man Who Can't be Moved" (&lt;em&gt;The Script&lt;/em&gt;), "Again" (&lt;em&gt;Janet Jackson&lt;/em&gt;), "Have You Ever" (&lt;em&gt;Brandy)&lt;/em&gt; and "Heartbreaker" (&lt;em&gt;Tank&lt;/em&gt;) almost always put me to sleep.&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;center&gt;*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I prefer Facebook over Friendster. I just find it easier to use and more pleasant to look at, but it doesn't matter. Bottomline, these social networks has helped me rekindle friendships, reconcile with people whose existence I vowed to treat with silence and indifference, reconnect with people who I didn't have any connection with and simply make new friends from all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I decided to check my Facebook account while watching a boring part of "24". I received a message from one of my ex-boyfriends. To my dismay, he asked me, "Who are you? You look familiar and you're too pretty to ignore but I don't remember where we met." WTF?!! &lt;em&gt;Pagkatapos mo akong paiyakin nung &lt;/em&gt;Valentines day, 10 years ago, &lt;em&gt;tatanungin mo ako kung sino ako&lt;/em&gt;?! (Sorry, ex-bf, &lt;em&gt;ganon talaga nasabi ko sa sarili ko&lt;/em&gt; at least.) Yes, &lt;em&gt;sinabihan niya ako ng &lt;/em&gt;pretty &lt;em&gt;pero walang halaga sa akin yun dahil di niya ako naalala. Ganong na ba ako ka&lt;/em&gt;-forgettable? &lt;em&gt;Sino ba siya&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;si&lt;/em&gt; Simon Cowell? Anyway, I simply sent him a courteous response with the gory details of how and why he broke up with me for another girl. &lt;em&gt;Hehehe... &lt;/em&gt;We already talked and he gave me loads of excuses why he didn't recognize me. It felt like we were once again in a relationship. =P &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-5610160934447873724?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/5610160934447873724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=5610160934447873724&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/5610160934447873724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/5610160934447873724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-want-to-let-you-know-that-im-still.html' title=''/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-2515982313920656213</id><published>2008-11-25T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T01:01:20.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks, Vayie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=trebuchet color=pink&gt;I just want to thank Vayie for sharing her blog tricks with me. That is why my account is neater and look so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks, Vayie!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-2515982313920656213?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/2515982313920656213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=2515982313920656213&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/2515982313920656213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/2515982313920656213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanks-vayie.html' title='Thanks, Vayie'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-5706473530567480200</id><published>2008-11-20T20:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:01:04.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no sugarcoating, please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=trebuchet color=pink&gt;Bubi and Babi's monthsary last November 17th (yes, it's corny, I know, but we do celebrate it) ended with a pffft!.Thanks to the unexpected bad news that I was one of the CHOSEN agents who will be transferred to another queue. Reasons were laid out - because I am a QA performer and that I have good communication skills. Blah, blah, blah. And THAT doesn't make me a KEEPER?! Bullshifism, I say. (Jay, &lt;em&gt;pahiram muna ng&lt;/em&gt; expression.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They couldn't let go of my other teammates because they were already trained for the tools that will roll out by next week. Why were we not trained the same during our QMT which caused so much concern among the superiors that we were not PRODUCTIVE?! (I wonder...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, I asked myself "WHY ME?". And it all boils down to one thing --they just had to let me go because I speak my mind. I think it's unfair that I am being "punished" for using God's gift to put some people in their place, but hey, I'm NOT a supervisor, right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really upset at this decision for many reasons. First, I was treated like I was a newbie or a probie -- transferring me to another queue without any notice or procedure. I feel I am not valued and my status and loyalty was not considered. They're lucky that I won't be caught for insubordination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I love my queue. I think it's the best queue EVER!! It's interesting and challenging and it takes time before one can really say that they are qualified to handle our queue and its issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I don't want to be in a chat queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I will definitely miss my friends and the times we have. I am so blessed and honored to have work with such wonderful and smart people. I'm proud to say that we are the reason why the queue has evolved to what it is today. =D It's sad to know that I won't be working with them anymore. But like what Alex said, &lt;em&gt;"once an Uno Animo, always an Uno Animo."&lt;/em&gt; That's really comforting. (Thanks, Alex!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who continue to try to insult my intelligence, I admire you for having the guts to do so. But I hope you won't deceive yourself believing that you have succeeded because we know better. You were able to do what you have done because you are in the position to manipulate the process, but that doesn't mean that you are way smarter than I am. In fact, I AM SURE that I AM SMARTER than all of you combined. WE ARE SMARTER than you all are because we have the heart to do what is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had your turn. I will definitely have mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful that I have Vayie and Kim to make things a whole lot easier for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Vayie and Kim -- we know better so I'm sure that we'll definitely do better. Vayie, thanks for the encouragement. I always look up to you and you are an inspiration. Kim, thank you for making our voices heard. You made our voices heard when you said your piece. I hope they will try to become better leaders from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Kuya Homer -- I will miss having our talks about life in general. &lt;em&gt;Nabawasan na ang mang-aasar sa yo, lakas mo namang magdasal.&lt;/em&gt; =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Cyper -- thank you sa comforting words. di tayo madalas magkita but I want to thank you kasi kahit ganon you always save a warm hug and smile for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Jhoan -- &lt;em&gt;Ingatan mo ang sarili mo. Alam ko, madalas akong mang-asar sayo &lt;/em&gt;but that doesn't mean I don't care. Love yourself first. &lt;em&gt;Sana maintindihan mo na&lt;/em&gt; we care. You may not hear the words you want to hear, but you'll definitely hear the words that NEED to hear &lt;em&gt;kasi kaibigan ka namin&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Kuya Alex (hehehe...) -- I'm so happy that you're having a baby boy. &lt;em&gt;Kahit mejo&lt;/em&gt; grumpy &lt;em&gt;ka minsan, alam ko &lt;/em&gt;you'll be a great dad. &lt;em&gt;Ingatan ang sarili, bawasan ang pagkain ng matataba at ang pagyoyosi&lt;/em&gt;. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Febe -- thank you for the chocolates everytime you see me sad, tired and sleepy. I feel better not because of the chocolates but because of your thoughtfulness and sweetness. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Dustin -- my Roman Cath'lic &lt;em&gt;chorva&lt;/em&gt;!! I will definitely miss our conversations and our English accent lessons. hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Tin -- &lt;em&gt;Ingat sa mga&lt;/em&gt; dates. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Tetay -- &lt;em&gt;ikaw ang kasundo ko&lt;/em&gt; in a lot of things. &lt;em&gt;Haaay&lt;/em&gt;, I will definitely miss our conversations and food trips after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys. We're not just teammates, we're good friends. I hope I will still have the chance to work with most of you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GO UNO ANIMO -- One Team. One Goal. One Mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-5706473530567480200?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/5706473530567480200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=5706473530567480200&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/5706473530567480200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/5706473530567480200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-sugarcoating-please.html' title='no sugarcoating, please.'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-1115583557110100133</id><published>2008-11-01T13:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T19:59:44.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Alive!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=trebuchet color=pink&gt;I can't believed that it's the last day of my first week here in our new location -- Total Corporate Centre in Taguig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned before that I actually welcomed the change but that doesn't mean that I'm not concern that any booboos might make me consider leaving my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm happy to say that so far, I'm okay. I survived the changes and I'm alive!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-1115583557110100133?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/1115583557110100133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=1115583557110100133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/1115583557110100133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/1115583557110100133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m Alive!!'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-2468932720578376283</id><published>2008-10-25T11:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:06:45.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random stuff on a Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=trebuchet color=pink&gt;I had a massive headache yesterday after coming home from work and I felt like throwing up. I decided to hit the sack as early as 6.30pm because I knew that I would not be able to eat anything because of the pain. Good thing, no one really forced me to eat before going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 3.45am today feeling much better. I immediately charged my camera’s battery, put some songs in my MP3 player then charged it too and ate the fried chicken and nido soup I missed having with everyone last night. The food was great. After eating and putting everything away from the dinner table (I’m still sleepy to consider washing the dishes, hehe), I hit the shower and went ahead with my usual morning rituals during my workdays. I felt good not having the feeling of being in a rush or worrying that I might miss my favorite bus (MALTC). It’s Saturday and it has started well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that I wasn’t able to spend time with Kmart last night. Actually, I didn’t even see him. I missed the naughty kiddo! I’ll just bully him when I get home. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked my friendster account yesterday and I was really happy to see that Archie, one of my good friends back in high school is already married. I knew he would eventually end up married. I just thought I just wished I was there to witness this important event in his life. I couldn’t pass the chance to send him a message and congratulate him in this new chapter in his life. He is currently based abroad and I really hope that when he comes back, we will have the time to catch up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! I missed greeting Archie on his birthday last October 11th. SHOOT!! I might need to send him another message and say sorry for forgetting it this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s Miguel Lorenzo Corpuz dela Cruz’s Christening today. He is Tetay and Jowell’s first baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELCOME TO THE CHRISTIAN WORLD, MILO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I feel so old when I see that most of my friends are either married or getting hitched soon or have kids or having kids soon. I’m 28 and I’m not even yet close to having my own family. Yes, I do have a boyfriend but there are still so many things to consider before taking the actual plunge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with so many things in mind, I’m certain that, although I have this sad feeling that I’m not yet settled, I’m still not ready to walk down the aisle soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do want to see my little angels soon but I just want to make sure that I could give them their own little heaven here on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only wish that while waiting for their time, they’re spending their time reading loads of books and hanging out with the saints in heaven so that they’ll grow up to be smart and God-fearing people. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m now at work and I’m all by myself – translation: no teammates around. I do love working quietly but not THIS quiet. I have no one to talk to when I feel confused about an email. I have no one to eat with during lunch. I have no one to chat with when I feel a little bit tired working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaargh! I miss the morning girls already! =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m still thankful that Janice, an acquaintance from another team, is keeping me company. She’s so nice to sit beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a text message from Dustin this morning. We are finally moving to TCC this Monday and saying goodbye to our second home, the EBP building. I can’t help but feel sad but it’s like being adults, we move until we feel it’s time to settle. Hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I know that Vayie, Tetay and I have been actually looking forward to the move since we came to accept that it is inevitable. It’s not because we’re THAT excited. It’s just that we want to get this change done and over with and start adjusting to the new environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely miss my one smooth-sailing bus ride from home to Makati and now, submit myself to the dreaded walk in the Guadalupe footbridge after the bus ride (I’m scared because I can feel the bridge shaking whenever vehicles pass under it) to take a jeepney ride to TCC. Hopefully, this is just another fear I will soon overcome. (before I used to dread riding buses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started writing songs again two days ago. Hopefully, this December, Ceasar and I can afford to buy an acoustic guitar. He usually identifies the chords of the songs I make since I have no idea which chord goes well with another chord. **sigh Another item added to my long wish list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST SHARING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my favorite songs for now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back into You – Amber Davis&lt;br /&gt;Cherish – Madonna&lt;br /&gt;Crush, Crush, Crush – Paramore&lt;br /&gt;Misery Business – Paramore&lt;br /&gt;You and Me – Lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;For You – The Calling&lt;br /&gt;Easy – Paula Deanda&lt;br /&gt;Walk Away – Paula Deanda&lt;br /&gt;You Were Mine - Dixie Chicks&lt;br /&gt;I Remember – Keyshia Cole&lt;br /&gt;Gemini – Spongecola&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the Stars – Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;I’m That Chick – Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;That’s Where You Take Me – Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;Bad Habit – Destiny’s Child&lt;br /&gt;Behind Those Hazel Eyes – Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Disaster – Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;Over – Lindsay Lohan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to greet my good friend, Chris Paul a very belated happy, happy birthday!! And also congratulations to him and his wife, Lissa as they're expecting a bouncing baby boy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-2468932720578376283?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/2468932720578376283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=2468932720578376283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/2468932720578376283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/2468932720578376283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-stuff-on-saturday.html' title='Random stuff on a Saturday'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-2213566356935991986</id><published>2008-10-17T14:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:08:25.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Requested song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=trebuchet color=pink&gt;I would like to dedicate the song, &lt;strong&gt;SHUT UP &lt;/strong&gt;by the Black-eyed peas, particularly the lines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up, just shut up, shut up... Shut up, just shut up, shut up... Shut up, just shut up, shut up... Shut it up, just shut up, shut up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... to the noisy people on the production floor &lt;em&gt;na mas inuuna ang daldal bago ang trabaho at nakakaabala sa mga gustong magtrabaho&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sha-boo-ya.. Sha-Sha.. Sha-boo-ya!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-2213566356935991986?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/2213566356935991986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=2213566356935991986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/2213566356935991986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/2213566356935991986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/10/requested-song.html' title='Requested song'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-8324358974488551764</id><published>2008-10-11T10:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:12:04.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitchy and messy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=trebuchet color=pink&gt;The morning girls were surprised to see that there were strangers seated in our stations. I, personally, couldn’t help myself to be a bit bitchy and cranky because I really hate someone breaking my routine. I know I’m mean in that sense but, imagine something you’ve been used to suddenly taken from you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… (crickets chirping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, okay, I guess I’m just such a brat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tresses are in need of a good treatment – BADLY. We don’t seem to get along well these past few days. They seem to go in different directions and can no longer be tamed with the usual conditioning and combing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, the next payout will be large enough to accommodate a cut, relax and color treatment for my hair. Love that to happen! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-8324358974488551764?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/8324358974488551764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=8324358974488551764&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/8324358974488551764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/8324358974488551764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/10/bitchy-and-messy.html' title='bitchy and messy'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-4221330260479462141</id><published>2008-10-10T14:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:22:13.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On National Teachers' Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=trebuchet color=pink&gt;I just had my favorite Nacho Overload at Jollibee for breakfast and my, oh my, it was definitely a treat. Super yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogsofraghs.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/happy-teachers-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://blogsofraghs.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/happy-teachers-day.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to greet all the teachers a HAPPY TEACHERS’ DAY!!! I salute all the men and women who embraced this noble profession of inspiring and molding the hearts and minds of the Filipino youth with great courage and sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the teachers who will always be special to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pre-school teachers in CLC: Teacher Ruth, Teacher Debbie, Teacher, Chit and Teacher May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grade school teachers in Angelicum: my English teachers – Mrs. Gerona, Ms. Tess Magno, Ms. Elizabeth Pamo, Mrs. Virginia de Leon and Ms. Taruc; my Social Studies teacher: Mr. Ubaldo; and Fr. Tamerlana, O.P. and Fr. Alarcon, O.P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My High school teachers: Mr. Revuelto, Mrs. Torrejos, Mrs. Tibang, Mr. Ronald Paulo, Ms. Esquilona, Ms. Bartolay, Ms. Pontila, Ms. Gupit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My college professors: Prof. Hernandez (Ling 110), Prof. Soresca (Integrated Spanish 1 &amp; 2), Prof. Palis (SocSci), Prof. Orillos (EDL105), Prof. Banares (Philo I), Prof. Monponbanua (PolSci), Prof. Berlin del Mundo (Botany and Zoology), Prof. Menoy (Comm II), Prof. Cosico (Educ), Prof. Rustico Agacaoili, Jr. (English Lit), Dr. Sabile (College Dean), Prof. Julita V. Aquino (Comm I)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Louie Vi, Jeca, Cacai, Merriam, and all the teachers I know that I forgot to mention...&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Teachers’ Day and thank you very much for everything you’ve taught and done for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not so fun here in the office today, it’s Vayie and Tetay's off today. Don’t get me wrong. It’s not that I don’t find Cacai fun to be with, but there are loads of emails and we just don’t have the luxury to talk while dealing with this much emails. The rain pouring hard outside makes it harder for me to work – it’s making me sleepy. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus it’s sad to know that I will be eating all by myself at lunch time because Cai has her lunch back at her pad with her housemates. I might eat faster than I usually do when I’m with Vayie and Tetay since I have no one to talk to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s one of those days…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-4221330260479462141?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/4221330260479462141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=4221330260479462141&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/4221330260479462141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/4221330260479462141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-national-teachers-day.html' title='On National Teachers&apos; Day'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-4727525140865424339</id><published>2008-10-10T11:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:22:44.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can no longer deny that I gained a few pounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=trebuchet color=pink&gt;Ceasar and I were watching TV last night since it was his off. During commercial, we saw this teaser for the next episode of the reality TV show, &lt;strong&gt;“Pussycat Dolls Presents: Girlicious”&lt;/strong&gt;. I like the show since it showcases beautiful women with great talent in singing and dancing. Although there is every reason to be envy, you can’t help but admire them for what they can do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.plong.com/MusicCatalog%5CP%5CPussycat%20Dolls,%20The%20-%20PCD%5CPussycat%20Dolls,%20The%20-%20PCD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.plong.com/MusicCatalog%5CP%5CPussycat%20Dolls,%20The%20-%20PCD%5CPussycat%20Dolls,%20The%20-%20PCD.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/pics/images/n/nicole_scherzinger-5679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/pics/images/n/nicole_scherzinger-5679.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just not sure if they will make it as big as the Pussycat Dolls (I love Nicole!) even though Robin Antin claims that this new girl group will be performing songs of a different music genre. Guess, we just have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Ceasar has always teased me as one of the Pussycat Dolls who never made it on tour because of an injury. =D But last night was different. He called me a &lt;strong&gt;PUSSYCAT BALL!!!&lt;/strong&gt; And it made me feel awful because I can no longer deny that I have really gained some weight since Ceasar already noticed it. Believe me, I’m very blessed to have a boyfriend who doesn’t really care about how I look. I mean, he always makes me feel beautiful so sometimes I don’t really see the need for me to make an effort. (I know, I know, lazy me) But now I decided to take care of this matter, basically for my health since for the past week, I noticed that I easily get tired and for me, that’s a bad sign and an urgent call for help. Good thing I started doing Pilates again (just the basic routines) last Wednesday and hopefully I will lose the extra pounds soon and will no longer be called the Pussycat Ball. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;em&gt;Waah!! Tinawag ako ni &lt;/em&gt;Iwo &lt;em&gt;na malusog. Hindi pa umeepekto yung pagpi-&lt;/em&gt;Pilates &lt;em&gt;ko&lt;/em&gt; for two days?! (Hehehe…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-4727525140865424339?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/4727525140865424339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=4727525140865424339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/4727525140865424339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/4727525140865424339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-can-no-longer-deny-that-i-gained-few.html' title='I can no longer deny that I gained a few pounds'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-8459420725865317728</id><published>2008-10-09T12:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:24:17.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=trebuchet color=pink&gt;Great news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Tetay, I will be getting my own set of the Twilight Saga before Christmas – in hardbound!!! Yay!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My books (yes, they’re already mine) will not come cheap (Php3200/set) but they’re definitely worth it. They will be coming from the US and are expected to arrive before December 15. I CAN’T WAIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a0.vox.com/6a00d09e4c4350be2b00e398cc48d00005-500pi"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://a0.vox.com/6a00d09e4c4350be2b00e398cc48d00005-500pi" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our team, Uno Animo, will be doing the Christmas Wish List for the third time. But this time, as friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://libertycycle.us/images/santa%20wish%20list.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://libertycycle.us/images/santa%20wish%20list.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there will be a merge of teams soon, we may no longer be called Uno Animo anymore. =( I know it’s sad but we say it’s just a name. After all, we consider one another “good friends” so it really doesn’t matter.