<?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-8034989</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:08:55.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.:ThEtUrNiNgPoiNt:. </title><subtitle type='html'>-tHiS iS So VeRy MeeH!!!-</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>myfavoritecolorisred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616868572249570032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034989.post-113528610804858003</id><published>2005-12-22T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T13:15:08.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>basta, i'm craving for baskin's raspberry cheese louise...</title><content type='html'>sige na nga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been busy this week, no, this month, no, i mean this whole year... la sa wastong pagiisip kaya di rin alam kung anong dapat pang i-blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sad right now... yeah, mood swing.. i was just happy last week, so very happy... for some reason i just couldn't hide the smile on my face... i was really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what's wrong gurl? ggrr!!!! naiinis kasi ako.. basta, naiinis ako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought of giving up... but i don't think i'm ready for such giving up... pls, give me a sign...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the positive side, i'm happy with how my so-called "career" has been doing... just so lucky to have a boss who's really been so supportive from the very beginning...  keeping my fingers crossed here... sana talaga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had our christmas party in bennigans.. as usual, with ex-officemates in cms... kakawala talaga ng tensyon pag nakakasama ko sina ate malaine, yen and the rest of the gang... parang wala nalang ginawa kundi magtawanan, magtawanan at magtawanan... sana lagueng ganito... sana lagueng masaya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhhmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot to think about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot to smile about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a lot to love about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may this coming year be another good year for everyone... merry christmas and a happy new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-113528610804858003?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/113528610804858003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034989&amp;postID=113528610804858003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/113528610804858003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/113528610804858003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/2005/12/basta-im-craving-for-baskins-raspberry.html' title='basta, i&apos;m craving for baskin&apos;s raspberry cheese louise...'/><author><name>myfavoritecolorisred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616868572249570032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034989.post-113109775909183765</id><published>2005-11-04T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T01:49:19.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe...</title><content type='html'>I believe-that we don't have to change friends, if we understand that friends change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe-that no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe-that true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. Same goes for true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe-that you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe-that it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe-that you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe-that you can keep going long after you can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe-that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe-that either you control your attitude or it controls you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe-that regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, the passion fades and there had better be something else to take its place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe-that heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe-that money is a lousy way of keeping score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe-that my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe-that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down, will be the ones to help you get back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe-that sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe-that just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe-that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them and less to dowith how many birthdays you've celebrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe-that it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe-that no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn't stop for your grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe-that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe-that just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other And just because they don't argue, itdoesn't mean they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe-that you shouldn't be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe-that two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe-that your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe-that even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you - you will find the strength to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe-that credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe-that the people you care about most in life are taken from you too soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-113109775909183765?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/113109775909183765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034989&amp;postID=113109775909183765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/113109775909183765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/113109775909183765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-believe.html' title='I believe...'/><author><name>myfavoritecolorisred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616868572249570032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034989.post-112737861379020593</id><published>2005-09-22T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T01:51:01.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To stiff upper lip...</title><content type='html'>is what I have to practice more in this complicated and wobbly life we’re living in... where emotions are not much considered anymore, where every living individual is measured by his/her toughness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh… it’s really tough to be tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bright side of receiving emails from your friends at work (though you sometimes think they are just SPAM...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent outof shape."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction." -Antonie de Saint-Exupery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away. If he doesn't want you, nothing can make him stay." - Sex and the City; Quote No. 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You need time to heal between relationships...there is nothing cute about baggage...deal with your issues before pursuing a new relationship." Sex and the City; Quote No. 51&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When it's time to let go, let go." Sex and the City; Quote No. 69&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ang naunang magalit ang may karapatang magalit. Pag naunahan ka na ng galit niya, tumahimik ka na lang muna. " - from How to Control your Emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"try and try until you die, but if you died at least you tried" from Yen's Sala-ula-wikain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"aanhin pa ang damo, kung shabu ang trip ng kabayo" galing pa rin kay Yen-Yen (love this one...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=============================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current mood: yet to be confirmed&lt;br /&gt;current desire: new book to read and new movie to watch (flybook pa rin... tsaka voice recorder with mp3...)&lt;br /&gt;current music: the corrs (missin' toni so much... =(&lt;br /&gt;current motto: to see is to believe.&lt;br /&gt;current plan: to open a new savings a/c; then go to Florence. (as if this will work out... yeah, this will work out... i'm being optimistic on this one...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==============================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"in the midst of winter, i finally learned that there was in me an invisible summer..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============================================&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-112737861379020593?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/112737861379020593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034989&amp;postID=112737861379020593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/112737861379020593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/112737861379020593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/2005/09/to-stiff-upper-lip.html' title='To stiff upper lip...'/><author><name>myfavoritecolorisred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616868572249570032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034989.post-112516741558074917</id><published>2005-08-27T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T11:32:11.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on letting go...</title><content type='html'>as of this very moment... i just let go of somebody who used to be so important to me... goodbye and may our paths never cross again... thanks and god speed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;tough, huh? yeah... i'm over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-112516741558074917?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/112516741558074917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/112516741558074917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/2005/08/on-letting-go.html' title='on letting go...'/><author><name>myfavoritecolorisred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616868572249570032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034989.post-112428132114520280</id><published>2005-08-17T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T05:27:38.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do you build me up buttercup baby just to let me down?</title><content type='html'>…I don’t know what I’m thinking right now. But I want to blog. Yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to post a song that’s been bugging my head for almost 2 weeks now. Time will reveal…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;What can I do?To make you feel secureRemove all your doubtsSo that you'll know for sure thatYou're the apple of my eye girlFulfillment of my dreamsTime, will show the valueOf just what you mean to meMore precious than silverMore precious than diamond rings orAnything that I can give youIt wouldn't mean a thingIf you didn't have my love beside youThere to guide you throughWell it is good to know you doI know just how you feelBut this time love's for realIn time it will revealThat special love that's deep inside of usWill all reveal in timeI tell you I love youBut you won't believe it's trueMore precious than silverMore precious than diamond rings orAnything that I can give youIt wouldn't mean a thingIf you didn't have my love beside youThere to guide you throughWell it is good to know you doI know just how you feelBut this time love's for realIn time it will revealThat special love that's deep inside of usWill all reveal in timeI know just how you feelBut this time love's for realIn time it will revealThat special love that's deep inside of usWill all reveal in timeI know just how you feelBut this time love's for realIn time it will revealThat special love that's deep inside of usWill all reveal in timeOh, that special love in usWill all reveal in timeSo let you're little heart lay down my body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Random thoughts…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… just finished reading “Eleven Minutes” of Paulo Coelho last night. Comment: he thinks and feels like a woman. Simply amazing.&lt;br /&gt;… had 2 separate dinners with my 2 ex-bosses recently.&lt;br /&gt;… celebrated dad’s birthday last Aug. 12. Happy birthday dad! Love u so much…&lt;br /&gt;… received my salary increase this month. So happy!&lt;br /&gt;… it’s yen’s birthday last Aug. 10. Happy birthday bella! I still love you though you forgot to invite us on your bday celebration… hahaha! Joke.&lt;br /&gt;… got a call from Doha Asian Games and they’re asking me again to participate in the West Asian Games that’s gonna be held on Dec. 2-10, 2005. I think I’ll be assigned on MEDIA work… yey!!! My dream will finally come true… and tonight’s my orientation for this volunteer job… isn’t it exciting? I’m excited. Wooohhooo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;… Love moves in mysterious ways… yeah right. Whatever that means, and sad to say, I think I’m not interested on love anymore. Huh? Things are getting complicated… and just couldn’t handle the situation well… bobo lang talaga ko when it comes to love. Period.&lt;br /&gt;… on work, nothing much has been happening lately since all are on vacation… nothing exciting, nothing unusual, nothing to look forward to… well, I think I still have to wait for next week… ayayayayay… god, please help me.&lt;br /&gt;… current desire: a flybook. Waaaaa!!! I need to have a flybook!!! Lalo na magkaka-ADSL na kami sa house in just a few days… yey! Isn’t it amazing? A flybook and an ADSL… it simply goes well together… download anyone? Hahaha! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;… I think I’m happy. I should be happy, otherwise I’m gonna go insane. J’ai me ma vie! (I love my life!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end this up, just want to share with you some Italian phrases, which I just recently learned from one of my Italian colleague who’s now based in KSA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;“ciao!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (hello! Hi!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;“come sta”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (how are you?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;“io sto bene, grazie, tu?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (I’m ok, thanks, and u?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;“hhhmm… lavoro tutto il giorno, non mai tempo per rilassami…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (hhmmm… I’m working every day, I don’t have time to take a rest…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;“bene… come te, io lavoro tutto il giorno… non mai tempo tempo per me stassa..”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (ok… just like you, I also work everyday… I don’t have time for myself…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;“a presto!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (see you soon!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;“si centiamo…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (talk to you later…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“tu sei molto dolce…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (you are very sweet…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;“mi insegni qualche parola in italyano?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (can you teach me some words in italian?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;La lang. Trip lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-112428132114520280?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/112428132114520280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034989&amp;postID=112428132114520280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/112428132114520280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/112428132114520280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/2005/08/why-do-you-build-me-up-buttercup-baby.html' title='Why do you build me up buttercup baby just to let me down?'