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have no updates yet on when the merge will be official but we really don’t have the patience to “wait” for our new teammates to join us in this annual activity so we decided to just do it among ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don’t have a wish list that could fit the Php600 budget so I think there’s a need for me to go to the mall or a bookstore soon to check out what I want to get this Christmas and complete my list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might visit our soon-to-be building, the Total Corporate Center today. (me, Tetay, Cacai—hopefull with her new camera, Khim and Kuya Homer) along with two other teams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monolithconstruction.com/on%20going%20project/totalcc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.monolithconstruction.com/on%20going%20project/totalcc.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our other teammates have already seen the building last week. (Unfortunately, it was during my rest days) And they said (well, most of them said) that it’s neither as awful nor as spectacular as some people said it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see the façade last Saturday when we were on our way to Antipolo and the area was not as depressing but not as fabulous too. Anyway, I’m happy to know that I am not the only one who welcomes this change with optimism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, I don’t have my camera with me since the original plan was that we will go there on the 15th – payday, but a free ride IS a free ride. This will not only save me money but also the energy from commuting under the scorching heat of the sun. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the important thing is I will have the chance to familiarize myself with our new home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/144/397420555_208b831141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/144/397420555_208b831141.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to go to the bathroom now (PEE!!!!) and I can’t coz the ladies’ room is packed – I mean “PACKED”. I don’t know what’s taking ALL these girls so long to do everything they need to do to face the remaining hours of their workday. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme check again… (after 7 minutes)Ok, I’m good. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-8459420725865317728?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/8459420725865317728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=8459420725865317728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/8459420725865317728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/8459420725865317728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/10/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/144/397420555_208b831141_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-7845109655593196387</id><published>2008-10-09T08:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:18:37.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just can't but I had fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=trebuchet color=pink&gt;I find myself weird. I have difficulty writing about happy stuff. &lt;em&gt;Pero kapag masama ang loob ko, parang&lt;/em&gt; high-powered gun &lt;em&gt;kung tumira. Ewan ko ba, pero &lt;/em&gt;I can’t find the right words to say, to express how happy I am. And if I do, it ends up being too cheesy or too mushy even for me. And I don’t like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it’s been five days since our super duper fun team building in Antipolo but I have not been in the mood to write about the wonderful time I spent with my teammates. I had lots of fun. Period. I am now a happy camper after the well-deserved “vacation” from answering emails for more than 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Basta, nag-&lt;/em&gt;enjoy &lt;em&gt;talaga ako kasi &lt;/em&gt;I spent a relaxing weekend with my friends – just eating, singing, swimming, sleeping (then repeat everything… Hehehe). That is one life that might take me so long to get tired of. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Super sorry, &lt;em&gt;hindi pa ako makapag-&lt;/em&gt;upload &lt;em&gt;ng mga&lt;/em&gt; pics. &lt;em&gt;Sakit ko na talaga ang katamaran na gawin yun agad. Mukhang tama nga si&lt;/em&gt; Vayie,&lt;em&gt; mga&lt;/em&gt; December &lt;em&gt;ko na ma-a-&lt;/em&gt;upload &lt;em&gt;ang mga&lt;/em&gt; pictures. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-7845109655593196387?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/7845109655593196387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=7845109655593196387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/7845109655593196387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/7845109655593196387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-just-cant-but-i-had-fun.html' title='I just can&apos;t but I had fun'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-3352964118899420640</id><published>2008-10-04T01:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:21:41.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to relax and unwind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=trebuchet color=pink&gt;It’s almost 2am and I still have to wait for another hour before my shift starts (I’ve been here since 12.30am). Good thing, this is for a very important occasion… ATO Reactive Uno Animo’s first team building for 2008!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Dustin, he took the heavy bags with him and left the light ones for us, girls (Tetay, Vayie and me). Unfortunately, he forgot to bring the paper plates that Tetay brought here in the office with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness, that Resty will be with us, at least we have someone big and strong to carry most of the bags for us since we all know that Resty is such a gentleman. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is aching. My eyes want to sleep. I don’t really feel good when I lack sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got stuck in heavy traffic last night when I went to Megamall to buy food and some school stuff for Josine last night. I was home by 8pm but I was too tired to immediately hit the sack for that much needed rest. I was only able to get 2 hours of sleep. The cold shower helped in jumpstarting my brain. But now that I’m here in the office and used to the biting cold of the production and the comforting warmth brought by my jacket, I’m so tempted to just go to the break room and take a long nap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can’t. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to do something stimulating to my brain. I’m really sleepy – I think might fall asleep while walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here’s my first attempt to stay awake. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, Febe just gave me a packet of chocolate-covered raisins. Hope this helps. Thanks, Febe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to my attempt…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana 12nn na. I just want to be in the resort, take a short nap and spend time with my teammates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all deserve this break. I’m so happy that our plans to do this finally pushed through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot! 4.57am pa lang. 7 hours pa. Waaaaah... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-3352964118899420640?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/3352964118899420640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=3352964118899420640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/3352964118899420640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/3352964118899420640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-to-relax-and-unwind.html' title='Time to relax and unwind...'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-4849385781558874586</id><published>2008-09-29T14:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:26:29.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>like i said "goodbye"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=trebuchet color=pink&gt;I just sent one of my very good friends the longest email we’ve ever shared together yet. We no longer get in touch with each other the way we used to or wanted to. I guess, that’s most adults become – they drift apart from those deemed closest to them even without the intention of doing so. We all just “grow up”, I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The email is just one of those usual emails we sent in the past, only longer. I responded to his not-so-usual long email asking me how I was doing and filling me in on how he was living his very busy life. I gave him a summary of how simple my life is, my recent fears, dreams and ambitions (sorry, I’m not observing parallelism here. =P) and what’s coming up. I told him how I missed hanging out with him and wish that we could spend time together soon, just like before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I finished typing my email, rereading it gave me a sense of sadness, like I was saying goodbye. I somehow feel like I’m not going to see him ever again and that we will only be just mere impressions of each other’s pasts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relationship with him is a roller coaster ride, or was, since I finally found my peace – my purpose in his life. I used to think I would make us happy if we became more than friends. But the tears and the pain are enough to make me realize that I was wrong. The present proves that life has something different in store for us then. I’m glad that we are what we are now. We have our own lives to live but we are still part of each other’s lives – no matter what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel that we’re drifting apart. His dreams are taking him away from me but who am I to stop him from reaching another milestone in his life? I knew it when I first met him that he was going places and now he is beginning to take that much-awaited journey. It was inevitable but why does it still take me by surprise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m waiting for his response. Maybe his words will make me feel better, comfort me and assure me that he will always be there. Or he will take my email seriously and not respond at all. Or take my email seriously and give me a piece of his mind to shut me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope he responds soon and make things clearer for me. I wish this is one of these days when you feel down without reason. I hate feeling like this towards my friends. I should be their personal pep squad, biggest fan, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did this all begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-4849385781558874586?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/4849385781558874586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=4849385781558874586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/4849385781558874586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/4849385781558874586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/09/like-i-said-goodbye.html' title='like i said &quot;goodbye&quot;'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-299720245217222651</id><published>2008-09-27T13:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:28:47.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man Who Can't Be Moved</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=trebuchet color=pink&gt;The song that I don’t get tired of hearing over and over again these days is: &lt;em&gt;The Script’s “The Man Who Can’t Be Moved”&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just think that the song is so hopelessly romantic (though sorta cheesy but it won’t stop you from loving the song).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Man Who Can’t be Moved&lt;br /&gt;The Script&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the corner where I first saw you,&lt;br /&gt;Gonna camp in my sleeping bag. I'm not gonna move,&lt;br /&gt;Got some words on cardboard got your picture in my hand,&lt;br /&gt;Saying if you see this girl can you tell her where I am, &lt;br /&gt;Some try to hand me money they don't understand, &lt;br /&gt;I'm not... broke I'm just a broken hearted man, &lt;br /&gt;I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do, &lt;br /&gt;How can I move on when I've been in love with you... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me, &lt;br /&gt;And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be, &lt;br /&gt;Thinking maybe you'd come back here to the place that we'd meet, &lt;br /&gt;And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not moving... &lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Policeman says son you can't stay here, &lt;br /&gt;I said there's someone I'm waiting for if it's a day, a month, a year,&lt;br /&gt;Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows, &lt;br /&gt;If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me, &lt;br /&gt;And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be, &lt;br /&gt;Thinking maybe you'd come back here to the place that we'd meet, &lt;br /&gt;And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not moving... &lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving... &lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People talk about the guy&lt;br /&gt;Who’s waiting on a girl... &lt;br /&gt;Oohoohwoo&lt;br /&gt;There are no holes in his shoes&lt;br /&gt;But a big hole in his world... &lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll get famous as man who can't be moved, &lt;br /&gt;And maybe you won't mean to but you'll see me on the news, &lt;br /&gt;And you'll come running to the corner... &lt;br /&gt;Cos you'll know it's just for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the man who can't be moved&lt;br /&gt;I'm the man who can't be moved... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me, &lt;br /&gt;And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be, &lt;br /&gt;Thinking maybe you'd come back here to the place that we'd meet, &lt;br /&gt;And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat in background]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not moving... &lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving... &lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the corner where I first saw you, &lt;br /&gt;Gonna camp in my sleeping bag not I'm not gonna move.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SN3JtV37AfI/AAAAAAAAAM8/O1TBVW45xeA/s1600-h/j"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SN3JtV37AfI/AAAAAAAAAM8/O1TBVW45xeA/s400/j" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250574521386861042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BAND: &lt;strong&gt;The Script &lt;/strong&gt;is a band from Ireland composed of Danny O’Donaghue (who is super cute, by the way), Mark Sheehan and Glen Power. They say their music is &lt;em&gt;“a whole new brand of Celtic Soul, blending hiphop lyrical flow with pop melodiousness, state-of-the-art R'n'B production with anthemic rock dynamics, classic song construction with gritty contemporary narratives.”&lt;/em&gt; But to sum it all up, people say that they are the best band next to U2. Of course, this claim may cause a stir among the U2 fans but I’m sure this statement was not to show disrespect to the legendary band. This is may be the best way they can think to recognize the talent and contribution this Irish trio can bring to our generation and the others to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-299720245217222651?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/299720245217222651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=299720245217222651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/299720245217222651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/299720245217222651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/09/man-who-cant-be-moved.html' title='The Man Who Can&apos;t Be Moved'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SN3JtV37AfI/AAAAAAAAAM8/O1TBVW45xeA/s72-c/j' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-571886819493101938</id><published>2008-09-27T13:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:29:55.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"She won coz she's smart." So what?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=trebuchet color=pink&gt; We were watching &lt;strong&gt;The Sweet Life &lt;/strong&gt;last night. Lucy and Wilma have former beauty queens as guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are indeed beautiful but fortunately, they are not full of themselves. After their respective pageants, they found their greater purpose in life – helping others. I just wonder if they ever get tired of feeling the need to always look beautiful and presentable and almost perfect – even while doing things that require less attention to their looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never really paid close attention to my looks except on special occasions. I think one of the reasons why I really decided to leave my band was that I grew tired taking care of myself, my looks and my clothes all of the time. I like feeling pretty (take note: &lt;strong&gt;FEELING&lt;/strong&gt;) when I want to, not because people expect me to look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my own share of pageant moments. And they are wonderful experiences that did not only helped me to be lady-like (Ows?!), but also made me see things in a deeper perspective. During the pageants, I was surrounded by girls who were really more beautiful than I am. Their presence made me feel wrong about joining the pageants, but I realized that we were all blessed in different ways. I thought that I just have to make use of what I have and make the people see the best in me. (OMG, I’m so like eew. =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up winning the two titles (for real!) but I heard people say that I actually won because I’m smart. My friends would take it as a hard blow to my ego, but I took it as a compliment – a mighty good one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a lot of people are blessed to have common sense, knowledge, sense of humor and personality. And I think being smart is a balance of these things. I know, that not a lot of people were born beautiful and gorgeous, but I think we now have cosmetic surgery as the answer to our hunger for perfection and beauty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Kung gusto kong gumanda, gagamitin ko ang talino ko para magkaroon ako ng perang pangpaganda ko.”&lt;/em&gt; A friend would say with pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat familiar when a question was asked in a beauty pageant.&lt;br /&gt;Q: “Which do you prefer – to be smart, to be rich or to be beautiful? And why?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: “I want to be smart because if I’m smart, then I can be rich. And if I’m rich then I can be beautiful. Thank you.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bravoooo!!!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if those people thought that my "being smart" was reason enough for me to win the pageants, then I THANK YOU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-571886819493101938?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/571886819493101938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=571886819493101938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/571886819493101938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/571886819493101938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/09/she-won-coz-shes-smart-so-what.html' title='&quot;She won coz she&apos;s smart.&quot; So what?!'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-966611303266185378</id><published>2008-09-27T12:35:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:31:20.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survivor Philippines Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=trebuchet color=pink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SN25FAHyrgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/qxiLyNvQyaU/s1600-h/j"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SN25FAHyrgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/qxiLyNvQyaU/s320/j" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250556236167032322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emerson, the sewing machine technician was the second castaway to be voted off the 1st Survivor Philippines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew he wouldn’t last long after revealing his cunning strategies too early in the competition. Being a smart ass and a cocky jerk won’t really get you anywhere. He may not be that kind of a person in real life, still he showed the world that he has to the tendency to be one even when it is not called for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SN25vLnSUAI/AAAAAAAAAMs/pI5ohVXe29E/s1600-h/j2"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SN25vLnSUAI/AAAAAAAAAMs/pI5ohVXe29E/s320/j2" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250556960806424578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jace was super-HOT in the last immunity challenge. The wounds in his knuckles acquired when digging for the Thai pillow made him more manly. Hahaha… Kiko was surprised at the Jace’s betrayal during a one-on-one bout but hey it is Survivor. OUTWIT. OUTPLAY. OUTLAST. Remember?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SN25_IefWzI/AAAAAAAAAM0/q5a1FxABBrU/s1600-h/j"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SN25_IefWzI/AAAAAAAAAM0/q5a1FxABBrU/s320/j" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250557234842131250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Kiko, the Betrayed One&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just sad that two of my favorite castaways, Kiko and Jace  are not in good terms after that challenge. Hopefully, Kiko will soon accept the fact that this is a competition and you have to play the game the way you know it when it is for the security of your tribe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, guess this makes the first Survivor Philippines all the more exciting. This competition may actually prove that we are no different from one another. Trivial distinction such as race, color and faith, will no longer be deemed as important when people are stranded in an island stripped off of all life's comforts. It just all boils down to human nature and instinct to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-966611303266185378?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/966611303266185378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=966611303266185378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/966611303266185378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/966611303266185378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/09/survivor-philippines-update.html' title='Survivor Philippines Update'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SN25FAHyrgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/qxiLyNvQyaU/s72-c/j' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-1909528948083619559</id><published>2008-09-27T09:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:36:24.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=trebuchet color=pink&gt;Call me a wanderer and I won’t mind because we’re moving to a new place – again – my second time this year. Yup but this time I’m very excited since I’ll be living with my two siblings, RJ (and his family, Kate and Kmart) and Josine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although our soon-to-be former landlady is still giving us a hard time with her poor-concocted defense to get money from us, I don’t think anyone can dampen my spirits because I’m looking forward to spending more time with my family in our cute home that is perfect for .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing’s for sure, I’ll be staying there for a year as mentioned in the contract Kate signed. At least, I’m settled for 12 months, goodie since I really hate moving to a new place. A move brings a kind of stress that makes me so cranky and crazy. Fortunately, the preparation and the move itself lasts only for 3 days so everyone will survive then. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, at the end of my shift today, i will get a text from RJ/Ceasar that everything's done. =) Freedom at last from the worst landlady I've ever had. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-1909528948083619559?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/1909528948083619559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=1909528948083619559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/1909528948083619559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/1909528948083619559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/09/call-me-wanderer-and-i-wont-mind.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-1492657070978550112</id><published>2008-09-27T09:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:37:44.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patas na Laban</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=trebuchet color=pink&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minsan nakaka-disappoint manood ng mga &lt;/em&gt;contestants &lt;em&gt;na “mahirap”. Ginagawa nila kasing dahilan ang kanilang “kahirapan” para sila ang manalo sa isang laro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo, andun na ako, kaya nga sumali yung tao sa isang &lt;/em&gt;contest &lt;em&gt;para manalo kasi hindi nila kayang kitain yun. Pero kelan naman nagkaroon ng walang karapatan ang mga “may-kaya” sa buhay na manalo dahil mas nakakaangat sila?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Napansin ko kasing madalas na mangyari sa ‘ting mga Pilipino. Siguro, ngayon lang talaga ako naiirita. Hindi ko pinapaboran ang mga mayayaman ha?! Sa katunayan, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- naniniwala ako na dapat lahat ng tao ay nakakain ng masarap tatlong beses sa isang araw &lt;br /&gt;- dapat lahat ay nakakapag-aral &lt;br /&gt;- dapat lahat ay may trabaho na may sahod na sapat sa kaniyang pamilya&lt;br /&gt;- dapat lahat ay may tirahan na maayos at ligtas&lt;br /&gt;- dapat lahat ay may kakayahang magpatingin at magpagamot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero hindi ko maiwasang mainis bilang isang tagapamasid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nanonood ako minsan ng &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wowowee&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;sa &lt;/em&gt;segment &lt;em&gt;nila na&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;“Hep Hep Hooray”&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Dalawang &lt;/em&gt;contestant &lt;em&gt;na lang natitira at kelangan nang malaman kung sino ang tutuloy sa &lt;/em&gt;Jackpot portion &lt;em&gt;kung saan may chance na manalo ng hanggang &lt;/em&gt;Php80,000. &lt;em&gt;Ang isa ay isang &lt;/em&gt;Russian &lt;em&gt;na babae na nagbabakasyon lang dito sa Pilipinas at ang isa naman ay middle aged na babae na halata mong kapos sa buhay. Siyempre, gusto kong manalo yung matanda kaso nawalan ako nang gana ng bigla niyang kausapin yung babaeng &lt;/em&gt;Russian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let me win. You’re rich.” &lt;em&gt;Pabalbal na sabi ng matanda sa &lt;/em&gt;Russian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na sinagot naman nang maayos ng &lt;/em&gt;Russian, “No. This is a game. You play fair and square.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nagulat talaga ako. Nahiya ako para sa matanda. Hindi naman nakakahiya na ipaalam mo sa lahat na kelangan mo ng pera. Lahat naman tayo kelangan nun eh. Pero isang laro ang sinalihan mo – masayang laro, hindi&lt;/em&gt; charitable institution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ganoon din ang nangyari sa &lt;/em&gt;PBB Teen Edition. &lt;em&gt;Maraming &lt;/em&gt;housemates&lt;em&gt; at &lt;/em&gt;guardians &lt;em&gt;ang gustong tanggalin si &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robi Domingo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dahil mayaman na daw siya at hindi na raw niya kelangan ng pera.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Atenista si &lt;/em&gt;Robi. Class Valedictorian &lt;em&gt;pa ng &lt;/em&gt;graduating class &lt;em&gt;niya. Pero ang dahilan niya kaya siya sumali sa&lt;/em&gt; PBB &lt;em&gt;nun ay gusto raw niyang magkaroon ng sariling pera.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pero nangibabaw sa mga tao na mas deserving manalo si &lt;/em&gt;EJ &lt;em&gt;kasi mahirap lang siya kahit hindi naman talaga siya napansin sa PBB. Marami akong kakilalang nag-isip na si &lt;/em&gt;Robi &lt;em&gt;talaga ang nanalo at minanipula na lang ang mga boto para mas matuwa ang mga tao pag mahirap ang nanalo.&lt;/em&gt; &gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Akala ko ganon din ang mangyayari sa unang &lt;/em&gt;tribal council ng Survivor Philippines. &lt;em&gt;Natalo ang &lt;/em&gt;NAAK tribe &lt;em&gt;sa kauna-unahang &lt;/em&gt;immunity challenge. &lt;em&gt;Habang papalapit ang &lt;/em&gt;tribal council,&lt;em&gt; kanya-kanya nang pagbuo ng alyansa ang mga kapwa &lt;/em&gt;castaways. &lt;em&gt;Hindi ko na gusto si&lt;/em&gt; Emerson (sewing machine technician), &lt;em&gt;nakikitaan ko na siya ng pagiging traydor. Bumuo agad siya ng lihim na alyansa&lt;/em&gt; with Chev (former GRO, present ukay-ukay owner),&lt;em&gt; kasama ang iba pang Bisaya at ng kasunduang si&lt;/em&gt; JC (basketball player &lt;em&gt;ng &lt;/em&gt;San Sebastian)&lt;em&gt; ang iboboto dahil mayaman naman daw ito. Tinanong pa ni &lt;/em&gt;Chev &lt;em&gt;si&lt;/em&gt; JC&lt;em&gt; kung anong gagawin niya pag nanalo ang lalaki eh may kaya naman daw siya at hindi kawalan sa kanya kung maalis man siya sa isla. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sa huli, si &lt;/em&gt;Chev &lt;em&gt;ang&lt;/em&gt; first castaway to be voted off the island. &lt;em&gt;Ang dahilan ng mga&lt;/em&gt; teammates&lt;em&gt; niya: hindi siya marunong makipag-&lt;/em&gt;cooperate&lt;em&gt; sa&lt;/em&gt; team during the immunity challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haaay, ano ba? Laro itong sinalihan ninyo? Kung gusto ng mga &lt;/em&gt;producers &lt;em&gt;na mahirap na tao lang ang dapat manalo, eh di sana ni-&lt;/em&gt;require &lt;em&gt;talaga nila na mahirap lang ang sumali. Hindi katwiran na porke’t mayaman ang tao eh wala na siyang karapatan na magwagi sa isang paligsahan. Katulad ng baluktot na katwiran na porke’t mahirap ka eh wala ka nang pag-asang magtagumpay sa buhay.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uulitin ko, hindi ako pumapanig sa mga mayayaman. Ang sa akin lang eh sana pag sumali tayo sa mga paligsahan, huwag nating gawing batayan ang estado ng buhay ng isang tao kung karapat-dapat ba siyang manalo. Lahat ng paligsahan ay may hinihingi o hinahanap na katangian sa bawat kalahok at yun dapat ang manatiling batayan ng mga ito.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-1492657070978550112?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/1492657070978550112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=1492657070978550112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/1492657070978550112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/1492657070978550112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/09/patas-na-laban.html' title='Patas na Laban'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-1209163202593570732</id><published>2008-09-19T13:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:39:02.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two thumbs up for Stephenie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=trebuchet color=pink&gt;I was missing in action for the past couple of weeks that I failed to even greet my significant other a very happy birthday in a very special way. (&lt;em&gt;Sorry bubba.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been THAT busy. Of course, there were loads of emails to answer and stats to maintain but other than these responsibilities, &lt;strong&gt;I’m guilty&lt;/strong&gt;. YES, guilty to being addictive once again to another book, I mean, books --- &lt;strong&gt;Stephenie Meyer’s&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Twilight, Eclipse, New Moon &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviews said that this series of books is another Harry Potter in the making. Being a Harry Potter fan, I’m doubtful and skeptical (redundancy is the way to emphasis -- hehehe). But I guess, the fearless forecast made me curious. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a selective reader. I don’t really read books because of the rave reviews they receive or how the movie versions made it big in the box office. I read books if they catch my interest. I believe I mentioned this in my blog before that I fancy the murder-mystery-forensic-science genre. Harry Potter was an exception and a wonderful one at that – that I didn’t mind spending serious bucks to buy them just so I would have the complete set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the works of Stephenie Meyer, I wanted to read them to see if there is any grain of truth in the reviews but I wasn’t that curious to spend big smackaroos on them, so I decided to buy the ebooks instead on eBay. If I liked them, then I’ll buy them – someday. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read all of the books and I LOVE THE STORY!!!! I love Isabella Swan but Edward Cullen was &lt;strong&gt;to-die-for&lt;/strong&gt;. He really made me want to be a vampire for him. I even told Ceasar that if he ever leaves me (I already told him this when I first saw David Cook), Edward Cullen is definitely the one next in line. Edward Cullen is &lt;em&gt;sooooo&lt;/em&gt; hot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, this could not be the next HARRY POTTER. I’m sure of it. &lt;em&gt;My fearless forecast. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, the temporary isolation I put myself in for the last couple of weeks was WORTH it. Of course, I did miss reading Vayie’s, Tetay’s and Chico’s blogs but if the ebooks were really books, you’d understand it when I say I really found it hard to put them down. It was a different love story somehow, that it caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to have the real books. Stephenie Meyer’s books will definitely be in my wish list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-1209163202593570732?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/1209163202593570732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=1209163202593570732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/1209163202593570732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/1209163202593570732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/09/two-thumbs-up-to-stephenie.html' title='Two thumbs up for Stephenie'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-7844034944949596520</id><published>2008-09-05T10:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:40:13.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day after my birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=trebuchet color=pink&gt;Happy Birthday to me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s my 28th birthday yesterday and I’m a year older, hopefully a bit wiser and happier. Hmm, I’d like to believe I am. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, I can’t imagine myself reaching this age and still feel the same. Strangely, I do. I think it’s such a slow process, you’re prepared for such changes every second and every minute of your life, that you wouldn’t notice you have changed a lot through the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just usually ask Ceasar what are the recent changes he’s seen in me. The last time I asked him, he said that I am more confident than when he first met me – and I agree with him. I was such a wreck when we first met 4 years ago. I was trying to keep myself together around people but inside, I feel wounded, worthless and trapped in my past. But my being confident has a lot to do with Ceasar and the conversations we had through the years. He helped me heal and love myself despite the painful memories of a previous relationship. He made me realize that if I forgive myself, I’ll be able to let others forgive me and accept me for who I am and what I’ve been through. I’m still in this journey but I know I’m getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second year I’ll be celebrating my birthday without my mom around. Her death somehow ended all the urge for dependence in my system. Her thoughts and views were the standard and with her not being around anymore, I couldn’t help but feel lost and out of track. It was tougher last year but I think I can now handle the fact much better since I’ve come to realize that she will always be around. I’ve felt her presence in the toughest of times when I felt I couldn’t do it and find myself surviving them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m now 28 but I wonder, what do people usually wish for and want when they turn 28? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my list…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be healthier. I want to start taking my Pilates seriously. I lost those excessive through it without depriving myself of food that I love to eat. I find it hard to get back to the habit after I had my wisdom tooth removed and another tooth extracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to start jogging/running again at the UP Oval, better if it is raining. And indulge in fish balls and cheese sticks after. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to travel – to beaches, scenic spots, cities, provinces and countries – to any place where I will have the chance to savor the beauty of life, the wonders of friendships and forget the pressures and demands of the real world for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take more pictures. Now that I have my own digital camera, I know I can do this without limit. =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be engaged. &lt;em&gt;(Ahem-ahem)&lt;/em&gt; Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get a house. &lt;em&gt;(attention, Pag-IBIG!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to teach again. I missed helping out kids who are having difficulty in English. I know I am not a good writer. I am even lazy. But I have this passion and interest to teach English language and grammar. Those who can’t do, TEACH! Hopefully, I will have the time and the resources to review for the LET next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take driving lessons. I don’t have the car and I won’t have one in years but I just want to learn how to drive. I’m a coward (I have this great fear of the unknown)and this is one way for to be a bit more brave and conquer my fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take French lessons. Learning the language is one of my frustrations. (&lt;em&gt;Another would be being a cheerdancer/gymnast&lt;/em&gt;) This is a preparation to my other dream – to go to France and visit all the places mentioned in Dan Brown’s novel, &lt;strong&gt;The Da Vinci Code&lt;/strong&gt; and try &lt;em&gt;ratatouille&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I want to be a better Christian – a Christian with a purpose and has a personal relationship with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, this is what I want to start doing or accomplish this year as a 28-year-old me. These are not wishes but goals I have to act on, so I need all the discipline, courage and determination and prayers to make this year much more meaningful than the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday thanks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank everyone who remembered me and my birthday. Thanks for the emails, text messages and messages/comments (through &lt;em&gt;Facebook&lt;/em&gt;, my blog, and &lt;em&gt;Friendster&lt;/em&gt;) I received and continue to receive. You truly made my day super-duper extra special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Ceasar – for the snacks he bought me after his shift. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Apol and Gran – for taking the time to see me on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Gran – for the wonderful dinner and the Kettle Corn popcorn. I also enjoyed the bus ride with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Uno Animo team – for the cute messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Vayie, for my Cookie’s (David Cook) pic. I love it and I’m keeping it!! Super thank you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, to everyone, thank you for your thoughtfulness and sweet words!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-7844034944949596520?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/7844034944949596520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=7844034944949596520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/7844034944949596520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/7844034944949596520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-after-my-birthday.html' title='A day after my birthday'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-1027670466187712145</id><published>2008-09-01T09:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:41:33.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthdays!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=trebuchet color=pink&gt;It’s the start of September – my favorite month! I just want to greet all the people I know who were conceived during the holidays and were born in this &lt;em&gt;special month of September&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 1 – L.A., Kuya Dom and Jowell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 2 – Tita Precy (Edgran's mom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 3 – Alex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 4 – &lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;, Doie, Alvin Lobo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 5 – Tito Jun (Apol's dad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 6 – Genere &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 8 – Bubi Pachiez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 13 – Kuya Raul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 17 – Diana, Meland &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 21 – Edgran, Gerard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 25 – Beth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 28 – Mark Jay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SLtECcf4n-I/AAAAAAAAAMU/WaNwIUk_jbU/s1600-h/j"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SLtECcf4n-I/AAAAAAAAAMU/WaNwIUk_jbU/s320/j" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240857400176058338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday to all of us!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-1027670466187712145?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/1027670466187712145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=1027670466187712145&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/1027670466187712145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/1027670466187712145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/08/birthdays.html' title='birthdays!!!'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SLtECcf4n-I/AAAAAAAAAMU/WaNwIUk_jbU/s72-c/j' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-1184302844566256400</id><published>2008-08-30T12:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:46:46.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apol's home!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=trebuchet color=pink&gt;I received a text message yesterday from Apol, one of my best friends of 14 years that she has finally come home. Yay!!! It’s been 10 months since we last saw her and now that she’s back, I can’t wait to spend time with her before she’s off again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope she stays here long enough to celebrate my and Gran’s birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey Apol, welcome back!! Miss you so much, see you next week. Mwahuggs!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-1184302844566256400?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/1184302844566256400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=1184302844566256400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/1184302844566256400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/1184302844566256400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/08/apols-home.html' title='Apol&apos;s home!!'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-184323890690097251</id><published>2008-08-29T11:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:47:32.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my new camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=trebuchet color=pink&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yay!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally bought my new digital camera (&lt;strong&gt;a gorgeous black Sony Cyber Shot DSC-W110&lt;/strong&gt;) last Wednesday. (It's actually a gift from &lt;em&gt;galanteng&lt;/em&gt; Ceasar.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SLdwv3GUyuI/AAAAAAAAAME/7pqxCrysOFQ/s1600-h/j"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SLdwv3GUyuI/AAAAAAAAAME/7pqxCrysOFQ/s320/j" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239780659015502562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks, pupish!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't describe it -- it's beyond words, it's a dream come true. &lt;em&gt;(Okei, lemme just borrow Kmart's word when he saw the camera: WOOOOW!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to take pictures of my family and friends. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-184323890690097251?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/184323890690097251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=184323890690097251&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/184323890690097251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/184323890690097251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-new-camera.html' title='my new camera'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SLdwv3GUyuI/AAAAAAAAAME/7pqxCrysOFQ/s72-c/j' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-4520273781968789105</id><published>2008-08-26T09:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:48:28.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yummy pancake!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=trebuchet color=pink&gt;I just want to thank Tetay for the Jollibee pancake treat she gave me, Cai, Vayie and Kim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Tetay!! Ang sarap ng pagkaing libre. Hehehe... It was so generous and sweet of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lahat kami nakangiti ngayon habang inaantay ang oras ng pananghalian.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-4520273781968789105?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/4520273781968789105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=4520273781968789105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/4520273781968789105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/4520273781968789105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/08/yummy-pancake.html' title='yummy pancake!!'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-6315587074894157448</id><published>2008-08-23T12:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:51:29.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bummer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=trebuchet color=pink&gt;I'm still stuck in the 7am-4pm shift. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super bummer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetay and I celebrated the change (we thought we're back to our 6am-3pm shift) prematurely and so I came to work with disappointment after reading Dustin's text message this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's find something good in this.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-6315587074894157448?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/6315587074894157448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=6315587074894157448&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/6315587074894157448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/6315587074894157448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/08/bummer.html' title='bummer'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-8367076659754045409</id><published>2008-08-23T12:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:52:31.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MILEY [my' - ley]/[my' - ly]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=trebuchet color=pink&gt;**how painful it is to feel something so powerful when you know you are powerless? How special is someone for one to willingly feel the pain the memory of that someone brings? How painful it is to not know whether you should let go or wait? How far are you willing to go to know if that love is the ONE? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sit here and I remember you once again – how I felt about you, how you took my breath away with every touch and kiss. I remember them like it was just yesterday. I remember the dreams we shared – believing that things will be the way we want them to be. I remember the pain as vivid as it was when you left me without anything to hold on to while I wait for the time when you come back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to let go of this unreciprocated love, but I was a fool to think that everything will be the same when the time comes. I tried to ignore your words that linger in my thoughts but they come as fresh as the moment they came out of your sweet lips. I tried not to miss your touch but it is still as warm as the first time you touched me. I suffer every time I’m reminded of your memories, yet I’d rather be hurt than not remember you at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I would die and live again and find you at the right place and at the right time. I wish I can hold your hand without doubt. I wish I could caress your lips without fear of losing you ever again. I wish I could hug you without guilt because I now know you are mine. I wish I could stay with you forever and until I breathe my last breath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all of these are just wishes – wishes that I know will never come true; false hopes for things that I know could never be. I know these are mere souvenirs of what we used to have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I am here waiting – waiting for Fate to change it for me, for us – waiting for you to turn around and come back to me and take me in your arms and tell me that you love me. I am here waiting for you to find the strength to take that leap of faith and be with me; waiting for you to realize that I AM WORTH IT, because I know I love you the way no one has loved you before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t know this, you will never know this. I want you to see it, find it, realize it on your own. I wait for you in silence and in agony and in longing, I hope you realize it before it’s too late, before I’m too tired, too hopeless to love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MILEY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-8367076659754045409?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/8367076659754045409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=8367076659754045409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/8367076659754045409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/8367076659754045409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/08/miley-my-leymy-ly.html' title='MILEY [my&apos; - ley]/[my&apos; - ly]'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-7861777025912934913</id><published>2008-08-22T12:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:53:27.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>favorite quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=trebuchet color=pink&gt;"When you know better, you do better." - Maia Angelou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one thing, but you are bound to do something else. Something hurts you, yet you know it shouldn't. You take certain things for granted, even when you know you should never take anything for granted." - Morrie, Tuesdays with Morrie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barely know you. I don't know your dad's first name, I don't know if you ever wore braces, or contacts, or glasses and I have no idea how you came to be a wedding planner, Mary. But I do know the curves of your face. And I know every fleck of gold in your eyes. I know that the night at the park was the best time I've ever had. - Steve (Matthew McConnaughey), The Wedding Planner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is our choices Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities." - Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Chamber of Secrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We can do no great things; only small things with great love." -Mother Teresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love means never having to say you're sorry." -Jenny Cavilleri to Oliver Barrett IV, Erich Segal's LOVE STORY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worse kind of suffering.” - Paulo Coelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have to take risks. We will only understand the miracle of life fully when we allow the unexpected to happen.” - Paulo Coelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The moment of that kiss contained every happy moment I had ever lived.” - Paulo Coelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.” - Paulo Coelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.” - Paulo Coelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people should lead their lives, but none about his or her own." -Paulo Coelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think that when we look for love courageously, it reveals itself, and we wind up attracting even more love. If one person really wants us, everyone does. But if we're alone, we become even more alone. Life is strange.” - Paulo Coelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-7861777025912934913?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/7861777025912934913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=7861777025912934913&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/7861777025912934913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/7861777025912934913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/08/favorite-quotes.html' title='favorite quotes'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-4395673843881571683</id><published>2008-08-22T10:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:54:30.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=trebuchet color=pink&gt;RJ and Kmart dropped by at the house last night. I was reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix but found that it would be almost impossible to do this with much concentration as Kmart continues to surprise me with new things that he learned so I decided to just surf the TV for something light to watch and came across the movie, &lt;strong&gt;Hitch&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry, this is not one of my boring entries where I’m pretending to be a movie/book critic. (wannabe me!! =P) I just want to share this line in the movie that would be a perfect guide for us to live our life to the fullest and see life as a journey to happiness, contentment and fulfillment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Life is not the amount of breaths you take; it’s the moments that take your breath away.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yun lang!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-4395673843881571683?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/4395673843881571683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=4395673843881571683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/4395673843881571683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/4395673843881571683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/08/hitch.html' title='Hitch'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-4881136513785794800</id><published>2008-08-22T10:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:04:17.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an article to inspire and empower us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=trebuchet color=pink&gt;I just want to share this article that I received in my Yahoo email. I find this (article)very inspiring and empowering for people (like me) who want to let go of the past pains that continue to haunt them – hopefully through this, we will find the strength to forgive ourselves and the acceptance that we deserve to be happy despite the mistakes we’ve made. We cannot find this overnight but to see that flicker of hope that we can SOMEDAY is I think a BIG step towards that goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to let go. It's time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let It Go....