/><author><name>myfavoritecolorisred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616868572249570032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034989.post-112231851154446603</id><published>2005-07-25T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T12:08:31.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving MAROON 5 more and more...</title><content type='html'>just couldn't get tired of listening to maroon 5 cd... my national anthem before going to work... whenever i'm depressed (which i am actually right now...) whenever i'm high... down and low... just couldn't get enough of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"there is nothing left to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;that you wanna hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;that you wanna know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i think i should go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the things i've done are way too shameful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and i have done it so wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;treated you bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;strung you along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;oh shame on myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i don't know how i got so tangled up..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--TANGLED--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(must've been too late for this man to realize what he would be missin'... do you think a guy like this should be given a second chance? aarrgghh!!! too late man... too late... a girl's love and patience has it's limitations... don't push her to the limit coz you might just regret it in the end... when she says it's over, it's really over... damn!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"fumbling through your dresser drawer, forgot what i was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;try to guide me in the right direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;making use of all this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;keeping everything inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;close me eyes and listen to you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i'm lifting you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i'm letting you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i'm dancing till dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i'm fooling around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i'm not giving up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i'm making your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;this city's made us crazy and we must get out"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--MUST GET OUT--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(just want to devote this song to somebody whom i couldn't... never mind... it doesn't matter... i hate myself... for crying out loud! i'm hurting myself again... well, if love means getting hurt then i'd rather not love anymore... guess i couldn't live up to that statement... delete. i just want to love somebody. why is it so hard to find a true love and be happy at the same time?!!! this city's made me crazy and i must get out!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i don't mind spending everyday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;out of your corner in the pouring &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;look for the girl with the broken smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ask her if she wants to stay awhile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and she will be loved&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she will be loved"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--SHE WILL BE LOVED--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hope so... *sigh* that i will be loved the way i wanted to be loved...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"and does it make you sad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;to find yourself alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;and does it make you mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;to find that i have grown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;i'll bet it hurts so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;to see the strength that i have shown...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you do not know how much this hurts me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to say these things that i don't want to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i have to say them anyway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i would do anything to end your suffering&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you would rather walk away"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--NOT COMING HOME--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sweet revenge? nah... coz even though how hard you hide your sadness and face the world with so much strength, you will always feel the hurt, the pain... and nobody could heal it not unless you let go of this hate, revenge and doubt you have in your heart... let go... and love...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...love, love, love... why do i keep on talking about this four letter word if it's just making me crazy... i am sad today, sad tomorrow and will be sad the next day. if only i could shut my world... from people who keeps on hurting me... intentionally and unintentionally... i would have definitely done that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm stressed... mind, heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;s.p...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"s.p..cial" thanks to ate malaine for giving me this amazing cd...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-112231851154446603?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/112231851154446603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034989&amp;postID=112231851154446603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/112231851154446603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/112231851154446603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/2005/07/loving-maroon-5-more-and-more.html' title='Loving MAROON 5 more and more...'/><author><name>myfavoritecolorisred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616868572249570032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034989.post-112135097210338235</id><published>2005-07-14T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T00:49:13.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adversity</title><content type='html'>... hard times, difficulty, misfortune. have you been to adversity lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all experience adversity all the time. nobody could escape from experiencing this so-called happiness wrecker even if we try to avoid it... even if everything seems to be perfect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at work...&lt;br /&gt;this is where i experience difficulty most of the time. dealing with officemates sometimes could be so exhausting especially if they are uncooperative, impatient and talks as if they knew everything. dealing with your boss could even result to a more tiring situation because you just have to perfect everything you do to please him... otherwise, you know what will happen next. telephone calls, fax messages, unending requests, meetings - daily routine which has become part of your system already. it's good that i don't smoke coz i easily get tensed and nervous everytime i have to deal with a particular work that requires full attention on an urgent basis. i hate deadlines. i hate deadlines. i hate deadlines. however, the weird thing about me is that i find it more rewarding if i have tons and tons of work. why? of course, this is the only way you could get an acknowledgement, incentive or even a promotion! but nah... it will always depend on which type of boss you have and the company you're working with... i may say that i love working with my boss (though he could really be bossy sometimes) and i love the company i'm working with (GE - Imagination at Work... yeah right!)... so what's the problem honey? hhmmm... though i'm perfectly well compensated, sometimes it's the pressure i just couldn't handle... but it made me tough. yeah... good choice of words. it made me tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on family matters...&lt;br /&gt;we shouldn't be experiencing adversity if it already involves the word "family" but ironic enough, sometimes, this is where hardship starts... misunderstanding, financial problem, relatives-related problem... these are just a few factor which ignites the so-called adversity within the family. it seems these problems will go on forever... but i'm glad that in our family, though there's always a problem, we never fail to fight for each other (though we also fight to each other... hehehe...). that's one good thing with adversity, it keeps the family strong, bonded and loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friends and lovingly loved ones...&lt;br /&gt;friends will always be friends... it's the relationship we have with a certain person that results us from experiencing adversity. expect that there will always be hard times in a relationship... but, if it's bounded by trust, respect and love, i think anxiety will be less and problems will easily be solved. you love them right? so, just think of the love you have for them and everything will be alright... (whoa?! sounds nice but hard to do...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... actually, my stand on these whole adversity thing is that there are reasons why things don't happen the way we expect it to happen. problems come but it always go... we could either be strong in the beginning but eventually becomes soft and weak as we deal with our hardships or we could be fragile at the same time but may become hard and bitter in the end. otherwise, we could also choose to accept these adversities wholeheartedly and try to respond in a way that could change us and become a better person... or these could also be just a certain transition, a change that we just have to positively welcome in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all things happen for a reason...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-112135097210338235?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/112135097210338235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034989&amp;postID=112135097210338235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/112135097210338235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/112135097210338235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/2005/07/adversity.html' title='Adversity'/><author><name>myfavoritecolorisred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616868572249570032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034989.post-112002757422679965</id><published>2005-06-28T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T05:17:43.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Etc. Etc. Etc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just a few things (which I think) worth sharing with you guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;On Txt Messages:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (So Wacky!!!! Funny tlaga!!! couldn't help but to blog it...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wcky Txt Msg #3: Kpg&lt;br /&gt;dmtng ang&lt;br /&gt;arw n&lt;br /&gt;wla ka kkmpi&lt;br /&gt;wla&lt;br /&gt;n&lt;br /&gt;kumkausp&lt;br /&gt;sau,&lt;br /&gt;at wlng&lt;br /&gt;lumlpt&lt;br /&gt;sau,&lt;br /&gt;2mayo&lt;br /&gt;k s&lt;br /&gt;stage at&lt;br /&gt;icgaw mo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hoi makinig kyo!!&lt;br /&gt;promis maliligo&lt;br /&gt;nko!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wcky Txt Msg #2: A nked&lt;br /&gt;grl&lt;br /&gt;rode&lt;br /&gt;on a taxi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bkt?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d grl askd&lt;br /&gt;d drivr,&lt;br /&gt;nkttig s&lt;br /&gt;ktwan nya.&lt;br /&gt;"ngyn&lt;br /&gt;klang b&lt;br /&gt;nkkita&lt;br /&gt;ng hubad?"&lt;br /&gt;driver:&lt;br /&gt;"d, mis!&lt;br /&gt;iniicp&lt;br /&gt;ko lng...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kng san nktago&lt;br /&gt;pmshe mo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wcky Txt Msg #1: hirap umibg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hirap dn&lt;br /&gt;umiyk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hirap mgmhl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hirap dn&lt;br /&gt;msktan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hirap umasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hirap dn&lt;br /&gt;mabigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pro ms&lt;br /&gt;mhrap&lt;br /&gt;s lht...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang lumangoy ng&lt;br /&gt;wlang 2big...&lt;br /&gt;Try mo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;On Forwarded Email...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (This one is from Judith... kakatuwa din...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--IF YOU LOVE SOMEONE--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; If you love someone because you think that he or she&lt;br /&gt;&gt; is really gorgeous...&lt;br /&gt;&gt; then it's not love... it's "Infatuation"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;If you love someone because you think that you&lt;br /&gt;&gt; shouldn't leave him because others think that you shouldn't...&lt;br /&gt;&gt; then it's not love... it's "Compromise"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; If you love someone because you think that that you&lt;br /&gt;&gt; cannot live without his touch...&lt;br /&gt;&gt; then it's not love... it's "Lust"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; If you love someone because you cannot leave him&lt;br /&gt;&gt; thinking that it would hurt his feelings...&lt;br /&gt;&gt; then it's not love... it's "Charity"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; If you love someone because you share everything&lt;br /&gt;&gt; with him...&lt;br /&gt;&gt; then it's not love... it's "Friendship"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; But if you feel the pain of the other person more&lt;br /&gt;&gt; than him even when he is stable and cry for him... that's "LOVE"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; If you get attracted to other people but stay with&lt;br /&gt;&gt; him without any regrets... that's "LOVE"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; If you let him go knowing that he has to go but he&lt;br /&gt;&gt; doesn't want to... that's "LOVE"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Is this really Love or what? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;On Past Time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Finally! I'm done reading The Alchemist... which I find so brilliant, not a drag, every page is worth reading and might as well share with you some quotes which made this book more interesting, something to think about... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"People need not fear the unknown if they are capable of achieving what they need and want."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"All things are the manifestation on one thing only."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"LIFE is the moment we're living right now..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"...without such LOVE,, one's dreams would have no meaning."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"To die tomorrow was no worse than dying on another day."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"...because wherever your heart is, that is where you'll find your treasure."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Everything that happens once can never happen again. But everything that happens twice will surely happen a third time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On Love Notes (by Joe D' Mango)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Didn't I tell you that I'm a big fan of Joe? Yeah... The LOVE GURU of all time... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Following are some quotes from his recent article - "A Fear of Losing Him Completely"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Paranoia breeds mistrust that poisons healthy relationships..."&lt;/em&gt; (So so true!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Love alone cannot guarantee forever."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In LOVE, two halves do not make a whole, only 2 complete individuals can make a whole..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"TRUST and RESPECT are very important. And even if one fails in giving these, the other should be ready to forgive. This is the cycle of love, hurting, getting hurt, forgiving and starting again..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-112002757422679965?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/112002757422679965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034989&amp;postID=112002757422679965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/112002757422679965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/112002757422679965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/2005/06/etc-etc-etc.html' title='Etc. Etc. Etc.'/><author><name>myfavoritecolorisred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616868572249570032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034989.post-111942714004232754</id><published>2005-06-22T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T01:02:28.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ang araw na sana masaya ako...</title><content type='html'>malungkot ako ngayon. sad. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;so so sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. alam ko naman kung anu-ano ang mga dahilan kung bakit malungkot ako ngayon. ayoko lang isa-isahin dahil baka bigla nalang akong magbreak down dito. nakakalungkot isipin na malungkot ako ngayon kasi hindi naman na dapat ako malungkot. haaayyy... siguro dumadating lang talaga sa buhay ng tao na kailangan maging malungkot. pero bakit? bakit pa kelangan malungkot kung pwede naman maging masaya habang buhay? mga pangyayari na hindi maiiwasan... mga taong di naman sinasadyang saktan ka... mga nakaraan na pilit mong gustong alisin na sa isip mo kasi nakaraan na un at kelangan na talagang kalimutan... basta, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;malungkot ako ngayon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinabi ng dapat lagueng masaya eh... ano ba?!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-111942714004232754?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/111942714004232754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034989&amp;postID=111942714004232754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/111942714004232754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/111942714004232754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/2005/06/ang-araw-na-sana-masaya-ako.html' title='ang araw na sana masaya ako...'/><author><name>myfavoritecolorisred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616868572249570032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034989.post-111865248125479795</id><published>2005-06-13T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T01:48:01.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotable Quote...</title><content type='html'>On happiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Realize that true happiness lies within you. Waste no time and effort searching for peace and contentment and joy in the world outside. Remember that there is no happiness in having or in getting, but only in giving. Reach out. Share. Smile. Hug. Happiness is a perfume you cannot pour on others without getting a few drops on yourself."&lt;br /&gt;-Og Mandino-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates will soon to follow... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-111865248125479795?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/111865248125479795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034989&amp;postID=111865248125479795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/111865248125479795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/111865248125479795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/2005/06/quotable-quote.html' title='Quotable Quote...'/><author><name>myfavoritecolorisred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616868572249570032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034989.post-111555814444358145</id><published>2005-05-08T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T22:05:08.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality bites... and spanks!</title><content type='html'>I want to write. I want to put all my thoughts into words, which I feel I have to do now otherwise these thoughts will just completely spill out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I had a chat with my friend in Yokohama, which turned out to be an eye-opener for me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yoko-friend: hi gorgeous !!!&lt;br /&gt;Yoko-friend: ang aga mo pumasok&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: ei!&lt;br /&gt;Yoko-friend: sa ym , , , hehehe&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: syemps... model employee eh..&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: sira&lt;br /&gt;Yoko-friend: hahahahha&lt;br /&gt;Yoko-friend: thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s only a friend. I have to be defensive and clear about that. I’ve been in constant communication with him for almost 4 years now because of work... and because of work, we became friends. I haven’t had a hard time knowing him since he’s been so transparent and frank which he often accused me of being naïve and secretive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our conversation goes on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;mynameiskatrina: musta na?&lt;br /&gt;Yoko-friend: ayun when the cat is out&lt;br /&gt;Yoko-friend: ok. .. enjoy sa bakasyong golden week&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: when the cat, when the cat ka pa dyan!&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: onga pala noh...&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: saya...&lt;br /&gt;Yoko-friend: when the cat is out, kat is in the chat room&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: sira ka talaga!&lt;br /&gt;Yoko-friend: thanks again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… and the kulitan goes on for another 10 minutes until …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;mynameiskatrina: sa bahay ka lang maghapon?&lt;br /&gt;Yoko-friend: hindi kaka gising ko lang&lt;br /&gt;Yoko-friend: umaga na ko umuwi&lt;br /&gt;Mynameiskatrina: wow...&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: di ko na tatanungin kung bakit...&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: hahahah&lt;br /&gt;Yoko-friend: wow ka dyan&lt;br /&gt;Yoko-friend: kala mo siguro kung anong pinag gagawa ko&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: hindi noh?!&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: alam ko naman na videoke lang katapat mo at bowling&lt;br /&gt;Yoko-friend: buti na yun, mali ka dyan&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: at bakit ako mali?&lt;br /&gt;Yoko-friend : ang babaw ko naman kung videoke. . lang&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: ewan&lt;br /&gt;Yoko-friend: marami kaming gimik di lang yun&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: o sya, marami na kung marami&lt;br /&gt;Yoko-friend: yan ka na naman&lt;br /&gt;Yoko-friend: pag ikaw nag asawa ka. . .&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: anong yan ka nanaman&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: ano?&lt;br /&gt;Yoko-friend: di dapat ganyan&lt;br /&gt;Yoko-friend: hahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: bakit?&lt;br /&gt;Yoko-friend: you sound like a bored nagger&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: hellow?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: hindi kaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch! Do I sound like a bored nagger wife on this conversation? Hindi naman di ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yoko-friend: hay naku miss kat, there 's more to life&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: i know...&lt;br /&gt;Yoko-friend: ur very young&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: ahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: joke&lt;br /&gt;Yoko-friend: and yet&lt;br /&gt;Yoko-friend: sound so manang&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: MANANG?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mynameiskatrina: di kaya&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: conservative lang siguro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please define the word MANANG… Una sa lahat, ang meaning ng manang sa ilonggo ay “ate” at pangalawa ang manang na tao ay yung mga tipo na nagpapalda ng hanggang talampakan at hindi tumitingin sa mga lalaki at galit sa mga lalaki…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Basta, hindi ako manang (PERIOD)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;mynameiskatrina: basta,&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: di mo ko kasi maintindihan&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: i'm just doing the right thing&lt;br /&gt;Yoko-friend: try me. . .&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: ayko kasi ng komplikadong buhay sa ngayon&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: gets...&lt;br /&gt;Yoko-friend: komplikadong buhay? do you have a life?&lt;br /&gt;Yoko-friend: joke lang ha&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: ahahahah&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: sira&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: kasi nga ngayon ang focus ko is my family&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: and career na rin siguro&lt;br /&gt;Yoko-friend: bahay opisina, chaperoned dates, wheew!!&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: ahahha&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: chaperoned dates?!&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: loka&lt;br /&gt;Yoko-friend: family? they have a life of their own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the time when I got a bit confused on the things which I believed were right… Siguro nga ako na mismo ang nag-set ng standards on how I should live. I only want to live right with no complications or whatsoever… Maybe because I’m scared to fall, I’m scared to lose and most of all I’m scared to make mistake. But sometimes I’m also thinking, what if I tried so hard to live in an uncomplicated life only to find out that I’m already missing half of it… Is this what you call regret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yoko-friend: living with them is just a matter of coincidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he’s right… but in situation where you still live with your parents, their decisions, feelings and suggestions should always be taken into consideration… mahirap i-explain… I believe in the spirit of gratitude. I will not be where I am right now without them. I love my parents and I respect them, what’s wrong with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yoko-friend: ngayon kung susunod k n lang parati&lt;br /&gt;Yoko-friend: bale wala ang single life mo&lt;br /&gt;Yoko-friend: hanggang mag-asawa ka&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: onga eh...&lt;br /&gt;Yoko-friend: taga alaga k n lang ng bata&lt;br /&gt;Yoko-friend: tapos anong career sinasabi mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one strikes me the most… I’m only 24 and single yet I feel like I already have a family of my own. My parents are my children and my sister is my husband (not to mention LJ and Alex in the picture). I don’t know but this is how I look at myself in our family. I always have to be the strong one so as to keep our family from falling apart. I’m happy when they’re happy and I’m sad whenever they’re sad also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yoko-friend: sensya na if i sounded a bit insensitive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality bites…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;mynameiskatrina: o sya, at baka mahuli ka pa sa party mo&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: oks lang yun&lt;br /&gt;Yoko-friend: hayaan mo sila maghintay. .. babae lang yan&lt;br /&gt;Yoko-friend: hahahhahaa&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: loka&lt;br /&gt;Yoko-friend: im just being straight and down to earth&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: wow...&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: down to earth?!&lt;br /&gt;Yoko-friend: konting taklesa ba&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: hindi... sabi mo nga, you're just being true to yourself...&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: o sya, hahaba nanaman tong usapan&lt;br /&gt;Yoko-friend: sigue&lt;br /&gt;Yoko-friend: ingat palague&lt;br /&gt;Yoko-friend: tangue&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina: kaw din tangue&lt;br /&gt;mynameiskatrina : ingat palague&lt;br /&gt;Yoko-friend: bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like chatting with him. Not only because I get a straight answer but also because I get to know myself better. He’s more of a big brother to me, who never fails to remind me that there’s more to life than work, who gets more excited every time I get acknowledged on my work and who always give “unsolicited” advise of which types of men I should be dating. On that note, I want to thank him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my life right now may not qualify in “Maalaala Mo Kaya…” but I’m sure and glad to say that I’m living my life according to God’s plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be free… In two years time… That’s a promise to myself…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-111555814444358145?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/111555814444358145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034989&amp;postID=111555814444358145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/111555814444358145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/111555814444358145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/2005/05/reality-bites-and-spanks.html' title='Reality bites... and spanks!'/><author><name>myfavoritecolorisred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616868572249570032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034989.post-111501257781559310</id><published>2005-05-02T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T22:50:34.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>...can't think of anything to blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(10 mins. have passed...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...still can't think of anything to blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(22 mins. have passed...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bakit kaya wala akong maisip ngayon? tensed? stressed? but i have a lot of things to blog about... just don't know where to start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...my dad's back in doha, he's with my auntie who in 2 days was able to find a job... galing nga eh, and sana ok din yung job na nahanap nya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...work is getting more and more complicated as the time goes by... haayyy... but i try not to complain anymore but instead i'm thankful enough that I have this job... konting araw nalang at sweldo na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... konting araw nalang din at uuwi na ko sa pinas!!! yey! i'm so excited... (and i just can't hide it... hahah!!!) i still have a few things to buy for my pasalubong to my dearly friends... how i wish i can meet all of them in just a span of 2 weeks... lam ko 2 weeks is not enough, kaso anong magagawa ko? mabuti nang magbakasyon ng 2 linggo kesa sa wala... but i'm still excited... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...why am i thinking of death lately? yeah... di ko alam kung bakit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...last week we had a dinner with the "dagoc" sisters (weng and rochell), para silang kami rin ni ate... kakatuwa nga eh... we ate at bennigans, it was their treat... ayun, kwento kwento ng mga buhay buhay... weird coz their lives are more or less just the same as ours... bahay-opisina-mall, mall-opisina-bahay... to think na lahat kami ay puro single!!! (except my sis syempre...) kaya ayun, nagkaron ng instant bonding between the 2 sisters... such a great night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i got a new template na pala... i like it coz it's simple and the colors are really cool... i'm done with the pink stuffs and all... heheh... time to grow up man! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-111501257781559310?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/111501257781559310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034989&amp;postID=111501257781559310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/111501257781559310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/111501257781559310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/2005/05/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts...'/><author><name>myfavoritecolorisred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616868572249570032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034989.post-111363465345538790</id><published>2005-04-16T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T23:42:51.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stairway to Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"its possible that person might have loved her more than I did... but I'm not saying that I loved her less than that person did..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaaaaaaaa!!!!! at kelan pa ko naging fan ng isang telenovela? Marimar days? Awww! :) Pero iba talaga ang dating ng Stairway to Heaven compared to other foreign telenovelas... Why? Maybe because of the story line, the actors who played so well of their role... basta! I really love this soap... grabe! ang sakit sa dibdib!!! waaaaa!!!! I just can't get it off my mind... The theme song that keeps on playing inside my head... The dialogues (though it's korean, may english subtitle naman eh...) The face of Kwon Sang-Woo... haayyy... grabe na ito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta, I love this soap... ate, bigay mo na yung last 4 episodes... bitin eh! hahah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/redelicious/JSSJ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-111363465345538790?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/111363465345538790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034989&amp;postID=111363465345538790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/111363465345538790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/111363465345538790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/2005/04/stairway-to-heaven.html' title='Stairway to Heaven'/><author><name>myfavoritecolorisred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616868572249570032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034989.post-111173589597052479</id><published>2005-03-25T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T11:18:39.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BACK ON MY OWN SELF AGAIN BABY!!!!!</title><content type='html'>life is too good... whew! after a decade of not updating my blog, finally!!!! i'm back on my own self again, baby!!! life is too good... just too good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"what's it all about, alfie?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yesterday night, my ate and i watched the movie Alfie. putting aside the "for adults only" scenes, the movie is fantastic! it's all about a man who just don't know what he wants in life... jumping from one woman to another... having his bestfriend's girlfriend pregnant... having an erectile dysfunction at one point of his life... which in the end, tries to reconcile to each and every woman he just had a relationship with (or slept with...) but of no success... a very typical "polygamous" man problem... actually, alfie is right, what he needs is just peace of mind... and a lot of thinking to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/redelicious/happy.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;life after a tremendous work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been on a rollercoaster ride for the past 3 weeks while preparing our president's itinerary for his trip in the ME... but i can now say that it's all worth the sacrifice, hard work, tension and patience since everything turned out so well. maybe that only proves that nothing is impossible if you put God in every little thing you do... and now that it's over, i'm ready to face another challenge! (darna!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3 days off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know what? my boss just gave me a 3 days break from work... isn't he kind enough to feel that i really need a break? minsan nga naman di lang puro sakit ng ulo ang binibigay sayo ng boss mo... kahit na minsan gusto ko na syang sagutin ng makabagdamdaming... "haller?!!!!!!!" pag out of this world na yung mga pina-aarrange nya gaya ng aerial tour sa ras laffan, take off and landing permit, at kung anu-ano pa... hay naku, sa monday, siguradong walang humpay nanaman sa katatawag ang amo ko sa pangalan ko... sana naman next time eh 2 weeks na ang ibigay sakin na bakasyon... why not?! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/redelicious/beary_relaxed_big.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;on missin' something... or somebody...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... i'd rather not talk about it... wala lang... gusto ko lang i-add 'to sa mga nasa isip ko ngayon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;on yen and judith...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang dalawang candidate sa mmk... hehe... =) i know what you're going through... kasi common yan sa mga palipas na "teenager" na gaya natin... (hahaha!!!) kidding aside, these are real problems that we just have to deal with... kung di man sumangayon sa atin yung mga gusto nating mangyari, siguro mas mabuti nalang na isipin natin na may reason bakit di satin ipinagkaloob ni God yung ganong bagay o yung ganong pagkakataon... lilipas din yan... go on with your lives and pray that God may give you guidance and strength to face whatever challenges you both are going through... basta, i'm always here to support you... love, dra. phil (sabi nga ni ate malaine... haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/redelicious/forever_friends_big.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sino nga ba?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... received this msg from our college class rep, something to ponder most especially when you want to know (in an instant) to whom your heart really belongs to... pls read on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Sino nga bang pipiliin mo???UNG TAONG MULING NAGBUKAS NGPUSO MO...O ANG TAONG MATAGAL NGNANDOON?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Sino sa kanila...ang taong nagpapatawa syoo ang taong dahilan ng lahat ng iyong emosyon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Sino nga ba...ang taong nagpaluha syo, oang taong nagpunas sa minsang pagluha mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- Sya ba un laging pumapasok sa isip mo o cya un laging laman ng panaginip mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-Ano ang susundin mo...ang dinidikta mo sapuso mo o ang dinidikta ng puso mo syo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- Sino nanaisin mo.. ang taong matagal nangkumakatok sa puso mo o ang taong hinihintaymong kumatok sayo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- Sino ba ang mas mhalaga...yung taong naismong makasama habang buhay o ung taonghindi mo makita ang habang buhay kapag walacya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8- Alin dito ... Ang taong nais magpaligayasayo sa simpleng bagay o ang taong nagpapaligayasayo sa isipan lng?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9- Sino sasamahan mo ang taong pinangakuanmo o ang taong nangangako sayo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10- Sino ba ang mas mahalaga, ang taongmatagal mong hinangaan at ninanais mongmahalin o ang taong hinangaan ka at minahalka kung sino ka??1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ang taong kasama mo sa buong araw oang taong iniicip mo bago matapos ang araw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Sino gusto mo mahalin ang taong nagturosyo magmahal o ang taong gusto mong turuanmahalin ka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Sino ang mas matimbang...ung taong pagkasama mo'y parang kay bilis ng oras o ungtaong tuwing iniicp mo'y parang kay bagal ng oras?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Siya bang kasakasama mo sa lhat ngginagawa mo o siyang dahilan ng lahat nggalaw at ginagawa mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Sino mas karapat dapat Ang taong binigay ang kanyang mundo para lang sayo o angtaong ninanais mong sakupin ang kanyang mundo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Sino handa mong piliin - Ang taong handakang masaktan para lang sa knya o ang taongayaw kang masasaktan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ano? alam mo na ba kung sino? kasi ako... (to be concluded...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-111173589597052479?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/111173589597052479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034989&amp;postID=111173589597052479&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/111173589597052479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/111173589597052479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-back-on-my-own-self-again-baby.html' title='I&apos;M BACK ON MY OWN SELF AGAIN BABY!!!!!'/><author><name>myfavoritecolorisred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616868572249570032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034989.post-110854621979072717</id><published>2005-02-16T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T01:33:44.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yey! I'm being recognized!!!</title><content type='html'>Ei! wazzup? =) you wouldn't believe this... pramis! di ba we had an all employee meeting yesterday afternoon? it turned out so well... akala ko kasi it's just a simple meeting and dinner afterwards... the meeting was boring but the foods are so ok... syempre... Ritz ba naman eh... =) so ayun nga, after the dinner, yung region exec. namin biglang tumayo, then he's telling us something like... "before we go home, we would just like to acknowledge and recognize some people in the company which has contributed a lot... and so on and so forth..." ako naman, i was not really expecting to be recognized since i'm only 4 months old in the company... at may mas well deserving pa syempre... they were to name only 4 people kasi 4 lang yung gift items na nasa table... eh di tinawag na yung pangalawa... to my surprise eh tinawag yung name ko! imagine?! wow talaga... all of them were laughing kasi parang shock na shock yung itsura ko pagkatawag dun sa name ko... grabe... i'm still elated over this whole recognition thing... so after ng closing remarks ek-ek, all my officemates were congratulating me... pero shempre, alam kong meron din hindi natuwa kasi they would feel na parang bias and everything... but hey! i knew i worked so hard... at di naman siguro marerecognize ng boss ko yung hardwork ko kung di naman talaga nya ko nakikitang nagttrabaho di ba? so ayun, di ko nalang pinansin yung ibang di masaya dun sa pagkakaron ko ng recognition award... =) i'm so thankful talaga... and this morning my boss congratulated me, he told me that i really deserve that and just continue to be focused on my work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ayun... i'm so so happy today... swerte siguro yung suit na sinuot ko kagabi... hehehe... sayang, la kong pic eh... pag nakakuha ako dun sa kumukuha samin kagabi, ippost ko din dito... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this entry was actually a letter i sent to my friend in Yokohama... since i don't have time to update my blog, might as well use this... =) I'm still elated... )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-110854621979072717?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/110854621979072717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034989&amp;postID=110854621979072717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/110854621979072717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/110854621979072717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/2005/02/yey-im-being-recognized.html' title='Yey! I&apos;m being recognized!!!'/><author><name>myfavoritecolorisred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616868572249570032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034989.post-110760919330791839</id><published>2005-02-05T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T05:30:19.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;On Blog Hopping n Shopping&lt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;On Hopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i was trying to cure my temporary boredom this morning, i came across a somewhat cute blog... it's cute because of the layout and what makes it more cute to me are of course the articles... i definitely don't know this lass but she actually knocked me off with her one liner out-of-this-world, strange but cool descriptions and stories on how her day went... basta! her blog's so cute... wanna know whose blog is this? secret... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And On Shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on shopping naman... damn. i spent QR. 300 just for a pair of shoes... sabi ko na nga sa sarili ko na i'll stop buying na. i was wrong. and i'm super weak. well i guess when it comes to shoes lang naman... anong magagawa ko? it's my weakness. and that shoes will be my bday present for myself naman... at reward na rin syempre... just what yen has been telling me all this time: giving yourself a reward every now and then is not a sin after all... di ba yen? hehehe... :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tomorrow, my boss is back. *sigh* *and more sighs* sana may pasalubong na sya this time from italy... siguro instead na *sigh*, magiging yahoo na! sabay *hugs* hahaha! joke. pero sana meron talaga syang pasalubong this time, la ng hugs. hehehe... :lol:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-110760919330791839?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/110760919330791839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034989&amp;postID=110760919330791839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/110760919330791839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/110760919330791839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/2005/02/on-blog-hopping-n-shopping.html' title='&gt;&gt;On Blog Hopping n Shopping&lt;&lt;'/><author><name>myfavoritecolorisred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616868572249570032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034989.post-110724763103021083</id><published>2005-02-01T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T00:47:11.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.:Random Thoughts:.</title><content type='html'>... eight days to go and it's my bday already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... eight days to go and it's chinese new year na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... year of the rooster daw ngayon, eh year of the rooster din ako pinanganak... will this be my year? hope so... magpa feng shui nga para malamam ko kung ano ang kapalaran ko this year... hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... brown, beige, yellow, gold, white, green and black are the lucky colors for this year... ang problema, wala naman dito ang favorite color ko... siguro, green and yellow will do... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... 