&lt;br /&gt;by Bishop T. D. Jakes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are people who can walk away from you and hear me when I tell you this - when people can walk away from you: let them walk. I don't want you to try to talk another person into staying with you, loving you, calling you, caring about you, coming to see you, staying attached to you. I mean hang up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people can walk away from you let them walk. Your destiny is never tied to anybody that left. The Bible said that, "they came out from us that it might be manifest that they were not for us. For had they been of us, no doubt they would have continued with us." (1John 2:19).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People leave you because they are not joined to you. And if they are not joined to you, you can get super glue and you can't make them stay. Let them go. And it doesn't mean that they are a bad person it just means that their part in the story is over. And you've got to know when people's part in your story is over so that you don't keep trying to raise the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to know when it's dead. You've got to know when it's over. Let me tell you something. I've got the gift of goodbye. It's not that I'm hateful, it's that I'm faithful, and I know what ever God means for me to have He will give it to me. And if it takes too much sweat I don't need it. Stop begging people to stay. Let them go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are holding on to something that doesn't belong to you and was never intended for your life, then you need to...Let it go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are holding on to past hurts and pains... Let it go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone can't treat you right, love you back, and see your worth...Let it go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone has angered you...Let it go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are holding on to some thoughts of evil and revenge...Let it go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are involved in a wrong relationship or addiction...Let it go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are holding on to a job that no longer meets your needs or talents...Let it go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a bad attitude...Let it go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you keep judging others to make yourself feel better...Let it go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're stuck in the past and God is trying to take you to a new level in Him...Let it go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are struggling with the healing of a broken relationship...Let it go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you keep trying to help someone who won't even try to help themselves...Let it go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're feeling depressed and stressed...Let it go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is a particular situation that you are so used to handling yourself and God is saying "Take you hands off of it," then you need to...Let it go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the past be the past. Forget the former things. God is doing a new thing for you! LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get right or get left...think about it, then...LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let God's love, peace, and blessings be with you always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past cannot be changed...the future is still in your power!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-4881136513785794800?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/4881136513785794800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=4881136513785794800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/4881136513785794800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/4881136513785794800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/08/article-to-inspire-and-empower-us.html' title='an article to inspire and empower us'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-2153394029137267445</id><published>2008-08-19T14:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:05:11.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woohoo! my favorite days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=trebuchet color=pink&gt;Yay!! Finally, my two favorite days (well, at least for now), Wednesday and Thursday – my rest days are now here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely take long naps because I’ve been having trouble sleeping these past nights that I only get 4 hours of sleep daily. (Painful!) I can now go back to reading the Goblet of Fire. Oh, yeah, I need to do a little bit of house cleaning. It’s my turn to cook lunch and dinner for two days since I’m homebound. I also need to have our clothes picked up by the laundry woman. Of course, I’m going to wash some of my clothes that I don’t want to be machine-washed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fancy plans this week as I need to stretch my budget til next pay out. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-2153394029137267445?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/2153394029137267445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=2153394029137267445&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/2153394029137267445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/2153394029137267445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/08/woohoo-my-favorite-days.html' title='woohoo! my favorite days'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-6932763143641230006</id><published>2008-08-18T14:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:07:15.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kudos to me.. finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=trebuchet color=pink&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold your thoughts, there! I'm not self-centered, egotistic or anything like it. I'm just happy today after my coaching session with my supervisor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my stats for Week 1 of August (08/03-08/09), and I’m just ecstatic!! I’ve been struggling for months to get a decent number under my name. Finally!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;CSAT: 78.57 (Target 77)&lt;br /&gt;FTR: 85.71 (Target 76)&lt;br /&gt;Quality: 85.00 (Target 80)&lt;br /&gt;EPH: 8.20 (Target 7)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**to some, these numbers may not mean anything, but to me, these are the FRUITS of HARD (and I mean, haaaaard) labor, man. Hahaha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I get a “Woot! Woot!”?!! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-6932763143641230006?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/6932763143641230006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=6932763143641230006&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/6932763143641230006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/6932763143641230006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/08/kudos-to-me-finally.html' title='Kudos to me.. finally'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-6926728484583624915</id><published>2008-08-18T14:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:14:55.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>surprise treat from bubi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=trebuchet color=pink&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinorpresa ako ni &lt;/em&gt;Ceasar&lt;em&gt; kahapon.&lt;/em&gt; =D &lt;em&gt;Sinundo niya ako sa &lt;/em&gt;office &lt;em&gt;at&lt;/em&gt; ON TIME siya &lt;em&gt;para pumunta kami sa&lt;/em&gt; Robinson’s Galleria to have dinner in celebration of our 4th anniversary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really such a pleasant surprise coz I know he really went out of his way to get there on time. He lacked sleep since Saturday coz we attended my Daddy’s 54th birthday celebration after both coming from our respective shifts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just walked around the mall first, just looking. I can’t really buy anything on impulse since I’m saving my money to buy my first-ever digital camera. (I have my eyes on the following: Canon Ixus 75/Ixus 80, Sony Cybershot w110 or Olympus FE320.) But it was still fun, we get to talk which we have not done much recently since the change in my schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to have dinner at Kenny Roger’s coz we’re both craving for roasted chicken. &lt;em&gt;Di namin kasi kabisado yung mall kaya hindi na kami naghanap pa ng ibang resto na nag-se-&lt;/em&gt;serve &lt;em&gt;ng &lt;/em&gt;roasted chicken. &lt;em&gt;Haay, grabe busog kami. &lt;/em&gt;Looks can be really deceiving. &lt;em&gt;Kala ko ang liit ng &lt;/em&gt;servings &lt;em&gt;sa&lt;/em&gt; KR &lt;em&gt;pero kakabusog din pala.&lt;/em&gt; After eating, we then ordered Josine’s dinner and went on window shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this FIC stall and I had the urge to buy their Pistachio ice cream and definitely, no regrets!! Love the taste and texture, although I would have enjoyed it more if I ate it while sitting since it kept me from checking out my favorite boutiques I saw while we were strolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to AstroWorld and found that the House DVDs and Planet Earth DVDs are both on sale. Aaarrrgh!! I’ve been wanting to buy those goodies for so long but I really find them too pricey then, until now, when all are for less than a thousand pesos each?!! That’s really a bargain – I’m going insane!! I really should make up my mind on what camera I should buy and where so I can move on to my next projects (books and DVDs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to National Bookstore and looked for any interesting book on sale, sadly none. But I think I’ll soon get a set of the Twilight series, about a vampire and a mortal in love and their struggles. It was announced this week, (days after Warner Bros. announced that The Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince movie’s debut was moved to July 2009 from November 2008 – super bummer!) that its first book’s movie version will be shown this November 2008 and was said to get the same attention as the Harry Potter series. (Of course, we have to wait and see.) I got excited when I heard that the actor who will be playing Edward Cullen’s character (the vampire) is Robert Pattinson, the same guy who played Cedric Diggory in the Goblet of Fire!! Such a hottie. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After rummaging through the pile of books at NBS, we realized that we have to go home since it was already half past seven and poor Josine, we have her dinner. (Bad big sister, bad!!!) We just made a stop at Le Couer de France to buy bread and off we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a tiring day from work and malling but it was worth all the energy spent. I realized that I’m blessed to have a best friend, barkada, boyfriend, confidante and critic – all rolled into my only &lt;em&gt;Bubi Pachiez&lt;/em&gt;, Ceasar – coz we don’t get tired talking about anything under the sun, we have similar interests that keep us together and differences that make us unique and a mystery to each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Ceasar: Thanks, baby for a wonderful 4th anniversary celebration! Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-6926728484583624915?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/6926728484583624915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=6926728484583624915&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/6926728484583624915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/6926728484583624915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/08/surprise-treat-from-bubi.html' title='surprise treat from bubi'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-6213828998670721352</id><published>2008-08-17T11:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:22:07.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunnysundayremindsmeilove2read</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=tahoma color=dodgerblue&gt;This is my third entry for today. We’re not that busy at work, thank goodness. The number of emails that we have when we arrived this morning was manageable. (We answered the emails in two hours.) Most of us (most especially, the am shift peeps) have been really stressed out because of the high volume of emails (I don’t want to discuss the factors that I think may have caused this.) and this is a pleasant way to spend a sunny Sunday, just chillin’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this kind of day makes me sometimes wish that I have the time and the smackaroos to go out and unwind. &lt;em&gt;Parang hindi ka na makapagrelaks na hindi naglalabas ng pera sa panahon ngayon.&lt;/em&gt; That’s why I’m so happy I have my books to turn to when all else fails (or not affordable??). I get to travel different places and know different people and cultures without leaving the comforts of my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I can spend hundreds of pesos just to buy the books that catch my attention and interest. I’m proud to be the owner of Harry Potter Books – I bought Books 3-6 (Prisoner of Azkaban, Goblet of Fire, Order of the Phoenix and The Half-Prince) on impulse but Book 1 (Sorcerer’s Stone) was given to me by Teddy Bear Joel, a friend and former teammate; Book 2 (Chamber of Secret), a Christmas gift from Marck “Baby Gurl” before he left for the US and Book 7 (The Deathly Hallows) from Graham, a friend and former product trainer who is now back in Canada studying and pimpin’ (hahaha!!). (Am I not lucky to have generous friends?). I also have books of authors, Agatha Christie, John Grisham, Sidney Sheldon, Paulo Coelho and Robert Ludlum as well as in English grammar and French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that my dream house has its own library? Yup, true!! I love reading!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take note, I’m a selective reader, but the topics that interest me are quite diversed. &lt;em&gt;Kaya lang mas hinahatak ang hilig ko sa mga storya na may &lt;/em&gt;murder-mystery and sex and violence. I just don’t know why, but I knew when I came across Agatha Christie and Sidney Sheldon when I was Grade 2, I need to read more of their works, &lt;em&gt;saka na lumawak yung hilig ko sa ibang &lt;/em&gt;plots when I reached high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haaay… &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’ll start saving again (after I buy a digital camera) so I can get my hands on the book entitled, An Incomplete Education, claimed to reacquaint you with the topics you probably missed and slept through in school. &lt;em&gt;Matagal ko nang gustong mabili to kaya lang pag bibilhin ko na, may biglang ibang bagay na eeksena na mas kelangan na atensyon. Pagkatapos talaga ng &lt;/em&gt;camera, &lt;em&gt;ito naman.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haaay…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-6213828998670721352?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/6213828998670721352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=6213828998670721352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/6213828998670721352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/6213828998670721352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/08/sunnysundayremindsmeilove2read.html' title='sunnysundayremindsmeilove2read'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-495231388148336747</id><published>2008-08-17T10:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:23:43.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful news</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=tahoma color=deeppink&gt;Tetay’s back to work today with great news. Her mom’s mitral valve replacement surgery (last Friday) was a success. Her mom is on her way to recovery and is now allowed to eat solid food. She will be out of the hospital in a week’s time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another living proof that PRAYERS move mountains. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-495231388148336747?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/495231388148336747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=495231388148336747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/495231388148336747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/495231388148336747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/08/wonderful-news.html' title='Wonderful news'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-1493020163579116843</id><published>2008-08-17T10:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:24:34.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year for us..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=tahoma color=green&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s Bubi and babi’s 4th anniversary today. Yipee!! We almost didn’t make it today as a couple (I don’t want to remember the rough times we’ve been through) but I’m glad we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don’t have any special plans today since I have a shift ‘til 4pm. We’re probably just going to eat out in one of our favorite food establishments in Diliman (either in Maginhawa or in UP) – just spend some time together really. Since we have different RDs and shifts, it has been really difficult for us to make any plans or spend time with each other the way we used to. A little blessing is still a blessing. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bubba,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for another year of love and laughter. Yes, we went through a lot this year but I guess, this just means you’re stuck with me. You can never get really rid of me even if you want to. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank you for bringing out the best in me – I learn a lot from you everyday with simple words that you share. I appreciate the passion that you have in life, love and music. I’m proud of your generosity and your willingness to be the strength for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve always told you that you are the main reason why we are still here – your patience and understanding make and will always a big difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to another year with you – as we take pleasure in seeing our dreams unfold before our very eyes, holding each other’s hands and smiling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More food to enjoy, more places to explore, more times to treasure and more love and laughter to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, shamumiz pumpachiez!! Happy 4th anniversary!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-1493020163579116843?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/1493020163579116843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=1493020163579116843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/1493020163579116843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/1493020163579116843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-year-for-us.html' title='Another year for us..'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-376689148189178667</id><published>2008-07-27T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T13:55:00.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ubettergetdemryt</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/1875248"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/1875248/2.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br &gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-376689148189178667?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/376689148189178667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=376689148189178667&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/376689148189178667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/376689148189178667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/07/ubettergetdemryt.html' title='ubettergetdemryt'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-7363322252383569513</id><published>2008-07-27T07:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:26:39.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LA is back!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=tahoma color=deeppink&gt;I’m now fighting the urge to take a nap here in the office while at my station. I came to work today, a rainy Sunday at 6am without much sleep. Ceasar even had to accompany me on my way to work &lt;em&gt;kasi baka makatulog daw ako sa&lt;/em&gt; bus &lt;em&gt;at lumagpas ako ng &lt;/em&gt;office. What a sweetheart! &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think the headache I have is soooo worth it. I just had a wonderful night with my best high school buddies, LA and Gran and our beaus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA arrived with Genere and Tita Anna (her mom) last Thursday, July 24th. It is her second time to come and visit us from Australia. We will finally have the chance to meet her boyfriend of 6 years and fiancé, Genere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to meet up in my favorite café, Baang (pronounced as Bang) Coffee in Tomas Morato. (I suggest that you try their Black Forest and Death By Chocolate – they are really delicious but not as expensive as the other coffee shops that most of us came to love.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gran suggested that we have dinner at The Red Crab, not that far from the café. And it was the perfect choice for all of us. People who are really close to me know that I am not a big fan of seafoods but the dishes were awesome. I just had to try them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had sisig and tofu, chicharon bulaklak and calamares for our appetizers. We then indulged to seafood paella, Bacon wrapped Camaron Rebusado with Saffron Rice, Steamed Milkfish with Laing, Male crab (I had to emphasize on the gender of the crab since Gran really wanted a female one. =D) and lots of garlic rice. And my favorite: REFILLABLE ICED TEA!! Woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food are a bit pricey but I think they’re worth it because the place is great, the staff are very courteous and accommodating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT STOP: ZIRKOH Timog: to watch JOHN “UNIVERSAL SWEET” LAPUS’ birthday show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genere and LA found the place too crowded and asked us if we could go some place else. Genere wanted to watch a Live Band so Gran suggested that we go to Mugen in Metrowalk instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;AT MUGEN&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked the place. It was not that jampacked considering that it was a Saturday night. URBAN NATION was one of the featured bands that night and to my delight, all the bands are playing R&amp;B songs. The night got better and better by the minute. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the bands were great but I really find URBAN NATION the best since they performed most of my recent favorite songs – J. Holiday’s Suffocate, Usher’s U Remind Me, Nice n’ Slow and Love in Da Club, Chris Brown’s With You and Trey Songz’ Can’t Help But Wait. Also, I found that my friend, Paulo is the drummer of the band. I’ve always admired this kid for his talent and humility. I know that he will go places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, we had drinks and sisig (sizzling this time) while we groove to the music. We left Mugen at around 2am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful evening spent with special people who I am so blessed to share my simple life and a beautiful friendship with. Too bad, Apol wasn’t able to come home around the time of LA’s visit. We would’ve a grander time with her and Darwin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA, Genere and Tita Anna will be leaving the Philippines on August 9 to spend the remaining 2 weeks of their holiday in Singapore and Malaysia. I really pray that they have a safe and pleasant trip going to their next stops and on their way home back to Australia.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-7363322252383569513?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/7363322252383569513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=7363322252383569513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/7363322252383569513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/7363322252383569513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/07/la-is-back.html' title='LA is back!!!'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-1375207464078345287</id><published>2008-07-15T12:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:27:24.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Guiness record for Sir Paeng Nepomuceno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=tahoma color=deeppink&gt;Paeng Nepomuceno also made it to the Guiness World Records for the third time. This time for having won the most number of bowling tournaments worldwide -- 118. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is also currently holding the record for winning four World Cups in three different decades and for being the youngest to win a world title at the age of 19. Beat that!! Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly, a World Class Filipino..&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-1375207464078345287?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/1375207464078345287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=1375207464078345287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/1375207464078345287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/1375207464078345287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-guiness-record-for-sir-paeng.html' title='Another Guiness record for Sir Paeng Nepomuceno'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-7598042178023944719</id><published>2008-07-15T12:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:28:59.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>David Blaine is now in the Guiness World Records</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=tahoma color=dodgerblue&gt;I watched Oprah last night and saw David Blaine broke the Guiness Record for the Longest Breathholding underwater that was recently made early this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Old world record was for 16 minutes and 32 seconds. David Blaine's and the new world record is for 17 minutes and 4 seconds. David trained for 4 months to prepare for this attempt with the help of wordclass doctors, fitness trainers and divers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, David!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-7598042178023944719?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/7598042178023944719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=7598042178023944719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/7598042178023944719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/7598042178023944719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/07/david-blaines-is-now-in-guiness-world.html' title='David Blaine is now in the Guiness World Records'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-45236167568170452</id><published>2008-07-15T12:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:29:55.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iisa Pa Lamang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=tahoma color=white&gt;Last night, I watched the pilot episode of Claudine Baretto's new &lt;em&gt;teleserye&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Iisa Pa Lamang&lt;/em&gt;. I'm not really into teleseryes but the trailer got me interested. If the trailer stayed true to the real storyline, then I'm glad that at least Filipino writers are starting to treat their target audience with maturity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try watching it for two weeks, then we'll see if it's as good as they want to show us it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I just need to mention that Diether Ocampo has a great body and that Gabby Concepcion looks loke he's only a few years older than Diether and Claudine. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-45236167568170452?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/45236167568170452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=45236167568170452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/45236167568170452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/45236167568170452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/07/iisa-pa-lamang.html' title='Iisa Pa Lamang'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-9187757632612032556</id><published>2008-07-15T12:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:31:32.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Universe 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=tahoma color=deeppink&gt;I watched the Miss Universe 2008 pageant yesterday and I was very happy with the result. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Colombia, Taliana Vargas, really had my vote from the start of the semifinals until I heard her answer the Jennifer Hawkin's question, "If you could go back in time and change a moment in your past, what would that be and why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave an answer that I consider to be the safest and laziest answer that one could give to such a question that would definitely show one's strength and humility. I was really disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I considered, Ms. Venezuela's (Dayana Mendoza) answer to Louis Licari's question: "Do you believe men or women have it easier in life, and why?" her leap to the crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her answer: "God made us to share and to have difference, but big difference between women and men, doesn't matter whether kind of life they live, is that men think, that they think that the faster way to got to a point is go straight. Women know that the faster way to go to a point is go to the curve and fix in every curves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;(BIG ROUND OF APPLAUSE)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her answer uplifted the women without the degrading men, and I think that makes a true Miss Universe, focusing the strengths of one's self without higlighting the weaknesses of others. =D Amazing!! i really like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-9187757632612032556?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/9187757632612032556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=9187757632612032556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/9187757632612032556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/9187757632612032556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/07/miss-universe-2008.html' title='Miss Universe 2008'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-3706467914118182</id><published>2008-06-28T11:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:32:24.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=tahoma color=dodgerblue&gt;We are finally moving to our new place. it's not as nice as the one were leaving but it'll definitely give us the peace that I have not had in the past month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tiring, but I welcome it because I know that at the end of the frantic tasks of packing, unpacking and arranging, we will eventually call this humble place our new HOME!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-3706467914118182?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/3706467914118182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=3706467914118182&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/3706467914118182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/3706467914118182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/06/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-4706148414027916688</id><published>2008-06-28T11:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:43:44.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weird PDA scholar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=tahoma color=deeppink&gt;I find LAARNI, one of the PDA scholars for 2008, really weird. At age 22, I think she's going through this MAJOR, and I mean MAJOR identity crisis. She's insecure and almost always feel that she doesn't belong. But sometimes she'd be so confident to run around like a child in the Academy, thinking it's cute (but, believe me, it's NOT --- SO NOT) or dance like Shakira in front of the other scholars.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's nice to be around fun-loving people. They emit positive vibes around them. &lt;em&gt;Ang problema kay Laarni, pag napagsasabihan siya, dinadaan niya kaagad sa iyak at iniisip na inaapi siya.&lt;/em&gt; Feeling &lt;em&gt;pa niya&lt;/em&gt;, narrow-minded &lt;em&gt;ang mga tao na pinagsasabihan siya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, she was saved from being expelled this week after Chivas (one of my bets) was given the forced expulsion due to health reasons. &lt;em&gt;SAYANG TALAGA!!! Nakakairita na kasi yung drama niya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope her stay will help her grow up and mature, or else, PDA should have psychological tests administered to all qualified competitors.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-4706148414027916688?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/4706148414027916688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=4706148414027916688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/4706148414027916688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/4706148414027916688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/06/weird-pda-scholar.html' title='weird PDA scholar'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-5385036539168488719</id><published>2008-06-21T12:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:45:47.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L.A. will be back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=tahoma color=lightpink&gt;I got superexcited when I received a message from my best friend, Edgran, that L.A. will come visit us again on July 24. This time, she will be with Gener, her fiance (Congratulations!!) and will stay here for 20 days. I'm happy that I will get to spend quality time with my high school buddies once again. I just hope we will also get news about Apple and when she will be coming home as I miss my Badtz badly too. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to a grand time with the gang next month!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-5385036539168488719?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/5385036539168488719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=5385036539168488719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/5385036539168488719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/5385036539168488719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/06/la-will-be-back.html' title='L.A. will be back'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-3838624881134730875</id><published>2008-06-21T12:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:46:25.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=tahoma color=green&gt;I hate to admit it but I don't spend a lot of time with the only parent that I have -- my Dad. But last Sunday, June 15, was his very special day, and my brother's (RJ), too since he is a father to my energetic nephew, Kmart (Kenyon Martin Barranda Divina), who is turning two on July 6. So I took this opportunity to make him to feel special on Father's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (RJ, Josine and I) were supposed to surprise my Dad but he texted me last Thursday, asking me if we will come and visit him on Sunday. Knowing my Dad, if you told him that you will not be there, he will make other plans, so surprising him after he asked that question is really not a good idea. I think he appreciated the thought that we will be there, at least he has something to look forward to on Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a cake. Texted everyone to make sure they're all ready. Dada wanted us to go straight to church and attend mass, sadly, we were late as usual. Thanks to Ceasar and RJ. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at around 5.30pm at Dada's place. To our surprise, &lt;em&gt;pupunta daw kami sa Baliwag&lt;/em&gt; restaurant. &lt;em&gt;Hahaha!!! Saya&lt;/em&gt;, i've been wanting to eat &lt;em&gt;liempo&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;pinakbet&lt;/em&gt; for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a blast. It's so nice to spend time and eat good food with the whole family. We had &lt;em&gt;pinakbet, liempo, lechon manok&lt;/em&gt;, shrimps,&lt;em&gt; bulalo&lt;/em&gt; and lots of rice. &lt;em&gt;At siyempre&lt;/em&gt;, refillable iced tea!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arjay, Josine and Ceasar almost had a heart attack.. &lt;em&gt;hahaha.. Lahat daw kasi masarap. At&lt;/em&gt; chocolate ice cream &lt;em&gt;pa&lt;/em&gt; for dessert. Josine had 3 servings. Good luck &lt;em&gt;sa&lt;/em&gt; t-shirt &lt;em&gt;na naging&lt;/em&gt; tight fitting shirt after 45 minutes. &lt;em&gt;Takaw kasi. Sabi tuloy ni&lt;/em&gt; Dada &lt;em&gt;kay &lt;/em&gt;Josine, "&lt;em&gt;ano ba yan, anak? Magkasing laki na kayo ng tiyan ni JV&lt;/em&gt;?!" Of course, Josine didn't take it as a compliment, so this weekend, she's taking another dose of her Biguerlai slimming tea. Haha!! Crazy gal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all walked home to aid in our digestion cause we're sooo stuffed. Ceasar and I watched PBA with Dada, while the others were either playing, chatting and watching another show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a blast!! I am sure we all had fun -- that we're looking forward to our next special get-together -- Kmart's 2nd birthday!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-3838624881134730875?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/3838624881134730875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=3838624881134730875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/3838624881134730875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/3838624881134730875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-1406596143036629275</id><published>2008-06-14T11:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:46:58.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day after</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=tahoma color=deeppink&gt;I feel better today. I feel that my anger towards this girl is easing its way out of my system. Of course, emotions do rush inside me when I see her, but it was a conscious decision on my part to not let her and her presence affect me or ruin my days. It takes a lot of effort and self-control to do this but if I was able to do this before, I'm sure I can do this again. Besides, she doesn't deserve my time and energy. I could allot them to more meaningful and worthy people and endeavors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to our new home. Actually, we all are. Living with her took a toll on all of us. We are fortunate that we don't have to live with her and her ways forever. She's almost like a burden you can't get off your back. I only enjoy a few pleasures in life -- and one of them is coming home to a peaceful place. I work hard and so I deserve to have a home that serves as my refuge from the demands of this world. I won't let anyone deprive me of that pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that someday I will find it in my heart to delete my entries about her. I will never forget but I know I can forgive -- someday. Or I'll keep them as a reminder of how "juvenile" (&lt;em&gt;pahiram muna ng&lt;/em&gt; word &lt;em&gt;ulit&lt;/em&gt;, Vayie! =D) the fight was and how embarrassing it was to be a part of it. Hopefully, we'll just laugh our hearts out while reading it, but I doubt it since I know how hurtful my words are. Still, I know someday, things will be better. We can no longer be friends, but hey, it's a small world, after all, there is still a big chance that we will bump into each other. I hope when that time comes, we can then share a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now, &lt;em&gt;dedma talaga&lt;/em&gt;!! &lt;em&gt;Yoko ng away&lt;/em&gt;. Negative vibes should not be entertained. If she's still mad, I just hope she does it in silence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next two weeks, we'll all be busy looking for a new place that's as good as where we live now but cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 16 days, we will have peace, FINALLY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-1406596143036629275?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/1406596143036629275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=1406596143036629275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/1406596143036629275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/1406596143036629275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-after.html' title='the day after'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-4411852818857036291</id><published>2008-06-13T08:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:47:34.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For a pair of sandals...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=tahoma color=dodgerblue&gt;For a pair of sandals, I now fear for my safety. I was accused by someone for cutting the straps of her sandals. I was shocked by this girl's nerve to even think that I would stoop that low just to get even with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, her mere presence is repulsing for me. She is useless at home, she simply just takes up space. She uses her boyfriend who is so nice and hardworking while she enjoys sexy time with another. She's stupid enough to make the most shallow excuses just to cover her trysts with another guy. Unfortunately, her boyfriend believed her every word. He has been open to us about his own suspicions but he himself is in denial that his goody goody girlfriend can do that to him. Reality check, dude, she's doing it to you as of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She found her sandals all cut up, and immediately thought of me doing it. She even had her boyfriend confront mine about it. My boyfriend didn't deny that I had ill-feeling towards her. I may be easily annoyed by people's flaws but that doesn't mean I'm that stupid to do something that will point directly at me. Too bad, we have scissors, they don't but that doesn't mean I did it. Logic, my dear, but I bet you don't have common sense. It is unfortunate that your lover can't buy you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared of this girl. The lowest of the low. If you look at her, she looks &lt;em&gt;mahinhin&lt;/em&gt;, but I warn you she's one gold digger, user and a &lt;em&gt;sanggano&lt;/em&gt;. She showed more concern over material things than relationships. She's unbelievable!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At nagdadabog pa siya kagabi. I had enough of it. Rude &lt;em&gt;talaga&lt;/em&gt;!! When she heard me call her&lt;em&gt; bastos&lt;/em&gt;, she then shouted, &lt;em&gt;"SINIRA MO SANDALS KO!!"&lt;/em&gt; Fuck you!! &lt;em&gt;Mahiya ka sa balat mo!!&lt;/em&gt; Show proof that I did it, but you won't be able to do so because I didn't! &lt;em&gt;Baka pati mga espiritu sa bahay galit na sa yo at sa katamaran mo!!&lt;/em&gt; So don't take it out on me. And if you want another excuse &lt;em&gt;para makauwi ka ng gabi&lt;/em&gt;, well, please not at my expense, slut!! &lt;em&gt;Matagal na akong asar sa yo&lt;/em&gt; but you're lucky that you have a good boyfriend, I respect him and he's like a brother to me &lt;em&gt;kaya hindi kita inaano&lt;/em&gt;. Besides, you're so stupid to not realise that. &lt;em&gt;Masyadong mababa tingin mo sa boyfriend mo, tingin mo mas nagugustuhan ka ng tao&lt;/em&gt;, well sorry to disappoint you, my dear, &lt;em&gt;mas&lt;/em&gt; matotolerate &lt;em&gt;ko pa ang pagiging &lt;/em&gt;alcoholic &lt;em&gt;ng bf mo kesa ang pagiging &lt;/em&gt;social climber &lt;em&gt;mo&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Hindi ka naman makakabili ng mga gamit mo kung wala kang ibang lalaki.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I fear for my safety. On my way to work today, I found this motorcycle parked at the bank across the street where I usually wait for a bus. I am certain, the guy on it was staring at me. When the guy saw that I wasn't alone, (I was with Ceasar), he immediately left while still staring at us. Call me paranoid, but I'd rather be one than dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If something bad happens to me, my boyfriend definitely knows who's responsible for it.&lt;em&gt; kaya lang ang&lt;/em&gt; cheap &lt;em&gt;ng&lt;/em&gt; fight &lt;em&gt;na to, 'no,&lt;/em&gt; over sandals &lt;em&gt;na hindi naman mahal at maganda&lt;/em&gt;. El cheapo &lt;em&gt;naman. hay!! magkakaroon lang ako ng kaaway yung bobo pa, yung hindi marunong &lt;/em&gt;magmeasure &lt;em&gt;ng&lt;/em&gt; value &lt;em&gt;ng mga bagay-bagay&lt;/em&gt;. Aaaargh!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I warn you guys, don't fight with stupid girls. It's not worth it. I'll ignore her and her ka-cheap-an from now on again. I just hope she'll have enough brain cells to realise &lt;em&gt;na ang pangit ng away na to&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a pair of sandals, my safety and peace of mind is compromised. I hate it. I'm scared. I want this to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-4411852818857036291?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/4411852818857036291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=4411852818857036291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/4411852818857036291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/4411852818857036291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-pair-of-sandals.html' title='For a pair of sandals...'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-6298051363617837441</id><published>2008-06-09T11:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:50:40.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>compo</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;FONT face=tahoma color=deeppink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trapped in these walls called love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never cry over things never meant for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put myself in the losing end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz you're just worth it, worth the risk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the absence of certainty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to say goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't and i won't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will never ask questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for answers i am not ready to hear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not ready to handle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who i am and what i have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love means never having to say you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm sorry you're not the one for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry that things don't go our way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, i can't let go, won't let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-6298051363617837441?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/6298051363617837441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=6298051363617837441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/6298051363617837441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/6298051363617837441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/06/compo.html' title='compo'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-4947639865675789706</id><published>2008-06-09T11:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:48:24.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kompo: CLOSET</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;FONT face=tahoma color=dodgerblue&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bilanggo sa katotohanan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahit saang anggulo tignan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi maibahagi, hindi maisiwalat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pag-ibig ko sa yong tapat/tapang ko ay hindi sapat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaligayahan ko'y aking kasiraan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unti-unting nalulunod, tila di makahinga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakulong sa sarili kong mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lumuluhang mag-isa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di alam kung may makakaunawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dalangin ko'y inog ng mundo'y mag-iba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigyan ako ng pag-asa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makamtan ang kaligayahan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ninanais, inaasam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mahagkan ang yong labi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maangkin ang iyong puso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mahawakan ang iyong kamay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makita ka, makasama ka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngunit kay lupit ng mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahit saglit na mahalaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tila ako'y mabibigo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na makuha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-4947639865675789706?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/4947639865675789706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=4947639865675789706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/4947639865675789706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/4947639865675789706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/06/kompo-closet.html' title='kompo: CLOSET'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-6404260714166673218</id><published>2008-06-09T10:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:51:37.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetic justice to a bleeding soul.. hehehe..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;FONT face=tahoma color=dodgerblue&gt;visions... &lt;br /&gt;visions I want to remain&lt;br /&gt;visions I want to fade away as they bring so much pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;souvenirs and tokens of love that could never be&lt;br /&gt;some tangible, some not&lt;br /&gt;yet they bring lasting memories that never want to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words may be enough&lt;br /&gt;but your love is all I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've held your hand, kissed your lips&lt;br /&gt;Felt your breath on my skin&lt;br /&gt;But I know, I'll never have your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please let me go&lt;br /&gt;or let me in&lt;br /&gt;either way, i'll seek refuge in myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're free&lt;br /&gt;soon, you'll no longer be&lt;br /&gt;another hurt, another wish to be numb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldn't hate you&lt;br /&gt;coz you're oblivious&lt;br /&gt;to this feeling burning in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to see what's ahead of me &lt;br /&gt;desperate in saving my tears&lt;br /&gt;for something I can't have&lt;br /&gt;-- I almost have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-6404260714166673218?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/6404260714166673218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=6404260714166673218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/6404260714166673218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/6404260714166673218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/06/poetic-justice-to-bleeding-soul-hehehe.html' title='Poetic justice to a bleeding soul.. hehehe..'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-946642268110721261</id><published>2008-05-27T09:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:52:11.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Papush</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=tahoma color=dodgerblue&gt;Bubba, sorry for putting you in such a compromising situation. Through the years that we've been together, you've taught how to fight back, stand up for what I believe in at the right time. I treated your brods like they are my real brothers - welcomed them without second thoughts because they are your brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've had enough. I have said my piece last night. I know I am right. It was confirmed when he was trying to justify her girlfriend's behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it doesn't matter anymore whether I'm right or not. I'm tired of caring for their/her issues. She will be a ghost in the house. I will no longer consider her in any of my decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want us to be happy and if ignoring her is one way then I'm ready to do it. Anyway, she's useless to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I'm sorry and I love you.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-946642268110721261?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/946642268110721261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=946642268110721261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/946642268110721261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/946642268110721261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/05/to-papush.html' title='To Papush'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-8239719428842394550</id><published>2008-05-27T09:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:52:50.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's it!! I've had it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=tahoma color=deeppink&gt;You will now be non-existent in my life. I will no longer let myself be bothered by your uselessness and inconsideration towards others. I want my peace of mind back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my home. With the help of the people that I love, I made it a home, feel like a home, look like a home. So, THIS IS MY HOME. And I won't let someone who does not even share with the expenses ruin it or make it feel less of a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU live WITH ME!! It's your turn to make the necessary adjustments. I've done my part for the past months. You're not my master, I'm not your servant. I don't need to spend my time adjusting to YOUR needs or issues. If you can't live with me, then LEAVE -- you and your boyfriend with NO BALLS to stand up for what is right and what is proper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, you will no longer feel my care and warmth as if you're a part of my family. I've had enough of you and your primadonna ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay out of my way and we'll both be fine.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-8239719428842394550?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/8239719428842394550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=8239719428842394550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/8239719428842394550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/8239719428842394550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/05/thats-it-ive-had-it.html' title='That&apos;s it!! I&apos;ve had it.'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-175174196606600873</id><published>2008-05-26T12:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:53:30.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you don't deserve my energy, so i'm ending it here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=tahoma color=dodgerblue&gt;I'm tired of the feeling of being choked by your mere presence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of the repugnance I have at the thought of you getting near my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are lazy... you are inconsiderate... you are a princess... you are the queen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm letting this out!! I don't want to fight. I don't like you bringing out the worse in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm usually patient and understanding and compassionate towards people like you, but you certainly had the last straw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sana matuto ka nang makisama. Okay lang naman na i-project mo sa mga katrabaho mo na sosyal ka, na masarap ang buhay mo (hmm, kahit papano, totoo kasi wala ka ngang ginagawa) kahit alam naman natin na mahirap ka at wala kang pera. kung hindi lang dahil sa boyfriend mo **and i think may isa ka pa** wala kang tirahan at pambili ng pagkain mo. At siyempre, wala kang pambili sa mga luho mo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are definitely an embarrassment to the Filipino women of today and what they represent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be independent. &lt;em&gt;Pagsilbihan mo naman ang boyfriend mo!! Siya ang nagpapakahirap sa inyo. Mahiya ka naman, pero tingin ko wala ka na non kasi tingin mo talaga reyna ka.