2 days to go at weekend nanaman... sana 2 days din kaming walang pasok para mas masaya ang buhay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... naiinis ako kay, itago nalang natin sya sa pangalang "yunohu". pero masaya ko kasi nasabi ko yung dapat kong sabihin... i feel good! yeah, i definitely feel good... coz i was able to let go of everything i've been keeping for so long now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... grabe! almost all the stores in landmark are on sale... wish i could buy all the stuffs i like... but i have to control myself or else i might end up filing for bankruptcy... hehehe... pero sana sale pa rin sila hanggang next week para may sweldo na... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... it's been 3 days already since alex started going to school... medyo wala na masyadong iyakan at hilahan ang nangyayari every morning. today, she just cried a bit but she look at ease na... at nung pagkauwi namin on her first day at school, nakita namin yung first work nya, it was a picture of an apple and a boat... at syempre, lagpas lagpas yung pagkacolor nya... and we asked her what did her teacher tell her about her work, ang sabi daw ng teacher nya ay... "oh my god?!" hahahah!!! funny little alex...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... lj got her very first cellphone... yeah, at the age of 7 she has already a cellphone. o diba? but it's only nokia 3310 and it's not yet official since daddy has to use it first while his cellphone is under repair... well, not until lj got to hold her cellphone, we have nothing to worry about on who she would be texting or calling... hahah! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... mom and dad are going back to philippines. naku po! time to live on our own again... time to wash and iron my own clothes, time to clean the house alone and time to cook for myself... wash and iron siguro walang problema... clean the house - wala rin sigurong problema... pero cooking?! heller? waaaa!!! siguro dapat ang ilagay ko eh... "time to eat again outside..." hahhaa! ... i can manage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... well i guess that's about it. next time naman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dolce vita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-110724763103021083?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/110724763103021083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034989&amp;postID=110724763103021083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/110724763103021083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/110724763103021083'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;generous&lt;br /&gt;I don't cook&lt;br /&gt;I hate riding the airplane... the smell... uurrgghh...&lt;br /&gt;organize (sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;loves stationeries&lt;br /&gt;a leader by heart&lt;br /&gt;wants to be a social worket, film director and photojournalist (pwede kaya all at the same time?)&lt;br /&gt;creative&lt;br /&gt;loves being with kids&lt;br /&gt;have so many inaanaks&lt;br /&gt;sleep addict&lt;br /&gt;homebody&lt;br /&gt;loves shoes&lt;br /&gt;hopeless romantic?&lt;br /&gt;monogamous (hahaha! =)&lt;br /&gt;strong on the outside but weak in the inside&lt;br /&gt;mcfries addict&lt;br /&gt;a faithful friend&lt;br /&gt;loves music&lt;br /&gt;not into partying but occasionally siguro pwede pa.&lt;br /&gt;doesn't smoke, doesn't drink&lt;br /&gt;allergic to alcoholic drinks&lt;br /&gt;I'm simple&lt;br /&gt;I don't dance, don't sing also in public...&lt;br /&gt;Shy-type (hahaha! =)&lt;br /&gt;approachable&lt;br /&gt;likes to work alone&lt;br /&gt;but I like team sports&lt;br /&gt;moody&lt;br /&gt;but I'm trying not to make it obvious na...&lt;br /&gt;loves writing letters&lt;br /&gt;and receiving na rin...&lt;br /&gt;a goal-oriented person&lt;br /&gt;section of the newspaper that I only read: Entertainment&lt;br /&gt;loves reading the column of Joe D' Mango in Inquirer&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Dido fan&lt;br /&gt;Norah Jones, Robbie Williams and Bread fan too...&lt;br /&gt;the song Ocean Deep reminds me of my childhood days...&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry for me Argentina reminds me of my highschool days... weird...&lt;br /&gt;I love the cartoon movie Casper&lt;br /&gt;ice cream, chocolates and ecclairs are my flaws&lt;br /&gt;I'm also into reading&lt;br /&gt;a movie addict at some point&lt;br /&gt;Maaarte, user-friendly and hypocrites are definitely a no-no for me&lt;br /&gt;I'm at peace now... coz i know GOD will always be in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I like sweet people&lt;br /&gt;a fan of Julia Roberts and Natalie Portman&lt;br /&gt;willing to sacrifice own happiness for the sake of others&lt;br /&gt;I like people who always smile&lt;br /&gt;sentimental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-110709561448229068?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/110709561448229068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034989&amp;postID=110709561448229068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/110709561448229068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/110709561448229068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/2005/01/getting-to-know-kat-better.html' title='getting to know Kat better...'/><author><name>myfavoritecolorisred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616868572249570032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034989.post-110657836647340231</id><published>2005-01-24T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T06:55:31.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:wala sa mood...:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(at kung hindi dahil sa pangungulit ni yen na i-update ko 'tong blog ko...&lt;/em&gt; )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;wala akong maisip na isulat... wala talaga... biro mo, 5 araw na walang pasok ang nagdaan pero ni isang artik eh la akong nasulat... lang update... pero marami naman nangyari... o siguro ayaw lang talaga gumana ng utak ko... wala talaga ko sa mood. baka bukas ok na ko... sana... first day nanaman kasi sa trabaho kaya wala kong gana na magisip ng kung ano pa man (parang kanta yun ah)... sana thursday na ulet... sana ramadan na ulet... sana eid na ulet... haaayyy... puro sana... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-110657836647340231?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/110657836647340231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034989&amp;postID=110657836647340231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/redelicious/dagoc5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 31st, the doha asian games' mascot launch and i'm so proud and happy to say that i'm part of it! ... though at first i was a little bit hesitant to join coz i'm not really sure if i'll enjoy doing this event. it turned out so well that i'll sure gonna miss my newly found friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/redelicious/dagoc1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freaking cold outside but we can't afford to just go home without having a photo with that huge balloon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/redelicious/dagoc2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about patriotism huh?! hahaha! :)  say cheese?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/redelicious/dagoc3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and anne on the float holding our very own flags. i'm in charge of s. korea's flag and she's got to hold brunei's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/redelicious/dagoc4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... still smiling! :) the official colors of the doha asian games... red, orange and blue... you might be wondering why i look huge on this photo, well, it's because i have to wear 3 jackets inside this uniform... bbrrrrrrr!!!!!!! super lamig kaya?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/redelicious/dagoc6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with Christian (to be pronounced as "Christion" - with a French twang... hahaha!) he's our trainor during the rehearsals... he's pretty cool and kind... we just simply love him! merci Christian! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/redelicious/dagoc7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after the event at al corniche, we went straight to my tita's house in al khor to celebrate the new year. this is my sis, still having the "dagoc" event hang-over... haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/redelicious/dagoc8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just love being with kids... my cousins and nieces... just for your info, 4 of them are my inaanaks... at meron pang 3 na hindi kasama dyan sa pic! kaya poor na ko pagdating ng christmas!!! hahaha! pero oks lang yun, just as long as they're happy that i am their ninang! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new year's resolution and the best and the worst of 2004 soon to follow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-110461111453094224?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/110461111453094224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034989&amp;postID=110461111453094224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/110461111453094224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/110461111453094224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-year-new-photos.html' title='New Year, New Photos... '/><author><name>myfavoritecolorisred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616868572249570032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034989.post-110401261365776480</id><published>2004-12-25T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T01:22:57.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.:PiCtUrE BloG mUna:.</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas everyone! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... o sige na nga, la ng captions! hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so glad I became their friend... love you friends!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/redelicious/tidbits.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/redelicious/oathtoyou.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/redelicious/tidbits2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks mommy yen for all the gifts... I like all the stuffs you gave me, specially the "weird" one... it will truly remind me of you! hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my baby Jajey... la lang! hahaha! di... sana naging mabuti akong mommy para sayo... hahaha!!! dami ko ng remembrance sayo ah... hehehe... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-110401261365776480?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/110401261365776480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034989&amp;postID=110401261365776480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/110401261365776480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/110401261365776480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/2004/12/picture-blog-muna.html' title='.:PiCtUrE BloG mUna:.'/><author><name>myfavoritecolorisred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616868572249570032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034989.post-110311302574817186</id><published>2004-12-15T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T04:36:11.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Nanay...</title><content type='html'>I have three moles on my two hands. Two on the left and one on the right. I noticed only now, while figuring out how I got a cut on my ring finger, that these three moles are starting to fade... They say that each mole sited on our body has meanings, be it good or bad or whether we like it or not. Ever since I was a kid, I used to brag about these three moles on my hands. You know why? Because my Nanay keeps on telling me that these are the signs that I'll be rich when I grow up. Yey! But now it's starting to fade... gosh... why is that so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be rational over this whole "faded-mole" thing... (go gurl!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, about the mole. Everybody wants to be rich, who doesn't? But by being rich comes with great responsibility. There are reasons why you become rich or for those who are born rich, why you were born rich. Being loaded with everything seems to be an advantage from everybody else. You got to hold power, authority and respect (if I may add that...). And sad to say that if you have too much wealth and can't get hold of everything, you might end up being loner, sad, smug and worst you might end up in jail... so, I therefore conclude that the reason why I'm having this faded mole is that, God doesn't want me to be so rich. That if I'll be so wealthy, I could forget who I really am, what I wanted in life and most of all, the purpose of my being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second of all, these moles remind me of Nanay who passed away 8 years ago. Nanay's my father's mom (just for your info). I've always wanted to write something about her but I would always end up crying. I don't even know where to start, how will I describe her and what should I write about her. Ok, let me try doing it now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lucky to have been raised by Nanay. She was the one who took care of me when I was just 1 month old until I'm old enough to be taken care of my birth mom. I've got nothing against my mom, let me set that straight before you conclude onto something. Nanay spoiled me and will never get tired of spoiling me I guess even up to this age, If only she's alive... I remember the days when I used to make "lupasay" and cry so hard every time she and my auties from Laguna would visit us in Manila and would go back to Laguna without me. Those were the moment in my life were I wished I were old enough to do what I want to do. Every moment without her is like an agony to me. All I wanted is to be just right beside her. The mere smell of her was more like an assurance that she will always be there for me. Oh how I miss her sweet smell... her smile... her "pagalits" every time I'm pushing her to the limit... and her soft voice... I never heard her shout except at times when my being "makulit" becomes intolerable. Gosh, I could spend my whole day just talking about her. I've had so many memories of her which I prefer to keep it inside my heart. Her memory will always remain present in my life. I'm just so lucky to have been raised by Nanay... so so lucky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually don't mind if my moles are fading just as long as the presence of my Nanay in my life will always remain prominent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-110311302574817186?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/110311302574817186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034989&amp;postID=110311302574817186&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/110311302574817186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/110311302574817186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/2004/12/remembering-nanay.html' title='Remembering Nanay...'/><author><name>myfavoritecolorisred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616868572249570032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034989.post-110251514580526238</id><published>2004-12-08T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T06:25:38.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tip No. 1: GIVE YOURSELF A BREAK... or else...</title><content type='html'>"... and to think that all of this mess is just above the temple of my being?" huwatt?!! I don't know what I'm trying to say here but these are the exact words that came into my mind while thinking of what subject to blog about. I'm not crazy I'm just a little unwell... yeah right! Now the song that keeps on playing inside my head over and over... am I getting crazy? or perharps getting fuzzy towards something... what could it be? a while ago, I was just having banter with my boss regarding the exact day that I should be receiving my salary, and now I'm starting to get crazy and go loco over nothing. Isn't that a sign of mild neuropsychowhatever?! or perhaps I'm just overwhelmed of something... what could it be? what could it be? WHAT COULD IT BE?! why am i not getting it? there could only be two things over this whole what-could-it-be-feeling... it's either i'm being too self-centered or just playing too insensitive over this heart over mind thing... duh?! what is that suppose to mean? even i could not get it... see?! I'm starting to get crazy... but what the heck?! this is my life... I'm gonna be what I want to be... and so be IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... don't worry peeps, just thinking aloud again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-110251514580526238?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/110251514580526238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034989&amp;postID=110251514580526238&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/110251514580526238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/110251514580526238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/2004/12/tip-no-1-give-yourself-break-or-else.html' title='Tip No. 1: GIVE YOURSELF A BREAK... or else...'/><author><name>myfavoritecolorisred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616868572249570032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034989.post-110232235351798745</id><published>2004-12-06T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T00:39:13.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.:KalokoHAN part II:.</title><content type='html'>i read an article in peyups this morning entitled "They're getting married" and gosh!!! this is exactly what i'm feeling (and should i say going through?) right now... yeah, after receiving an email from my 2 super close friends who literally took me by surprise, can't help but to think... "grabe... they're all getting married na... waaaa!!! ako nalang ang single!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;below is the article which i know some of you perhaps can relate also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================================&lt;br /&gt;Love Stories : They’re getting marriedContributed by &lt;a href="http://www.peyups.com/user.khtml?op=userinfo&amp;uname=jaline"&gt;jaline&lt;/a&gt; (Edited by &lt;a href=""&gt;alteredbeast&lt;/a&gt;)   Thursday, October 28, 2004 @ 12:33:32 AM (read 5075 times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends are getting married nowadays, one by one. Those whom I haven’t talked with for a long time called me again to say that they’ve just walked down the aisle and apologized because not all of their friends were invited due to economic reasons. Being not invited was fine with me, they don’t have to apologize for that, I told them. As long as I know that they’re happy, I’m glad for them and I wish them good luck for their new lives together with their husbands.&lt;br /&gt;They’re planning for the rest of their lives, while here I am still trying to catch up on Finding Nemo, renting the VCD only recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven’t even seriously thought about spending my lifetime with someone, well, not after I’ve broken up with my ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’ve become too disillusioned after our breakup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there they are, asking for opinions on their motifs, gowns, souvenirs, and all that, while I think about what blouse from a measly collection of wardrobe should I wear each morning. They’ve searched websites for brides-to-be, looking at wedding pictures and reading real-life romances that led to the altar while I am spending more time with my job because I don’t go out every single night. They’re making a list of the ninongs, ninangs and guests whom they plan to invite while I make an organized list of grocery items for our family for next month. They’ve sent wedding invitations and RSVPs while I am still searching for a decent picture for my Friendster account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not bitter about it. I don’t mind that I am currently alone, without suitors, loveless. I don’t care if I always go home alone every night. I don’t mind being the butt of jokes because I’m the last singleton in our group. I don’t care if my friends try to be matchmakers for my sake. I don’t mind them asking if I’m a lesbian because I don’t have a boyfriend (I have nothing against lesbians, although it mildly irritates me and am tempted to reply that being loveless doesn’t make me a lesbian). I don’t care if they tease me that I should smile always because I’ll become an old maid if I frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, like what any other single girl thinks and dreams about, there is still someone who is meant for me. As a text message that I receive from friends who are relationship-committed tells, I know I will fall in love for the right reasons, with the right person and when that time comes, that love will be worth the long wait, the tears and the pain. Only then will I forget that I ever waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corny as it may sound, I believe in that message. I still hope that my prince will come, who will make me believe that happy endings still exist, who will always make me smile even without reason, who will be with me on my way home. There is someone with whom I can share all my deepest thoughts, my most memorable moments. There is someone with whom I can always talk to, not knowing that we’ve spent hours and hours just talking, someone I can embrace wishing that time stops, and that the moment last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This someone I will love for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When that happens, then I’ll be ready to plan the wedding of my dreams. I will not leave any stone unturned for any detail of one of the most important events in my life. I will hold onto every moment of the preparation, not minding the fatigue and stress that it will bring me, knowing that from then on I would look forward to every single day for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, my friends are getting married, or planning to get married. I’m still trying to catch up on Finding Nemo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what do you think of this article? it suits me, right? or it suits you more? whatever?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-110232235351798745?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/110232235351798745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034989&amp;postID=110232235351798745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/110232235351798745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/110232235351798745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/2004/12/kalokohan-part-ii.html' title='.:KalokoHAN part II:.'/><author><name>myfavoritecolorisred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616868572249570032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034989.post-110223612625698652</id><published>2004-12-05T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T01:20:49.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.:KalokoHAN:.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I’m not doing anything right now… for the nth time around! Hahaha! =) this only proves that life is fair, you’re busy sometimes but inoperative most of the time… so let me make my idle time to update my snoring blog…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really had in mind, after an hour of reading love articles in peyups, is something which concerns me, or if not, bothers me at this point of my life… but honestly speaking, I’m not as brave as they are… telling the whole world about their love problems… these are people who are open to interpretation and willing to be judged… and I’M NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguro kasi nga duwag ako… I can easily relate myself with PURPLEinkREDshirt’s article (Isa akong malaking kalokohan)… the only difference is he’s a he and I’m a she (get’s nyo? Sana… hahaha!) which makes his story and my story a bit complicated… Ok, I admit, after having a failed relationship 3 years ago, I promised myself that I’d guard myself from those “love-napper”. Kasi para sakin, ang mainlab ulit ay isang malaking kahibangan o kalokohan kung hahayaan mo lang itong papasukin sa buhay mo ng hindi ka handa sa kung ano mang bagay na maidudulot nito sayo, good or bad… Does it make sense? Kasi kung hindi, di ko na to itutuloy… hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguro kasi nga duwag ako… at ang isipin ang tungkol sa love love na yan ay isang malaking kalokohan… yeah, I moved on… but not to the point of trusting somebody again (show me the sign, puhleezzz…). Mahirap na kasing mabuksan ulit ang minsan mo ng sinaradong puso without the guarantee that that person will truly love you for the rest of your life…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguro kasi siguradista ko… at sino ba naman ang hindi? I don’t want to take chances anymore… mahirap na baka hindi maging happy ending ulit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa totoo lang, what I really wanted in life is to have a family of my own with a loving and an understanding husband and god-fearing kids. Okay lang kahit di kami mayaman basta tahimik buhay namin. A simple family living a simple life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya hindi nyo rin ako masisisi kung bakit hanggang ngayon ay single pa ko! (hahaha) I’m just waiting for the right man (and time na rin) to come… he might not be my knight in shining armor but he can at least be the man who knows how to love and willing to be loved back… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-110223612625698652?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/110223612625698652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034989&amp;postID=110223612625698652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/110223612625698652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/110223612625698652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/2004/12/kalokohan.html' title='.:KalokoHAN:.'/><author><name>myfavoritecolorisred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616868572249570032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034989.post-110102032503029058</id><published>2004-11-21T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T23:20:35.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky...</title><content type='html'>I hate idleness… it only makes you feel nervous, knowing that there may be some work you have to work on but you just don’t know what it is… it only makes you feel worthless, knowing that your other officemates were in a rush to beat some deadlines… it only makes you feel sluggish, knowing that there are so many things you have to discover, learn and be excited of…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am idle right now. Those were the exact feelings I’m feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sluggish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m happy though. No boss’ around. Quiet. I’m on my own. Woohoo!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m caught between being happy and sad about me being idle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’d prefer to stay idle and be happy at the same time…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/redelicious/cp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-110102032503029058?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/110102032503029058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034989&amp;postID=110102032503029058&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/110102032503029058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/110102032503029058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/2004/11/lucky.html' title='Lucky...'/><author><name>myfavoritecolorisred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616868572249570032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034989.post-110093887632759565</id><published>2004-11-20T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T00:21:16.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.:Attention!:.</title><content type='html'>i have FINALLY decided to delete &lt;a href="http://katkitkat.blogspot.com"&gt;http://katkitkat.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; ... yeah mga repapips, dinelete ko na tong blogspot kong to since i don't have time to update this blog... why? can't serve 2 masters at the same time... hehehe... =) though it's hard for me to end the legacy i had started on that blog... yada... yada... yada... hahaha! kidding aside, i had so much memories on that blog... simula pa nung gawin ko yung template... yung mga (walang kwenta at may kwentang) articles... =) yung mga (may kwenta at wlang kwenta ulet na) comments... =) at marami pang iba...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to all of you who have linked this blog, you may now unlink this site... ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all folks! try to be back after 10 years... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-110093887632759565?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/110093887632759565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034989&amp;postID=110093887632759565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/110093887632759565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/110093887632759565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/2004/11/attention_20.html' title='.:Attention!:.'/><author><name>myfavoritecolorisred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616868572249570032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034989.post-110016569239904562</id><published>2004-11-11T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T23:01:21.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>... the Alchemist ...</title><content type='html'>Who says I can’t update my blog while at work? =) hehehe… anyway, just want to share you something which I came across while blog hopping… yeah, in the midst of my busy sched, I can still manage to blog hop! Hahaha! Anyway, here it goes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“It's easy to understand that someone in the world awaits you, whether it's in the middle of the desert or in the great city. And when 2 such people encounter each other, and their eyes meet, the past and the future become unimportant. There is only that moment, and the incredible certainty that everything under the sun has been written by one hand only. It is the hand that evokes a love and creates a twin soul for every person in the world. Without such love, one's dreams would have no meaning."---- The Alchemist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love… love… love… interesting to chat about yet so hard to define… so easy to say but so hard to find… well, well, well, talk about sentiments and dilemma over love…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, is the author talking about destiny here? I guess so… I no longer want to talk about destiny coz I have already made my stand on it (read my previous post pls…). What’s more important to me right now is giving myself the chance to look beyond my destiny. But how the hell am I gonna do that? I’m not a psychic who can predict what lies ahead of me… maybe a psycho! and not a psychic…need some help here I guess... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just love everything the author said... that without such love, one's dreams would have no meaning... that there's only one person intended for you to spend your life with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might not know who that person is... and still waiting for that "moment" to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one thing’s for sure… I’m back on my own self again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-110016569239904562?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/110016569239904562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034989&amp;postID=110016569239904562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/110016569239904562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/110016569239904562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/2004/11/alchemist.html' title='... the Alchemist ...'