&lt;/em&gt; Make him happy, other than just being pretty. Although I think you enjoy being a trophy!! Poor you coz you're not even close to being pretty most especially when you eat --- close your mouth while chewing the morsels of food you didn't work hard for to get them on your plate, girl!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is the only way that I can get rid of my hatred, I will do this. I know I'll get tired soon enough, but for now, I'll say what's on my mind in my space. And please, stop flirting with other guys for certain favors, THAT'S PROSTITUTION, MY DEAR. Subtle &lt;em&gt;lang yung sa yo kasi "nagtatrabaho" ka sa umaga&lt;/em&gt; but still looks like it. Of course you don't realise it kasi, &lt;em&gt;sabi nga ni Vayie, HIPAN MO YUNG KAMAY KO NA NAKASARA, BUBUKA!!&lt;/em&gt; Most likely, you didn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I FINALLY FEEL BETTER NOW (without really hurting anybody.)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-175174196606600873?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/175174196606600873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=175174196606600873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/175174196606600873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/175174196606600873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-dont-deserve-my-energy.html' title='you don&apos;t deserve my energy, so i&apos;m ending it here'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-5592518056107084453</id><published>2008-05-26T12:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:55:10.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT face=tahoma color=deeppink size=5&gt;&lt;center&gt;DAVID COOK IS 2008's AMERICAN IDOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO COOKIE!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SDo9qWeRGuI/AAAAAAAAALo/75V7OBD1ln8/s1600-h/j"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SDo9qWeRGuI/AAAAAAAAALo/75V7OBD1ln8/s400/j" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204540117176359650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-5592518056107084453?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/5592518056107084453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=5592518056107084453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/5592518056107084453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/5592518056107084453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/05/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SDo9qWeRGuI/AAAAAAAAALo/75V7OBD1ln8/s72-c/j' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-8488971946017885967</id><published>2008-05-26T12:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:02:59.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>daddy tony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=tahoma color=dodgerblue&gt;&lt;em&gt;Astig ang&lt;/em&gt; lineup ng songs ni Daddy Tony &lt;em&gt;sa&lt;/em&gt; player &lt;em&gt;niya&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Enrique Iglesias, to Michelle Branch, Rihanna the Aerosmith... COOL!! Go Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarap tuloy magtrabaho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-8488971946017885967?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/8488971946017885967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=8488971946017885967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/8488971946017885967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/8488971946017885967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/05/astig-ang-lineup-ng-songs-ni-daddy-tony.html' title='daddy tony'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-4230034300105913116</id><published>2008-05-26T12:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:04:03.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>honest mistake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=tahoma color=deeppink&gt;Just found out yesterday that my burner was actually both a CD and DVD burner. Yay!! Instantly, I made a DVD for my dada with all his favorite songs. Thanks to Iwo and his patience. I learned a new thing again!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just happy to know that I wasn't scammed after all. =D&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-4230034300105913116?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/4230034300105913116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=4230034300105913116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/4230034300105913116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/4230034300105913116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/05/honest-mistake.html' title='honest mistake'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-8466639542417399524</id><published>2008-05-12T13:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:04:44.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed: the Perfect song!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;FONT face=tahoma color=dodgerblue size=2&gt;When I think, how life used to be; &lt;br /&gt;Always walking in the shadows. &lt;br /&gt;Then I look, at what you've given me; &lt;br /&gt;I feel like dancing on my tip-toes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say everyday I pray &lt;br /&gt;When realize you're by my side; &lt;br /&gt;I know I'm truly... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed for everything you've given me; &lt;br /&gt;Blessed for all the tenderness you show; &lt;br /&gt;Do my best with every breath that's in me; &lt;br /&gt;Blessed to make sure you never go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times, that I test your &lt;br /&gt;faith, 'til you think you might surrender. &lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm, I'm not ashamed to say, that my &lt;br /&gt;hopes will grow in splendor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walked by in the nick of time &lt;br /&gt;looking like an answered prayer &lt;br /&gt;You know I'm truly... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed for everything you've given me; &lt;br /&gt;Blessed for all the tenderness you show; &lt;br /&gt;Do my best with every breath that's in me; &lt;br /&gt;Blessed to make sure you never go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed with love and understanding; &lt;br /&gt;Blessed when I hear you call my name; &lt;br /&gt;Do my best with faith that's never-ending; &lt;br /&gt;Blessed to make sure you feel the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside you fill me with your tender touch... &lt;br /&gt;You know I'm truly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed for everything you've given me; &lt;br /&gt;Blessed for all the tenderness you show; &lt;br /&gt;Do my best with every breath that's in me; &lt;br /&gt;Blessed to make sure you never go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-8466639542417399524?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/8466639542417399524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=8466639542417399524&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/8466639542417399524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/8466639542417399524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/05/blessed-perfect-song.html' title='Blessed: the Perfect song!'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-1927323204294723193</id><published>2008-05-12T12:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:11:10.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how am i today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=tahoma color=deeppink size=3&gt;I'm happy that I'm loved and special without condition and time - just loved for who I am and the happiness my presence brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfOZSGGk_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/wT5QmqYJ_fQ/s1600-h/j"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfOZSGGk_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/wT5QmqYJ_fQ/s400/j" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199351228572013554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfOZiGGlAI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/e5JaYNeF_48/s1600-h/j2"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfOZiGGlAI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/e5JaYNeF_48/s400/j2" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199351232866980866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfOZiGGlBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/7Euhrn2-vJM/s1600-h/j3"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfOZiGGlBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/7Euhrn2-vJM/s400/j3" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199351232866980882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfOZyGGlCI/AAAAAAAAAFg/8ZLeN6OWqrI/s1600-h/j4"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfOZyGGlCI/AAAAAAAAAFg/8ZLeN6OWqrI/s400/j4" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199351237161948194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfO2CGGlDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/iXR7FECNXkY/s1600-h/j5"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfO2CGGlDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/iXR7FECNXkY/s400/j5" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199351722493252658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfO2CGGlEI/AAAAAAAAAFw/O6tD9kDO9Fc/s1600-h/j6"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfO2CGGlEI/AAAAAAAAAFw/O6tD9kDO9Fc/s400/j6" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199351722493252674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfO2SGGlFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/p3FhILZAkto/s1600-h/j7"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfO2SGGlFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/p3FhILZAkto/s400/j7" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199351726788219986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfO2SGGlGI/AAAAAAAAAGA/n0UrH_iOGQk/s1600-h/j8"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfO2SGGlGI/AAAAAAAAAGA/n0UrH_iOGQk/s400/j8" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199351726788220002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;With my family&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfMSSGGk6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/tY906A1ZnXg/s1600-h/j"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfMSSGGk6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/tY906A1ZnXg/s400/j" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199348909289673634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfMSSGGk7I/AAAAAAAAAEo/obbYczliKcE/s1600-h/j2"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfMSSGGk7I/AAAAAAAAAEo/obbYczliKcE/s400/j2" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199348909289673650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfMSiGGk8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/9mg8ALAx_6Y/s1600-h/j3"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfMSiGGk8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/9mg8ALAx_6Y/s400/j3" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199348913584640962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfMgSGGk9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/Ar_3Zskd0K8/s1600-h/j4"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfMgSGGk9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/Ar_3Zskd0K8/s400/j4" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199349149807842258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfMgSGGk-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/mg-poniXsFY/s1600-h/j5"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfMgSGGk-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/mg-poniXsFY/s400/j5" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199349149807842274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfPxSGGlHI/AAAAAAAAAGI/oy3hjd8neaw/s1600-h/j"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfPxSGGlHI/AAAAAAAAAGI/oy3hjd8neaw/s400/j" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199352740400501874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfQoCGGlII/AAAAAAAAAGQ/IhYkjfGmcnk/s1600-h/j"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfQoCGGlII/AAAAAAAAAGQ/IhYkjfGmcnk/s400/j" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199353680998339714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfQoCGGlJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/E51Wx7klawE/s1600-h/j2"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfQoCGGlJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/E51Wx7klawE/s400/j2" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199353680998339730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfQoSGGlKI/AAAAAAAAAGg/srGZH3GnjgI/s1600-h/j3"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfQoSGGlKI/AAAAAAAAAGg/srGZH3GnjgI/s400/j3" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199353685293307042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfQ2yGGlLI/AAAAAAAAAGo/g65xN2ZMiqs/s1600-h/j4"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfQ2yGGlLI/AAAAAAAAAGo/g65xN2ZMiqs/s400/j4" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199353934401410226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfQ3CGGlMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/1sZINjPuekM/s1600-h/j5"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfQ3CGGlMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/1sZINjPuekM/s400/j5" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199353938696377538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfQ3SGGlNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/7U3qhf48oAk/s1600-h/j6"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfQ3SGGlNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/7U3qhf48oAk/s400/j6" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199353942991344850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;With my best friends&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfSGyGGlOI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ogU32sfUq9A/s1600-h/j"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfSGyGGlOI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ogU32sfUq9A/s400/j" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199355308790944994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfSHCGGlPI/AAAAAAAAAHI/azyC53WEGOs/s1600-h/j2"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfSHCGGlPI/AAAAAAAAAHI/azyC53WEGOs/s400/j2" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199355313085912306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfSHSGGlQI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Db-xg69CRc8/s1600-h/j3"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfSHSGGlQI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Db-xg69CRc8/s400/j3" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199355317380879618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfSHSGGlRI/AAAAAAAAAHY/17omkwh5Htw/s1600-h/j4"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfSHSGGlRI/AAAAAAAAAHY/17omkwh5Htw/s400/j4" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199355317380879634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfSHSGGlSI/AAAAAAAAAHg/dj8blYeQ9To/s1600-h/j5"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfSHSGGlSI/AAAAAAAAAHg/dj8blYeQ9To/s400/j5" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199355317380879650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfTgyGGlTI/AAAAAAAAAHo/evNc3C6nE7A/s1600-h/j"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfTgyGGlTI/AAAAAAAAAHo/evNc3C6nE7A/s400/j" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199356854979171634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfTgyGGlUI/AAAAAAAAAHw/B0Vv_IniMjU/s1600-h/j2"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfTgyGGlUI/AAAAAAAAAHw/B0Vv_IniMjU/s400/j2" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199356854979171650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfThCGGlVI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7nl1aCBf348/s1600-h/j3"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfThCGGlVI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7nl1aCBf348/s400/j3" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199356859274138962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfThCGGlWI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Cn4Qbsygchg/s1600-h/j4"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfThCGGlWI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Cn4Qbsygchg/s400/j4" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199356859274138978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;With Pachiez, Ceasar&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfUaCGGlXI/AAAAAAAAAII/6sADt_SVQQU/s1600-h/j"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfUaCGGlXI/AAAAAAAAAII/6sADt_SVQQU/s400/j" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199357838526682482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfUaSGGlYI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/jyIjRsDLVO0/s1600-h/j2"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfUaSGGlYI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/jyIjRsDLVO0/s400/j2" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199357842821649794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfUaSGGlZI/AAAAAAAAAIY/4JER_hGP8os/s1600-h/j3"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfUaSGGlZI/AAAAAAAAAIY/4JER_hGP8os/s400/j3" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199357842821649810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfUaiGGlaI/AAAAAAAAAIg/n2w9opw3Trc/s1600-h/j4"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfUaiGGlaI/AAAAAAAAAIg/n2w9opw3Trc/s400/j4" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199357847116617122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfWRiGGlbI/AAAAAAAAAIo/TL-NNxtrci4/s1600-h/j"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfWRiGGlbI/AAAAAAAAAIo/TL-NNxtrci4/s400/j" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199359891521050034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfWRiGGlcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/4aDmY173BJ0/s1600-h/j2"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfWRiGGlcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/4aDmY173BJ0/s400/j2" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199359891521050050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfWRyGGldI/AAAAAAAAAI4/oSpdxv-h69M/s1600-h/j3"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfWRyGGldI/AAAAAAAAAI4/oSpdxv-h69M/s400/j3" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199359895816017362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfXDiGGleI/AAAAAAAAAJA/t0RUkUXuhYk/s1600-h/j4"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfXDiGGleI/AAAAAAAAAJA/t0RUkUXuhYk/s400/j4" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199360750514509282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfXDiGGlfI/AAAAAAAAAJI/MGWd6IfhKg0/s1600-h/j5"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfXDiGGlfI/AAAAAAAAAJI/MGWd6IfhKg0/s400/j5" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199360750514509298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfXDyGGlgI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/eACWF18RgG4/s1600-h/j6"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfXDyGGlgI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/eACWF18RgG4/s400/j6" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199360754809476610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfX-CGGlhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/3DsKypw_yro/s1600-h/j"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfX-CGGlhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/3DsKypw_yro/s400/j" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199361755536856594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfYBCGGliI/AAAAAAAAAJg/nEQjOHc9CIc/s1600-h/j2"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfYBCGGliI/AAAAAAAAAJg/nEQjOHc9CIc/s400/j2" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199361807076464162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfYBiGGljI/AAAAAAAAAJo/c4iYTFu9am8/s1600-h/j3"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfYBiGGljI/AAAAAAAAAJo/c4iYTFu9am8/s400/j3" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199361815666398770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;With my Uno Animo team/friends&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfY6SGGlkI/AAAAAAAAAJw/JT2AKWPkzNc/s1600-h/j"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfY6SGGlkI/AAAAAAAAAJw/JT2AKWPkzNc/s400/j" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199362790623974978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfY6SGGllI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/X3F_0ZrXQfI/s1600-h/j2"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfY6SGGllI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/X3F_0ZrXQfI/s400/j2" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199362790623974994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfY6iGGlmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/UOfVsjztg8o/s1600-h/j3"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfY6iGGlmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/UOfVsjztg8o/s400/j3" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199362794918942306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfY6iGGlnI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ULhZkrh5rmA/s1600-h/j4"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfY6iGGlnI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ULhZkrh5rmA/s400/j4" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199362794918942322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfZ4yGGlsI/AAAAAAAAAKw/t9HdbYHCZ_Q/s1600-h/j5"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfZ4yGGlsI/AAAAAAAAAKw/t9HdbYHCZ_Q/s400/j5" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199363864365799106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfZ4yGGltI/AAAAAAAAAK4/-m6vpFXwxXE/s1600-h/j6"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfZ4yGGltI/AAAAAAAAAK4/-m6vpFXwxXE/s400/j6" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199363864365799122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfZ4yGGluI/AAAAAAAAALA/VYWzhwNdvb0/s1600-h/j7"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfZ4yGGluI/AAAAAAAAALA/VYWzhwNdvb0/s400/j7" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199363864365799138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfZ5CGGlvI/AAAAAAAAALI/DdB48PXEhGI/s1600-h/j8"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfZ5CGGlvI/AAAAAAAAALI/DdB48PXEhGI/s400/j8" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199363868660766450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfanSGGlwI/AAAAAAAAALQ/HW6I5YdvkCk/s1600-h/j"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfanSGGlwI/AAAAAAAAALQ/HW6I5YdvkCk/s400/j" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199364663229716226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfaniGGlxI/AAAAAAAAALY/RjlHIjd_rmM/s1600-h/j2"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfaniGGlxI/AAAAAAAAALY/RjlHIjd_rmM/s400/j2" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199364667524683538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfaniGGlyI/AAAAAAAAALg/hQ5uycCb3Y8/s1600-h/j3"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfaniGGlyI/AAAAAAAAALg/hQ5uycCb3Y8/s400/j3" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199364667524683554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;With Sundaycame&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-1927323204294723193?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/1927323204294723193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=1927323204294723193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/1927323204294723193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/1927323204294723193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-am-i-today.html' title='how am i today?'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCfOZSGGk_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/wT5QmqYJ_fQ/s72-c/j' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-7624360940515639189</id><published>2008-05-12T12:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:11:51.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=tahoma color=dodgerblue&gt;-i wonder why things don't always go exactly the way we want them to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i wonder why people always need conditions before things can be how they want them to be, even if it is for their own happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-try to be happy with what you actually have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-look back on yesterday's memories and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i hate to see people regret the one chance they had to be really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-it's sad to know that you are the only reason that that one person can be truly happy and yet, you don't want to be with that person anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i pity those people who are loved but don't actually know that they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-have mercy on those people who think of themselves and hurt other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-someone's doing the laundry and I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i shared a plate with someone last night and i love him more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i'll miss another week, not spending time with him. Til our next rest days. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-7624360940515639189?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/7624360940515639189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=7624360940515639189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/7624360940515639189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/7624360940515639189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/05/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-3943270230571800280</id><published>2008-05-12T12:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:12:41.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Regina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=tahoma color=deeppink&gt;Just want to share with you a poem (with her permission, of course) that my cousin wrote. I just find it making such a strong statement while showing one's vulnerability. I believe all of us who knows how to love have been vulnerable to love and its consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;isang umaga, bigla ko minulat ang aking mga mata&lt;br /&gt;at ako'y ngulat sa aking nkta&lt;br /&gt;limang taon na pala&lt;br /&gt;limang taon na pala akong tanga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lumipas na ang sariwang simoy ng hangin&lt;br /&gt;lumipas na ang makulay na nkaraan&lt;br /&gt;Ito ang katotohanan&lt;br /&gt;lahat ay panaginip ko lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ganun pa man,di ko mapigilan ang mapaluha&lt;br /&gt;kay rami ring binitawang biyaya&lt;br /&gt;para sa isang kaluluwang mapaanyaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;subalit pagdating sa dulo ng daan&lt;br /&gt;wla pala akong pinagkatandaan&lt;br /&gt;dahil ang kaluluwang tinangi&lt;br /&gt;ay parte ng imahinasyon lamang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at sa aking pagtangis&lt;br /&gt;di ko mapigil ang paghihinagpis&lt;br /&gt;ng puso at damdamin &lt;br /&gt;na di humiling ng kapalit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana nanatili na lang sya na ndi humihingi ng kapalit&lt;br /&gt;dahil ang puso ko ngaun&lt;br /&gt;di mapigil ang pagngitngit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ilang tanong pang walang kasagutan?