/><author><name>myfavoritecolorisred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616868572249570032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034989.post-109931501238348019</id><published>2004-11-01T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T05:16:52.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.:Updates...:.</title><content type='html'>heller!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh... it felt like ages before i was able to update my blog... anyways, here are some pictures (my fave!) to keep you guys updated on what's happening 2 me these past few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/redelicious/lostworldpic1.jpg" /&gt; me, lost in "Lost World"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;me and sis and behind us is Doha Sheraton&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/redelicious/meandate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/redelicious/happy.jpg" /&gt; don't know what we're laughing about... oh! probably because we're riding on a boat... hehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;kulitan with mikes and ate...&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/redelicious/atememikes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-109931501238348019?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/109931501238348019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034989&amp;postID=109931501238348019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/109931501238348019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/109931501238348019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/2004/11/updates.html' title='.:Updates...:.'/><author><name>myfavoritecolorisred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616868572249570032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034989.post-109802614405427713</id><published>2004-10-17T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T08:24:14.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-SoNg JuSt 4 U-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hey! mr. dj!!!! wanna dedicate this song to somebody (you definitely know who you are baby?!!! wahahaha!!! ...as if?!)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nitong umaga lang pagkalambing-lambing Ng iyong mga matang hayup kung tumingin Nitong umaga lang pagkagaling-galing Ng iyong sumpang walang aawat sa atin &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O kay bilis namang maglaho ng Pag-ibig mo sinta Daig mo pa ang isang kisapmata Kanina'y nariyan lang o ba't Bigla namang nawala Daig mo pa ang isang kisapmata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Kani-kanina lang pagkaganda-ganda Ng pagkasabi mong sana'y tayo na nga Kani-kanina lang pagkasaya-saya Ng buhay kong bigla na lamang nag-iba O kay bilis namang maglaho ng Pag-ibig mo sinta Daig mo pa ang isang kisapmata Kanina'y nariyan lang o ba't Bigla namang nawala Daig mo pa ang isang kisapmata Nitong umaga lang pagkalambing-lambing Nitong umaga lang Pagkagaling-galing kani-kanina lang Pagkaganda-ganda Kani-kanina lang pagkasaya-saya O kay bilis namang maglaho ng Pag-ibig mo sinta Daig mo pa ang isang kisapmata Kanina'y nariyan lang o ba't Bigla namang nawala Daig mo pa ang isang kisapmata...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;honestly speaking, i just love this song... no special reason or whatsoever... i-just-love-it... ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/redelicious/bear_flowerssmall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-109802614405427713?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/109802614405427713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034989&amp;postID=109802614405427713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/109802614405427713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/109802614405427713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/2004/10/song-just-4-u.html' title='-SoNg JuSt 4 U-'/><author><name>myfavoritecolorisred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616868572249570032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034989.post-109747411485121260</id><published>2004-10-11T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T22:58:34.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-SuNsEt-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/redelicious/scene1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8:41 am. Kat’s house. BG music: Bluer than Blue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let the picture speak for itself... coz this is what i really feel as of this very moment...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p.s. thanks dad for this wonderful pic... love it so much!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-109747411485121260?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/109747411485121260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034989&amp;postID=109747411485121260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/109747411485121260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/109747411485121260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/2004/10/sunset.html' title='-SuNsEt-'/><author><name>myfavoritecolorisred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616868572249570032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034989.post-109680465492428016</id><published>2004-10-03T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T04:57:34.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the difference between "somebody you Love" and "somebody you like"</title><content type='html'>This might help you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the difference between "somebody you Love" and "somebody you Like"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In front of the person you like, your heart beats faster&lt;br /&gt;*But in front of the person you love, you get happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In front of the person you love, winter seems like spring.&lt;br /&gt;*But in front of the person you like, winter is just beautiful winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If you look into the eyes of the one you like, you blush.&lt;br /&gt;*But if you look into the eyes of the one you love, you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In front of the person you like, you can't say everything on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;*But in front of the person you love, you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In front of the person you like, you tend to get shy.&lt;br /&gt;*But in front of the person you love, you can show your own self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You can't look straight into the eyes of the one you like.&lt;br /&gt;*But you can always smile into the eyes of the one you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*But when the one you like is crying, you end up comforting.&lt;br /&gt;*When the one you love is crying, you cry with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The feeling of like starts from the ear.&lt;br /&gt;*But the feeling of love starts from the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*So if you stop liking a person you used to like, all you need to do is cover your ears.&lt;br /&gt;*But if you try to close your eyes, love turns into a drop of tear andremains in your heart forever ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-109680465492428016?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/109680465492428016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034989&amp;postID=109680465492428016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/109680465492428016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/109680465492428016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/2004/10/difference-between-somebody-you-love.html' title='the difference between &quot;somebody you Love&quot; and &quot;somebody you like&quot;'/><author><name>myfavoritecolorisred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616868572249570032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034989.post-109674075168763850</id><published>2004-10-02T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T11:22:10.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-it's not easy to be... me...-</title><content type='html'>once in a while i'm wondering if it would be easy to be just somebody else... somebody who need not to please everybody... somebody who can say "no"... somebody who can say "i can't"... or somebody who can be just somebody...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of you may think that i'm the girl who can handle all sorts of unbearable things... the independent one... the fighter... the giver... in short, the tough one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;half of it is true and half of it is still wanting me to realize that i'm also a human being who can be sad... can be depressed at times... and can be vulnerable when needed... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just realized that i'm into this "mild" depression (good thing it's only mild...) while watching a show in TFC and they were talking about this "depression" thing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;depression - defined as the weakening of will. excessive gloom. an abnormal state of physiological inactivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm a drama queen. and that's a given fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but my being a drama queen has gone far beyond my being a "normal" drama queen lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can't sleep well... don't wanna wake up... don't wanna go to work... can't think of happy thoughts... sad... very, very sad... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i have to keep these all to myself since i've been labeled as the tough-girl-who-should-not-be-affected-of-her-emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that makes me feel more sad... coz i'm just like everybody else who needs to be spoiled once in a while, who needs care, love and understanding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh... it's not really easy being me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-109674075168763850?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/109674075168763850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034989&amp;postID=109674075168763850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/109674075168763850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/109674075168763850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-not-easy-to-be-me.html' title='-it&apos;s not easy to be... me...-'/><author><name>myfavoritecolorisred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616868572249570032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034989.post-109638335720747357</id><published>2004-09-28T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T07:55:57.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm in the mood to...</title><content type='html'>well... well... well... had a tough day today. finished my part on posting the journals (yey! such an accomplishment!!!). almost done with the updates on my new template...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i just feel like i can conquer the whole world!!! wahahaha! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my boss is coming tomorrow... i better get ready... whew! better start practicing what to say tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are you quiting ms. katrina?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-109638335720747357?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/109638335720747357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034989&amp;postID=109638335720747357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/109638335720747357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/109638335720747357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-in-mood-to.html' title='i&apos;m in the mood to...'/><author><name>myfavoritecolorisred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616868572249570032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034989.post-109602508576496328</id><published>2004-09-24T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T04:59:03.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-my TwO LiTtLe AnGeLs-</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/redelicious/ljalex.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my two nieces!!! aren't they soooo cute? *wink* *wink* they're my life now... can't live a day without kissing and hugging them... love you LJ and Alex!!! muahhh!!! =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 223px; HEIGHT: 110px" height="132" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/redelicious/kissingninang.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-109602508576496328?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/109602508576496328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034989&amp;postID=109602508576496328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/109602508576496328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/109602508576496328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-two-little-angels.html' title='-my TwO LiTtLe AnGeLs-'/><author><name>myfavoritecolorisred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616868572249570032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034989.post-109575432033047613</id><published>2004-09-21T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T01:15:59.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-Me &amp; My NoN-ShOwBiZ fRiEnDs-</title><content type='html'>i had posted this blog before but due to some technical error, i decided to delete it instead. though i know there will be violent reactions again from my officemates, i still insist of putting this blog back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not about the pictures, it's all about the friendship guys!&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/redelicious/ka0723.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/redelicious/yen.jpg" /&gt; - this is YEN:: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;very easy to describe... a true person in and out. when she's mad, she's mad. when she's happy, she's happy. and when she's in love... you can never tell! hahaha! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/redelicious/laine.jpg" /&gt; - Ate Malaine (KULIT):: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the one who has the loudest laugh!!! easy to get along and very industrious... when it comes to blog i guess! hahahah! =) joke. you can confide anything to her and can give you the wackiest advice you never could imagine her saying that... hehehe... peace ate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/redelicious/jajey.jpg" /&gt; - Jajey:: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Ang Pasimuno" hahaha! joke. but jokes are half meant right? hehehe... well, it's true, she's the reason why almost everybody (si judith nalang wala pang blog!!!) has a blog. the one with the sweetest smile (look at her photo, convincing huh?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/redelicious/jeng.jpg" /&gt; - Jheng:: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"kung ang pasensya ay nakakamatay, siguradong patay na si Jheng! hahahah! joke.joke.joke." the super ever patient Jheng. my "service-mate". also my confidant on some matters... hehehe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/redelicious/judith.jpg" /&gt; - Judith:: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sweet. talkative. knows everything. soon to be married. do i need to say more? hehehe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys! CMS will never be the same without you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-109575432033047613?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/109575432033047613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034989&amp;postID=109575432033047613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/109575432033047613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/109575432033047613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/2004/09/me-my-non-showbiz-friends.html' title='-Me &amp; My NoN-ShOwBiZ fRiEnDs-'/><author><name>myfavoritecolorisred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616868572249570032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034989.post-109516653723868385</id><published>2004-09-14T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T05:55:37.