&lt;br /&gt;ilang taon pang walang katinuan&lt;br /&gt;balewala din naman&lt;br /&gt;Ito na ang katapusan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katapusan ng kuwentong di naman dapat sinimulan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maraming tinuro ang kuwentong ito&lt;br /&gt;at yon ay ang mga maling simula &lt;br /&gt;kailanman ay di maitatama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala na ring saysay&lt;br /&gt;kahit p man umabot pa sa libo ang mga pahina&lt;br /&gt;wla rin namang magandang wakas&lt;br /&gt;sayang lang ang plumang ginamit ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bagamat walang katuturan ang aking naisulat&lt;br /&gt;sa mga pahina nitoy mbbakas&lt;br /&gt;natuto ako mgmahal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ndi man ito kagandahan&lt;br /&gt;ito'y kinapulutan ko ng aral..&lt;br /&gt;At kahit di maganda..&lt;br /&gt;Ang kuwento ay kailangan ng wakasan..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you, cuz, may you find your way back... wink**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-3943270230571800280?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/3943270230571800280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=3943270230571800280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/3943270230571800280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/3943270230571800280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/05/from-regina.html' title='From Regina'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-6880036433015067633</id><published>2008-05-11T12:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:18:23.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers' Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=tahoma color=deeppink&gt;Happy Mothers' Day to all the mothers out there and to everyone's moms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be our first Mothers' Day without Mama, but I still want remember how she is as a person and of course, as a mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCZ0bvrwfaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/MpX3CypiwuU/s1600-h/j"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCZ0bvrwfaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/MpX3CypiwuU/s400/j" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198970839851105698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Josine, Joshua, Mom and me, last year @ Josine's high school graduation&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCZ7EPrwfbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/7curHvmfvbE/s1600-h/j"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCZ7EPrwfbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/7curHvmfvbE/s400/j" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198978132705574322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Mama and me&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sobrang strikto si Mama. Ako lang yata ang dalaga nun sa &lt;/em&gt;high school&lt;em&gt; na ang curfew eh, 530pm pag &lt;/em&gt;school days. After that, &lt;em&gt;siguradong nasa listahan na ako ng mga pinaghahanap ng barangay. hehehe.&lt;/em&gt; Thanks, mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May pagka-OC din siya.&lt;/em&gt; She has this certain way of doing things - the PERFECT WAY! She hates seeing things not in their places - from the curtains (yep, tru, no kidding!), to the pillows,  to the magazines, figurines and place mats -- kelangan maayos at symmetrical, aligned, parallel, &lt;em&gt;basta maayos!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is selfless. &lt;em&gt;Ibibili na niya muna ang lahat bago ang sarili niya kahit &lt;/em&gt;birthday &lt;em&gt;niya.&lt;/em&gt; She makes sure that we always look neat and good. &lt;em&gt;Matipid siya pero hindi siya yung matipid na magmumukha kaming mahirap. Sabi nga niya sa akin dati, "mahirap na nga tayo, magmumukha pa bang ganon?!". Kaya madalas akala sa school, mga anak kami ng&lt;/em&gt; OFW. (we always take it as a compliment), &lt;em&gt;yun nga lang pagdating sa gastusan na,&lt;/em&gt; we usually are the first one to back out. &lt;em&gt;Minsan, di na pwedeng sumama sa mga&lt;/em&gt; field trips &lt;em&gt;at&lt;/em&gt; programs &lt;em&gt;na nangangailangan ng gastos. Pero hangga't kaya ni Mama, gagawin niya ng lahat para makasama kami.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bonggang-bongga si Mama. Magaling talaga siyang magbudget kaya kahit maliit ang budget, laging special ang pagkain kahit walang okasyon. Hindi pwdeng mawala ang meryenda sa umaga at sa hapon, kelangan parating may RC na kasama. =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang, wala na si Mama. I think mas maraming babies ang mas nangangailangan ng pag-aalaga ni Mama dun sa heaven, siguro mas makulit ang mga bata dun kesa sa amin, kaya tinawag na agad ni God si Mama to help Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many plans for her, plans that I'm sure will make her happy and proud that I am her daughter. I made her cry out of disappointments but in the end, I'd always know that she was always there no matter what happened. She really loved me despite my failures and faults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad that she'll not be around to see me get married, see and play with my kids, travel with me and Ceasar, to shop for stuff she will put in her dream house that I will buy for her, to feel my love and gratitude for all the things that she has given me without conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, I just want you to know that I love you so much and Happy Mothers' Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-6880036433015067633?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/6880036433015067633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=6880036433015067633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/6880036433015067633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/6880036433015067633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mothers&apos; Day!'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCZ0bvrwfaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/MpX3CypiwuU/s72-c/j' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-4013391108201231178</id><published>2008-05-11T12:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:19:09.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peace!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=tahoma color=dodgerblue&gt;I feel that I just need to make a conscious decision to not be easily annoyed by people, things and events that make me frustrated, upset or annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just think that will make me happier, coz &lt;em&gt;bigla ko lang napansin, mas madalas akong inis o iritable lalo na sa mga tao&lt;/em&gt;. I dunno if it's because of the summer heat or what, basta unexplainable siya. Siguro,&lt;em&gt; ang hindi ko na lang talaga nasusungitan yung mga &lt;/em&gt;teammates &lt;em&gt;ko dito sa office&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before it gets out of hand, I knew I had to make this conscious decision na I'll do my best to not be that &lt;em&gt;"mataray"&lt;/em&gt; anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of prayers and patience... I'll keep you posted!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-4013391108201231178?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/4013391108201231178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=4013391108201231178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/4013391108201231178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/4013391108201231178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/05/peace.html' title='peace!'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-3531719953944161841</id><published>2008-05-11T11:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:21:16.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wu Chun!Wu Chun!Wu Chun!Wu Chun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=tahoma color=deeppink&gt; "I think I'm in love!", well at least, with Wu Chun's character in Hana Kimi, "Brian"... he is so cute!! I don't get to watch the series everyday since most of the time, I go straight to my room, change clothes, take a shower then sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUt whenever I have the time and the strength, I dare not miss that cute face and hot bod.. hehehe. Don't worry, Ceasar knows this. &lt;em&gt;As if naman may magagawa siya. Ha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCZvg_rwfYI/AAAAAAAAAD8/1vdXKmXtMrg/s1600-h/j"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCZvg_rwfYI/AAAAAAAAAD8/1vdXKmXtMrg/s400/j" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198965432487280002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Mejo corny ang look niya dito. =( pero cute talaga siya! promise!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCZwVfrwfZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/O8spGnmYWeo/s1600-h/j"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCZwVfrwfZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/O8spGnmYWeo/s400/j" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198966334430412178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Heto, cute na siya talaga.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Info about Wu Chun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Wu Chun&lt;br /&gt;Chinese name: 吴尊 (吳尊)&lt;br /&gt;Real name: Goh Kiat Chun (吴吉尊)&lt;br /&gt;DOB: October 10, 1980&lt;br /&gt;Birth place: Brunei&lt;br /&gt;Height: 181cm&lt;br /&gt;Blood type: O&lt;br /&gt;Profession: Actor, model and singer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Also known as Wu Zun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wu Chun was born in a rich family in Brunei. He graduated from RMIT University in Melbourne, Australia, and worked as a model and fitness coach before starting his entertainment career in Taiwan in 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wu Chun made a couple of TV drama’s cameo appearances before being introduced as a member of boy-band Fahrenheit (飛輪海; Fei Lun Hai) in late 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wu Chun starred in his first leading role in early 2006 in TV drama “Tokyo Juliet”, co-starring actress Ariel Lin. His appearance gained wide notice from drama fans; and alongside with the rising fame of Fahrenheit… Wu Chun was becoming the hottest rising star in Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In late 2006, Wu Chun starred in another TV drama “Hana Kimi” with Ella Chen (from popular girls group S.H.E); the drama was a great hit, and Wu Chun becomes one of the most popular artists in Taiwan and other Chinese regions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-He is known for his love of food and eating. &lt;br /&gt;-He is the youngest of three, with one older sister and one older brother &lt;br /&gt;-His idol is Michael Jordan, for whom he flew to the US to watch Jordan's final game. He got courtside seat and afterwards even went to catch a glance of Jordan at his hotel. &lt;br /&gt;-He owns a Blue Subaru Impreza Hatchback, which he also customized himself, from the engine to the rims, from the exterior to the interior. and his license plate number is his birthdate. &lt;br /&gt;-On one of the interviews that he had, he jokingly said that he was married with two children. This was in response to the picture of him and his nephew that was posted online. The "three children" that he referred to were the other three members of the Fahrenheit band (He is the oldest in the band of four, and therefore he treats the other three members as "children"). &lt;br /&gt;-Wu Chun has 3 tattoos, 2 around his upper right arm and one on the lower leg. &lt;br /&gt;-Lost his mother at a young age. (he is commonly seen with a necklace that has a ring on it.) The ring was supposedly given to him when his mother was on her deathbed. &lt;br /&gt;-Comes from a wealthy family. His family owns Goh Hock Kee, the distributor company of Mitsubishi in his home country Brunei. &lt;br /&gt;-Studied in Australia's RMIT university. &lt;br /&gt;-Was a model in Singapore before going to taiwan where he was discovered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaay, a handsome guy with substance... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-3531719953944161841?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/3531719953944161841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=3531719953944161841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/3531719953944161841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/3531719953944161841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/05/wu-chunwu-chunwu-chunwu-chun.html' title='Wu Chun!Wu Chun!Wu Chun!Wu Chun!'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCZvg_rwfYI/AAAAAAAAAD8/1vdXKmXtMrg/s72-c/j' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-6440850349359682232</id><published>2008-05-11T11:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:23:17.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=tahoma color=dodgerblue&gt;Just got back from my off, again, I still lack sleep. =( haay, so much for my plan to really make it up for the lost hours due to too much TV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm glad because I was able to do a lo of stuff for Ceasar's family. (ahem, pampalakas ba?! hehee) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCZr0frwfWI/AAAAAAAAADs/d5RWYaZr2NE/s1600-h/j"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCZr0frwfWI/AAAAAAAAADs/d5RWYaZr2NE/s400/j" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198961369448217954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;bubi and me.. =)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor pachiez, he was so tired coz we went straight to the hospital after his shift. No sleep, just breakfast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to help his Ate, because she's not accustomed to how stuff works here in Manila. We went to the bank, to the pharmacy, to the Billing and Cashier's sections of the hospital and to the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All was done by 6pm. We started taking care of stuff from 9am, &lt;em&gt;grabe&lt;/em&gt; we're so tired, we couldn't wait to go home. I had to literally ambush cab drivers so that we can get a ride for his mom and relatives. &lt;em&gt;(sobrang palakas na ako di ba?! hehehe)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we didn't have the energy to even catch dinner because we badly needed sleep. I didn't even had the strength to even say "hi" to Mau when dropped by to get his guitar. Boohoo! Sorry bro. &lt;em&gt;Bawi na lang po ako sa susunod.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCZt2_rwfXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/hTQ2h9vjLcE/s1600-h/j"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCZt2_rwfXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/hTQ2h9vjLcE/s400/j" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198963611421146482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Mau and Glenys, @ Club Dredd, Libis, they dropped by, didn't get to see them.. =(&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I then woke up the next day after 12 hours.. Whatta sleepyhead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-6440850349359682232?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/6440850349359682232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=6440850349359682232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/6440850349359682232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/6440850349359682232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCZr0frwfWI/AAAAAAAAADs/d5RWYaZr2NE/s72-c/j' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-3279416589669276971</id><published>2008-05-08T13:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:28:14.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PC for Josine =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=tahoma color=deeppink&gt;I'm so proud of my sister, Josine. She finished her first year in college with good grades. I really appreciate her understanding while I'm still "feeling" the responsibility of being like a parent to her after our mom died. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She understands that I still have fears and uncertainties in making decisions for us since I'm the eldest but I'm afraid to admit that to her and my brother. It won't make things better or any easier at all, since I need their help. I need their help so I can understand them and their needs, I'd know what I have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw her efforts in getting good grades. I saw her sleep late just so she could study well for her exams. I saw her saving money so that she didn't have to ask more money from me. I also learned that she would budget her allowance so that she can go to the internet cafe and do her projects without asking for additional allowance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing her sacrifices, I feel she deserves to have a PC that will make her school life a lot easier. Last semester, she had 5 papers to do. I got worried thinking she would have to be out late, unsafe, in a cafe to finish her paper. I think she deserves this one thing that I know will be useful in her studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCKSP5784kI/AAAAAAAAADc/4P8hR_O2zCM/s1600-h/j"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCKSP5784kI/AAAAAAAAADc/4P8hR_O2zCM/s400/j" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197877721886941762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Tadah!! A desktop PC, well, this is not the exact model, but close to this. =D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the help of our dad, I was able to purchase a desktop PC for her. I asked my friends to help me fill it with applications that will be useful in her papers, book reports, projects, etc. Thanks to them, it has now become an amazing tool for learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I decided to have games in it as well - WORD GAMES, my favorite! And at the top of my list.. (drumroll)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCKW-5784lI/AAAAAAAAADk/O_fX9fhRPjA/s1600-h/j"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCKW-5784lI/AAAAAAAAADk/O_fX9fhRPjA/s400/j" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197882927387304530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Bookworm Deluxe!! Woohoo!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josine is now spending most of her remaining days of summer vacation trying to beat my score. (Applause! Thank you!Thank you!Thank you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, she'll start exploring the Microsoft Office applications soon, so she can use them with ease once the need arise... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-3279416589669276971?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/3279416589669276971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=3279416589669276971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/3279416589669276971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/3279416589669276971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/05/pc-for-josine.html' title='PC for Josine =)'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCKSP5784kI/AAAAAAAAADc/4P8hR_O2zCM/s72-c/j' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-7302926024275430914</id><published>2008-05-08T13:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:33:53.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daughtry: Live in Manila</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=tahoma color=deeppink&gt;As I was going home yesterday from work, I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw a billboard in Guadalupe that clearly says that Daughtry will be here in Manila. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately remembered Vayie who has this huge crush on Chris Daughtry. So huge that she chose him over Adam of Maroon 5. Ha! Move out, Adam! Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCKMuZ784bI/AAAAAAAAACU/fotaClTyXZc/s1600-h/j"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCKMuZ784bI/AAAAAAAAACU/fotaClTyXZc/s400/j" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197871648803185074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Chris Daughtry&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCKM9p784cI/AAAAAAAAACc/w9ti5MikqH0/s1600-h/j"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCKM9p784cI/AAAAAAAAACc/w9ti5MikqH0/s400/j" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197871910796190146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;DAUGHTRY&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find Chris oozing with sex appeal - well more like the rock star appeal. However, as mentioned before, I'm so into David Cook these days. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCKNjp784dI/AAAAAAAAACk/6hrYtYwjghs/s1600-h/j"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCKNjp784dI/AAAAAAAAACk/6hrYtYwjghs/s400/j" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197872563631219154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;David Cook&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCKNjp784eI/AAAAAAAAACs/xVyLxNhamDQ/s1600-h/j2"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCKNjp784eI/AAAAAAAAACs/xVyLxNhamDQ/s400/j2" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197872563631219170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;again, David Cook&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCKNjp784fI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DnY1VBL7MpU/s1600-h/j3"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCKNjp784fI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DnY1VBL7MpU/s400/j3" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197872563631219186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;David, smokin' hot as always!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will be performing in July and sad to say, I won't be able to watch them play because the tickets are too costly for me. It's okay, I love their music and that's all that matters, at least for me. Plus, I am not the type who loves being among crowds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the Click Five when they came here in Manila. I get all "kilig" when I see Kyle Patrick. I even searched him in Facebook. (He's now a friend - in Facebook)But I'm just too lazy to go to the mall on a Sunday afternoon to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCKPkJ784hI/AAAAAAAAADE/K37uFndvth8/s1600-h/j"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCKPkJ784hI/AAAAAAAAADE/K37uFndvth8/s400/j" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197874771244409362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Kyle Patrick&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Adorable&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCKPx5784iI/AAAAAAAAADM/eBaZ-RM6p8c/s1600-h/j2"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCKPx5784iI/AAAAAAAAADM/eBaZ-RM6p8c/s400/j2" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197875007467610658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Kyle&lt;/center&gt; &lt;center&gt;Oh so cute!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCKP75784jI/AAAAAAAAADU/hM-XCJqVUQs/s1600-h/j3"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCKP75784jI/AAAAAAAAADU/hM-XCJqVUQs/s400/j3" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197875179266302514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;The Click Five&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, maybe I'm not that of a big fan of Click Fan or Daughtry that I thought I was. Again, I think the most important thing is that they get to share the music to a lot of people, disregarding differences in culture, race, and faith. (Hmmm, parang si Japs lang ah! **wink)=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-7302926024275430914?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/7302926024275430914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=7302926024275430914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/7302926024275430914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/7302926024275430914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/05/daughtry-live-in-manila.html' title='Daughtry: Live in Manila'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCKMuZ784bI/AAAAAAAAACU/fotaClTyXZc/s72-c/j' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-4056668744502946786</id><published>2008-05-08T11:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T11:12:43.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PBB Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=tahoma color=dodgerblue&gt;This year's PBB teen edition is getting more interesting every day, that even though I'm really tired from work, I still stay up late to watch the prime time edition, which gives the full updates of the events inside Kuya's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala pa naman akong gusto sa mga housemates, na tipong gusto kong ipagdasal na sana siya ang manalo ng milyones pero may mga gusto na akong mga teens because of their personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCJ2RZ784YI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JtpyIGO1Rdk/s1600-h/j"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCJ2RZ784YI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JtpyIGO1Rdk/s320/j" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197846961331167618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;BEAUTY, pranka siya at temperamental&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;pero very sweet at genuine&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCJ22J784ZI/AAAAAAAAACE/3V3jSxfvTSs/s1600-h/j"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCJ22J784ZI/AAAAAAAAACE/3V3jSxfvTSs/s320/j" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197847592691360146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;RONA, recently ko lang siyang nagustuhan&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;after going against her "friends" in the house, just to stand up for what is right. =D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Mala-Neville Longbottom ang ginawa niya.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCJ3x5784aI/AAAAAAAAACM/Sl8PFeJR_Uc/s1600-h/j"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCJ3x5784aI/AAAAAAAAACM/Sl8PFeJR_Uc/s400/j" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197848619188543906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;ROBI, the GOOD LEADER&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;ang kuya sa bahay ni Kuya, handsome, smart, at responsible&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huwag nating pag-usapan kung sino yung mga teens that I find annoying. Let's dwell o the positive feelings!! hehehe.. for now.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-4056668744502946786?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/4056668744502946786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=4056668744502946786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/4056668744502946786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/4056668744502946786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/05/pbb-fever.html' title='PBB Fever'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCJ2RZ784YI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JtpyIGO1Rdk/s72-c/j' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-6867442451199056520</id><published>2008-05-08T11:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T11:15:24.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>David Cook is soooo hooot!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=tahoma color=deeppink&gt;Just heard from Vayie (and was confirmed in Yahoo!) that Jason Castro (the cutie in dreads) got voted off after his terrible performances of Bod Marley's and Bod Dylan's songs for the Rock n' Roll Hall of Fame week in American Idol last night. Such a disappointment, he's in the top 4, no eexcuse to give such mediocre performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCJvtZ784WI/AAAAAAAAABs/4qf7KF-HlBU/s1600-h/j"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCJvtZ784WI/AAAAAAAAABs/4qf7KF-HlBU/s400/j" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197839745786110306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Jason Castro, after one of my favorite performances&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;(ang cute niya 'no holding the ukelele)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi tuloy ni Josine, &lt;em&gt;"Ano ba yan, Ate?! Panira ng gabi!"&lt;/em&gt;. Hahaha, poor sis. She's not really a fan of the show, she finds it boring. Minsan na nga lang manood, ganon pa?! Si Jason kasi feeling Rastahman (spelling?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moving on to the real hottie, &lt;strong&gt;DAVID COOK!&lt;/strong&gt; AAAAH! My poor housemates, they have to deal with my shrieks and shouts every Wednesday and Thursday of each week til this season of American Idol is all over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCJzBJ784XI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-biGRu-Grqw/s1600-h/j"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCJzBJ784XI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-biGRu-Grqw/s400/j" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197843383623410034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so talented, so handsome. smokin' hot! hehehe., did I just say he's hot? hahaha. I love David Cook!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he wins, although I know it'll be tough if he ends up battling it out with David Archuleta, still.. he's hot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-6867442451199056520?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/6867442451199056520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=6867442451199056520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/6867442451199056520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/6867442451199056520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/05/david-cook-is-soooo-hooot.html' title='David Cook is soooo hooot!!!'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCJvtZ784WI/AAAAAAAAABs/4qf7KF-HlBU/s72-c/j' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-698149984058913664</id><published>2008-05-08T10:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T11:17:47.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last work day for the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=tahoma color=dodgerblue&gt;This is a wonderful week in the office. Everybody is just in good spirits, that we are all just laughing most of the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we started planning for our much-awaited teambuilding! Tin and I are so excited to look for beaches and resorts over the internet. We just can't wait to hit the shore anytime soon, mindless of the fact that the rainy season is near. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, we're just waiting for our teammates' reactions, suggestions and comments on the places we see as perfect to relax, unwind and bond with one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Bagac Bay Beach resort in Bataan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCJqGp784RI/AAAAAAAAABE/xQteTREADhc/s1600-h/j"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCJqGp784RI/AAAAAAAAABE/xQteTREADhc/s400/j" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197833582508040466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our second choice is (it really sound funny - we always have a laugh when this resort is mentioned - si Vayie kasi eh hehehe.. **wink) Kubling Hardin resort in Antipolo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCJrJZ784SI/AAAAAAAAABM/AW6F8m7rt2w/s1600-h/j"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCJrJZ784SI/AAAAAAAAABM/AW6F8m7rt2w/s320/j" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197834729264308514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCJrJp784TI/AAAAAAAAABU/TP7GjPHu-LI/s1600-h/j2"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCJrJp784TI/AAAAAAAAABU/TP7GjPHu-LI/s320/j2" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197834733559275826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCJrJ5784UI/AAAAAAAAABc/zStT2ZX4mMQ/s1600-h/j3"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCJrJ5784UI/AAAAAAAAABc/zStT2ZX4mMQ/s320/j3" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197834737854243138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our favorite place (well, at least for tin and me), Kabayan Resort in Batangas!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCJtDp784VI/AAAAAAAAABk/VBV68PPcPkI/s1600-h/j"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCJtDp784VI/AAAAAAAAABk/VBV68PPcPkI/s400/j" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197836829503316306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;**couldn't find any more photos to justify why we prefer this&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope our plans push through before we are (AGAIN) forced to stay in the office for months because of high volume of emails. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO UNO ANIMO TEAM! ONE TEAM, ONE GOAL, ONE MIND!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-698149984058913664?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/698149984058913664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=698149984058913664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/698149984058913664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/698149984058913664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-work-day-for-week.html' title='Last work day for the week'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SCJqGp784RI/AAAAAAAAABE/xQteTREADhc/s72-c/j' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-2944379463867190779</id><published>2008-05-06T08:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T11:19:22.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=tahoma color=deeppink&gt;This past week has been wonderful. I've never felt so at peace like this in a long time. Sure, there are problems that I have to deal with everyday but you know what, overall, I have everything to be grateful for. I've always believed that we learn not only from our triumphs, but also from our failures - that teach us to be better and to look forward to another opportunity to make things right. Aaah, the thought of HOPE, it brings wonder, it brings optimism, strength, wisdom and faith in one thought of true HOPE. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful that I am blessed with STRENGTH ~ to take on the role of a strong woman like my mom. Every now and then, I cry in my sleep or when I'm with Csar talking to him about her. I realised how I missed out on a lot of things that I would've enjoyed with her around. It would've been wonderful to have her beside me all the time. But with the things I've been going through, I wouldn't want her to be here. I knew she would get out of her way again to help even when she's tired or not feeling well. I want her to enjoy the company of our Creator and not worry. But with how things are going in my life, I know that she went out of her way to ask God to help us out. Somehow, things are still like the way they were before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful that I still have a CHOICE. With the price hike on fuel, food and everything consummable, you'd fear that you would get stuck with the cheapest products, regardless of they're quality. But here I am, even with my humble salary, I still have a choice. I can still buy the things I like and want after buying the things I need. Isn't that something to be grateful for? =) Truly, God provides for our needs, even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful that I have LOVE. Although Love from another person is not a personal choice, still when you receive love, it's how you accept and embrace it that makes that love different for you. Sometimes, we end up disappointed and hurt when we get a different kind of love from a person. We are frustrated and sometimes blame ourselves when one doesn't love us much more than a friend, when we want to have a romantic relationship with that person and all we get is the good ole platonic relationship. How tragic is that?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receiving love is much harder than giving it. But I am blessed. I have Ceasar, who is my best friend, confidante, critic and soulmate. We fought almost everyday - on the phone, when we're together. Before I used to think of those fights as signs that our relationship will not last and that it was bound to end soon. I hate goodbyes and I fear the unknown. I'm scared that I'm giving so much to myself to a relationship that was not meant to be. I asked for space, I got it but ended up being lonelier than ever, incomplete and lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still fight almost everyday. We're both intellectual, although at different levels. We analyze the situations presented to us at different perspectives which could sometimes cause conflicts between us. But now I see these fights, arguments, debates or whatever you wanna call it as an opportunity to know each other better and a chance to grow together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so blessed to have him. He is not perfect. (WHO IS?!) but I'm sure that he's right for me. It's hard to describe what we have, some people might find it boring but the simplicity of our relationship makes it wonderful. We enjoy our conversations, we both love to eat and listen to different songs. We both find learning and reading exciting. We almost have the same sets of values for our family. We value education, equality and respect. Material comfort is important but not as important as raising smart, respectful and God fearing children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also blessed that I have a better relationship now with my Dad. I plan to visit him more often, have more late afternoon talks with him. I can now talk to him about my relationship with Ceasar coz before he doesn't like the idea of my having a boyfriend - guess I'm old enough now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have finally accepted what kind of father he is to me, I find myself enjoying his company and appreciating what he has to offer regardless if it lived up to my expectations. Life is too short to focus on what we don't or can't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blessed that I have a sister like Josine. She's one of my sources of strength and seeing what she's becoming makes everything I'm doing all worth it and purposeful. She makes me laugh and she's a constant reminder of the what truly matters most. Actually, she's more practical and grounded as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blessed to have friends who love me for the crazy complicated person that I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is all around me. I may not deserve it but that'shat real love is all about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just the start. I would love to post more of the reasons why I'm grateful everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-2944379463867190779?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/2944379463867190779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=2944379463867190779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/2944379463867190779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/2944379463867190779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/05/grateful.html' title='Grateful'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-5062222963407628743</id><published>2008-05-06T08:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T11:20:18.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=tahoma color=dodgerblue&gt;I wasn't feeling well when I got home yesterday that I immediately went to my bedroom and lie down. My head felt heavy and I had a hard time breathing. I didn't realise I already fell asleep. Ceasar tried to wake me up before he left for work but failed. I woke up at around 12am, thanks to my crazy nephew, Kmart (Yup Kenyon Martin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered I skipped dinner, (which is bad for me), so I went to the kitchen to cook the ever reliable instant noodles after I took a bath. I watched I-Witness while munching on my simple late dinner. Just waited for the show to finish before I fell asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and got ready for work, so here I am blogging! Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-5062222963407628743?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/5062222963407628743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=5062222963407628743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/5062222963407628743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/5062222963407628743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-night.html' title='last night'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-5183616406168279</id><published>2008-05-06T07:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T11:21:04.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>remind me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=tahoma color=deeppink&gt;Will someone please remind me not to look at my stats and surveys before 1pm? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can really ruin my day. Good thing I have great teammates for company. It's always fun to be around these spunky ladies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-5183616406168279?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/5183616406168279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=5183616406168279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/5183616406168279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/5183616406168279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/05/remind-me.html' title='remind me..'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-8651215016412861588</id><published>2008-05-05T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T11:25:04.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to find a new place --- SOON!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=trebuchet color=dodgerblue&gt;I feel I really find a new place soon. Nothing fancy, just my own space, set my own rules, THERE! &lt;em&gt;Nakaka&lt;/em&gt;frustrate &lt;em&gt;kagabi, nag-away na naman kami. Ang ingay kasi ng mga brods niya, magkakalapit lang naman sila, hindi naman sila nakatambay sa &lt;/em&gt;bar, &lt;em&gt;kung mag-usap akala mo nasa magkabilang bundok!&lt;/em&gt; Stressful! &lt;em&gt;Sinabihan ko na si&lt;/em&gt; Ceasar &lt;em&gt;na kung pwede pagsabihan sila.&lt;/em&gt; Useless. Bad trip &lt;em&gt;talaga ako!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to spend some time with Ceasar, &lt;em&gt;kasi nga &lt;/em&gt;since &lt;em&gt;pareho kaming may&lt;/em&gt; work &lt;em&gt;pero magkaiba ang &lt;/em&gt;shifts &lt;em&gt;namin, pag &lt;/em&gt;Off &lt;em&gt;lang namin talaga kami nagkikita. Alam ko naman na&lt;/em&gt; he also needs to spend time with his friends every now and then, &lt;em&gt;parang&lt;/em&gt; "ME" &lt;em&gt;time niya pero naman, kaka&lt;/em&gt;stress &lt;em&gt;talaga, eh masama pa pakiramdam ko kahapon kaya ayun&lt;/em&gt;, mega walk out and &lt;em&gt;dabog ang &lt;/em&gt;drama &lt;em&gt;ko tuloy&lt;/em&gt;. Bad trip &lt;em&gt;talaga. Nakatulog akong masama ang loob ko kya &lt;/em&gt;feeling &lt;em&gt;ko tuloy, hindi ako nakapagpahinga. Magkikita kami mamaya before siya pumasok &lt;/em&gt;and hopefully, &lt;em&gt;magkaayos na naman kami&lt;/em&gt;. =( &lt;em&gt;SANA.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-8651215016412861588?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/8651215016412861588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=8651215016412861588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/8651215016412861588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/8651215016412861588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-need-to-find-new-place-soon.html' title='I need to find a new place --- SOON!!'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-5882322352380184194</id><published>2008-05-05T13:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T11:27:10.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been had... sadness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=centurygothic color=deeppink&gt;Sadness mode &lt;em&gt;ako kahapon pag-uwi ko.&lt;/em&gt; I've been planning to burn songs for my dad &lt;em&gt;kasi&lt;/em&gt; I just bought him these cool new speakers for his DVD player, so I think it will make him happier if I give him a CD with his favorite songs in it (or at least the songs that I know he'll like) He's in Sorsogon til May 10th so that gives me time to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news, with the help of Kuya Raul,&lt;em&gt; nalaman ko na hindi pala &lt;/em&gt;DVD writer &lt;em&gt;yung nilagay ng pinagbilhan ko ng&lt;/em&gt; PC ~ ABM Systems sa Virra Mall. Upset &lt;em&gt;ako &lt;/em&gt;for two things: (1) &lt;em&gt;Inulit-ulit ko pa non na ayoko ng&lt;/em&gt; combo &lt;em&gt;lang, gusto ko &lt;/em&gt;DVD writer, and (2) I feel stupid &lt;em&gt;kasi niloko ako&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Iniisip pa namin ni &lt;/em&gt;Ceasar &lt;em&gt;kung anong gagawin namin &lt;/em&gt;about this &lt;em&gt;pero&lt;/em&gt; as in &lt;em&gt;nalungkot talaga ako &lt;/em&gt;because I was nice to the staff ng shop&lt;em&gt; na yun tas ganito ginawa nila sa akin. Haaay&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-5882322352380184194?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/5882322352380184194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=5882322352380184194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/5882322352380184194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/5882322352380184194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/05/ive-been-had-sadness.html' title='I&apos;ve been had... sadness!'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-3907970119314767247</id><published>2008-05-05T13:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T11:30:42.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday na parang sunday... =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=trebuchet color=dodgerblue&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haaay, ayoko ng ganitong araw. Mainit ang panahon tapos may sipon at ubo ako. Sobrang &lt;/em&gt;uncomfortable &lt;em&gt;talaga pakiramdam ko&lt;/em&gt;. It's scary coz I tend to be cranky even when I don't want to. &lt;em&gt;Kaya heto ako&lt;/em&gt;, in my station, quiet, surfing the web, listening to David Cook's rendition of Mariah Carey's "Always Be My Baby". &lt;em&gt;Haay&lt;/em&gt;, he's super hot &lt;em&gt;talaga&lt;/em&gt;!! &lt;em&gt;Kilala na nga ako dito sa &lt;/em&gt;team &lt;em&gt;na&lt;/em&gt; super David Cook's fan. &lt;em&gt;Kaya pag &lt;/em&gt;Thursday, expected na &lt;em&gt;ng mga &lt;/em&gt;teammates &lt;em&gt;ko na ang unang-una namin pag-uusapan ni Tin ay&lt;/em&gt; American Idol &lt;em&gt;at siyempre si &lt;/em&gt;David Cook. Hehehe. &lt;em&gt;Okay, naaalala ko lang si &lt;/em&gt;David, &lt;em&gt;hindi na ako&lt;/em&gt; cranky. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queue empty &lt;em&gt;ulit kami&lt;/em&gt;!! Woohoo!! &lt;em&gt;Kahit&lt;/em&gt; 2 &lt;em&gt;lang kami ni &lt;/em&gt;Vayie today since stuck &lt;em&gt;si&lt;/em&gt; Dahl &lt;em&gt;sa&lt;/em&gt; Quezon &lt;em&gt;dahil&lt;/em&gt; flat &lt;em&gt;ang&lt;/em&gt; tire &lt;em&gt;ng sasakyan nila, aba, nagawa pa rin namin ni &lt;/em&gt;Vayie &lt;em&gt;na maubos ang&lt;/em&gt; emails. Super fast &lt;em&gt;talaga kami&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Power Puff girls - GO!GO!GO!GO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pero&lt;/em&gt; I can't wait to go home &lt;em&gt;na, gusto ko na talagang magpahinga, nakakapagod umubo. Sana gumaling na ako, hindi ako makasabay sa mga magagandang &lt;/em&gt;songs &lt;em&gt;na pinapatugtog ni &lt;/em&gt;Vayie. =(&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-3907970119314767247?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/3907970119314767247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=3907970119314767247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/3907970119314767247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/3907970119314767247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/05/monday-na-parang-sunday.html' title='monday na parang sunday... =('/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-8534130533015492499</id><published>2008-02-06T10:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T11:35:05.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAZY SKED, COMING UP!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=trebuchet color=deeppink&gt;It's been a while since I really posted something substantial here. Not that I'm really missing some action here on the web but I just got so hooked up with Facebook since last year. I dunno, I like facebook more than Friendster, because I find it simpler, more organised and easier to access.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm so excited about Friday. I have a crazy schedule and good thing, i have two days off work after my RDs, so I have the chance to regenerate. You see, one of my good high school buddies is getting married this Friday at the Village Patio in Sikatuna Village, Diliman at 5pm. I'm part of the Offertory entourage with my best friend, Gran as my partner. I was also asked by Paul to sing on their wedding. I'll be singing the beautiful David Benoit composition, "Land of the Loving", which is also my favorite wedding song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crazy part came in when I got in touch with my college professor last week. I am bequeathing my crown as Ms CCP on Friday too, February 8th. Although I wasn't really expected to be there at the start of the program at 6pm, still I have to make sure that I'm there in time for my final walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, Ms CCP? That's one of my most kept secrets. (Guess, not anymore) I really don't see myself as the "beauty queen material", that's why I'm really uncomfortable talking about that aspect of my life. Still, no worries, that's part of who I am so there. Here's how it came about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took up my BSED English degree in CCP, you see. While I was having my thesis and practice teaching on the 2nd semester, SY 2005-2006, I was asked by my professor to represent the college in this competition. I dunno why he asked me but he did and since he was like a father to me and knowing him who doesn't take no for an answer, I reluctantly said, "YES".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was definitely the underdog in the competition. Our college didn't have the funds nor did I since I was a working student and supporting my daily expenses. I settled with borrowing stuff from my classmates and friends just to make it happen. My boyfriend was so kind to buy me my own high heeled shoes which I used throughout the whole show. I thought of it as my lucky charm -- full of love and support. =D I had no make-up artists, but I was blessed to be in the hands of talented students who knew more about make-up than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the pageant night started, it was all adrenaline running high. I was nervous and excited and happy -- all good vibes.. Everyone from the college and my friends from UP and in high school were there to give their support. All I can really do then was give my best. Hahaha. I was in a trance the whole time. No familiar faces throughout the preliminary round. I knew I wasn't drop dead gorgeous or super sexy but hey, I am sincere because I wasn't really there to win the crown -- I was just there to have fun and win the people's hearts.  =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dance number, the casual interview portion, sports attire portion and business attire portion came and I survived. I was so excited to win the Best Sports Attire award -- the Car Racer outfit was indeed a killer, I was unique and the coolest --not the least bit cliche. I also won the Best in Talent award. I sang Jennifer Love Hewitt's song, Barenaked while playing the guitar. Aaaaargh, the memories give me the shivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess with that, I was able to get to the next level of the competition -- My favorite part in all beauty pageants.. THE FINAL QUESTION -- wearing an evening gown. Hehehe... We were asked to wear headsets while the first candidate answers the ONE and the same QUESTION. I think I was listening to a Destiny's Child song then but I couldn't remember the title. Then I answered the question: "WHY DID YOU JOIN THE MS CCP COMPETITION?" Ha! I didn't answer, "FOR WORLD PEACE" with a smile that shines from across the miles. Can't remember what I actually said but I believe it was the best then because I WON!!!! YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I have this predicament on Friday. I really want to spend time with my high school buddies because it's been a while since we last spent time together. But I know this is a responsibility that I owe my college and the school who helped me in becoming a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the game plan: from the wedding, I have to leave before 7pm so that I can make it to the pageant in time for my walk. I can imagine myself, running in heels again with this rush, and I know I'll be tired after all these but I know it'll be fun and I'm really looking forward to it. It's just too bad that I would not be spending a lot of time with Paul, Gran and my other friends back in high school because of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL, WISH ME LUCK, GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**AND WATCH OUT FOR THE PICS IN FACEBOOK =D&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-8534130533015492499?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/8534130533015492499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=8534130533015492499&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/8534130533015492499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/8534130533015492499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/02/wedding-and-pageant.html' title='CRAZY SKED, COMING UP!!'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120175194546734260.post-4799268426595389912</id><published>2008-02-05T14:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T11:36:23.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i thought wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=trebuchet color=dodgerblue&gt;When I was younger, I thought my friends and I would handle relationships, emotions and heartbreaks better than we were handling them then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine years later, I find myself sitting across one of my high school friends, comforting him, giving him hope that things will be better after a confusing separation with the girl whom he thought he will spend the rest of his life with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans, dreams, romantic nights, wonderful sleeps with that person -- all going down the drain. Suddenly, things just doesn't seem to make sense anymore. You're left wondering what went wrong. "Was everything that we have just that easy to let go?" "I thought we meant something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those questions that really only give you reasons to doubt yourself if you'll ever find love -- lasting love... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I realised we are still the same through the years, we remain the same. We love, we get hurt, we hope and love again.. Hmm, sounds like a vicious cycle to me, but it's something that I believe we all must go through because I know, in the end, we will find that person meant for us -- despite the pain we go through, tears cried, other people whom we thought will be with us --- someone is at the end of this cycle, ready to take us -- flaws and all -- start anew and build your dreams and turn them into a reality..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, when my friends and I are older, we'll handle such feelings with calm and composure -- will never shed a tear and handle our emotions with "maturity".. I thought wrong.. we remain the same, yet better. I remain the same, but now, happier. =D&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/div align=justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120175194546734260-4799268426595389912?l=ieni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/feeds/4799268426595389912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120175194546734260&amp;postID=4799268426595389912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/4799268426595389912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120175194546734260/posts/default/4799268426595389912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieni.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-thought-wrong_04.html' title='i thought wrong'/><author><name>jen ieni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725663798117029181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-HCNILQdH0/SjUKUItNRGI/AAAAAAAAATk/RJa2shTr-SA/S220/at+Baang+Coffee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