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.:WhAt MaKeS up A gOoD mOviE?:.</title><content type='html'>Let me be a movie critic for one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiderman 2 was the latest movie I watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this gives me the idea to write something about what makes up a good movie. Well, as for my own taste, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start with, the movie has to have a story. Coz if it doesn’t have, then it’s a porn movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie has to have good actors/actresses. Coz if it doesn’t have, then it’s a porn movie again.  Actors and Actresses need not to be famous or well-known, they just have to know when to hit those lines and can convince the audience that what they’re doing is for real. Plain yet stunning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breath-taking dialogues. Well written screenplay. I’m very much particular on this aspect. In every film that I watched, I make sure that there was a special line I’ll be able to think about, something that will convince me to change on how I believe on a certain matter. And through this, you’ll be able to know the moral values, or if not, the spirit why and for whom this film was made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music BG’s. It’s definitely a plus if the movie has a good set of sound tracks. Need not to say more coz even you, I think, will agree with me that movies surely needs to have a good choice of BG’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinematography, effects, animation, editing and the rest will only take place after the film has already established those four main points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what can I say about Spiderman 2? The verdict: a-good-movie-if-you’re-the-type-of-person-who’s-caught-between-being-a-super-hero-and-a-person-wanting-to-have-a-normal-life. (he-he-he) But I like the film though. Simply entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-109516653723868385?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/109516653723868385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034989&amp;postID=109516653723868385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/109516653723868385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/109516653723868385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/2004/09/what-makes-up-good-movie.html' title='.:WhAt MaKeS up A gOoD mOviE?:.'/><author><name>myfavoritecolorisred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616868572249570032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034989.post-109441043078205833</id><published>2004-09-05T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T01:21:28.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- i Wanna SHOUT!!! -</title><content type='html'>...that's what i wanna do as of this very moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody's stoping me from doing it. nobody. except me. why? dunno. i just want to SHOUT! and tell everybody what i'm feeling right now. i feel hopeless. stagnant. deaf. blind. exhausted. drained. stupid. dull. lazy. paranoid. and perfectly unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need some divine intervention. or at least somebody who's willing to stand by my side and hear my angst. i want to have my old self again. happy. contented. being loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what i wanna do. SHOUT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(note from the writer: please don't take this seriously, just thinking aloud... hehehe... &lt;img height="40" src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-8/814419/ka0721.gif" width="40" /&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-109441043078205833?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/109441043078205833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034989&amp;postID=109441043078205833&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/109441043078205833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/109441043078205833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-wanna-shout.html' title='- i Wanna SHOUT!!! -'/><author><name>myfavoritecolorisred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616868572249570032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034989.post-109424671595867805</id><published>2004-09-04T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T14:25:15.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-MuSiC tO mY EaRs-</title><content type='html'>yey! got all my favorite music and it's all here in my blog... well, who says html is so so difficult? hehehe... yabang... di naman masyadow...=) just hope it'll function properly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's holiday. yey again!!! have the chance to sleep all day!!! wowowee!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laziness hit me again... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(note: the writer fell asleep while typing this blog... hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-109424671595867805?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/109424671595867805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034989&amp;postID=109424671595867805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/109424671595867805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/109424671595867805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/2004/09/music-to-my-ears.html' title='-MuSiC tO mY EaRs-'/><author><name>myfavoritecolorisred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616868572249570032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034989.post-109396215748037814</id><published>2004-08-31T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T07:22:37.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-sOmEtHiNg tO tHiNk AbOuT...-</title><content type='html'>nothing much happened today. pure work and nothing else... had a nice and wacky chat with my old friend in spite of being too busy (yeah right...). i'm so amazed that after having our lunch this afternoon, everybody in the office seems to be so quiet... i wonder what they were up to... hhhmmm... =)  anyways, let me just share with you an advice (and one of my favorites)  of Joe D' Mango (the certified LoVe guru) to one of his reader... again, and of course, it's all about L-O-V-E...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...let us always remember that LoVe should never be a function of money. Money is important but there are far more important reasons why people choose to marry. LoVe encompasses who we were, who we are and who we will be. LoVe never looks at our past, nor does it change who we are today. LoVe never measures, compares nor judges. LoVe simply LoVeS without conditions and that's how LoVe should truly be... -Joe D' Mango (July 11, 2004)"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ganda noh?!  whachuthink? &lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-8/814419/ursinhocute09.gif" width="50" height="59" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-109396215748037814?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/109396215748037814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034989&amp;postID=109396215748037814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/109396215748037814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/109396215748037814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/2004/08/something-to-think-about.html' title='-sOmEtHiNg tO tHiNk AbOuT...-'/><author><name>myfavoritecolorisred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616868572249570032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034989.post-109385789483182789</id><published>2004-08-30T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T01:21:18.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-if OnLy I CoUld TuRn BaCk ThE TiMe-</title><content type='html'>Looking back at what happened the whole day yesterday and early today, it’s so exhausting... I tried to finish all the postings yesterday morning. Our accounting software's still not working. Aaarrgghh! Documents on the loose... only to find out that it has long been kept by the person looking for the missing documents... Gggrrr! End of the month reports, reconciliation, backache, nausea, woozy... what else could you ask for?! just want to go home and take a whole year break from work... (In your dreams kat! in your dreams...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I’m supposed to write something about the sonnet I read yesterday morning over the Internet. Sonnet XLIX, by W. Shakespeare. It wasn’t really the whole sonnet I wanted to comment on. Duh?! I haven’t lost my sanity yet (hehehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Against that time, if ever that time come” - the phrase that smacked me while reading this lovely sonnet…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime we hope for something good to happen to us, everytime we wish for somebody to cross our path or everytime we want to give up on something… we always wait for the right time to come... why is that so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember way back in highschool, this has also been one of my concern. I was able to wrote a poem entitled "when the right time comes". When you're young and in love, all you could think of is to be with the person you're in love with, right? But not for me. I wasn't really in a hurry then, though "we" knew deep in our hearts that we both like each other. It's just that, and i'm sure, we're not ready for such commitment. So i told myself to wait and let time dictate what's really best for both of us. To make the long story short, the time has come and shall i say it has been the best days of my life... Unfortunately, our story has come to an end and it wasn't a happy ending like most of the other fairytales do... Waiting for the right time to come isn't exactly the right thing to do most especially if you're the type of person who's impatient and pessimist... joke! =) Spur of the moment, shall I say, is far more better than waiting for anything or anybody to come. Hell yeah?! I've learned my lesson. So whoever comes my way, and i'm talking about this very moment, i can say that... You're the man! =) hahaha! whatevah?! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time, time, time... it's all about waiting, it's all about being patient and most of all, it's all about reasons, choices and you. &lt;img height="102" src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-8/814419/ursinhocute06.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-109385789483182789?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/109385789483182789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034989&amp;postID=109385789483182789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonnet XLIX.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="41" src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-8/814419/ursinhocute05.gif" width="47" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Against that time, if ever that time come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I shall see thee frown on my defects,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When as thy love hath cast his utmost sum,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Call'd to that audit by advis'd respects;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Against that time when thou shalt strangely pass,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And scarcely greet me with that sun, thine eye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When love, converted from the thing it was,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shall reasons find of settled gravity;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Against that time do I ensconce me here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Within the knowledge of mine own desert,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And this my hand against myself uprear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To guard the lawful reasons on thy part:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To leave poor me thou hast the strength of laws,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since why to love I can allege no cause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;to be concluded...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-109378205573254065?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/109378205573254065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034989.post-109351208867491419</id><published>2004-08-26T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T02:22:45.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-T.G.I.T.- </title><content type='html'>(thanks God it's Thursday... again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="49" src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-8/814419/ursinhocute10.gif" width="29" /&gt; Woohoooo!!! it's thursday again! it's thursday again! can hardly wait till the clock strikes at 1... have so many plans for today. manicure, pedicure, hair cut, laundry, etc., etc., etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might be thinking how will i do that all at the same day? i may not be dr. love but i can be wonderwoman... just for a day i guess! hahaha! =) thursday would be "myself day", friday's surely a "sleep day" and what about the rest of the day? heller?! it's officeday ofcourse?! hahaha again! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can sense (and you probably would) that this entry will have no sense at all... sorry, but all i could think of is my bed, my bed and my very precious bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzz...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-109351208867491419?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/109351208867491419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034989&amp;postID=109351208867491419&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/109351208867491419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/109351208867491419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/2004/08/tgit.html' title='-T.G.I.T.- '/><author><name>myfavoritecolorisred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616868572249570032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034989.post-109341701056597350</id><published>2004-08-25T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T23:17:42.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-oN sOuLmAtEs, tWiN fLaMeS aNd DeStiNy-</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;soulmates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"are other souls that have agreed to connect with you on this planet for a purpose."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;twin flames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"they are beings that manifested from the same soul group at the exact same time, and thus are like identical twins that are so much a part of each other that they can never bear being apart."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"the inevitable or necessary fate to which a particular person or thing is destined; a predetermined course of events considered as something beyond human power or control."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm not dr. love&lt;/strong&gt;. let me make that clear once and for all. i'm just here to let you know what's my perception about those three words in which i think is a relevant topic to discuss most especially if you're the person who's in search (but not desperate) for "the one".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Soulmates and Twin Flames as they always say is different from one another. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Based on some readings i had, soulmates could also be your sister, your girl friend or even your officemate. It's not always the opposite sex. As long as you both share the same interest, ideals, habits, hobbies, anything that is common to both of you. The main point is, in search for a soulmate, there's less probability that the soulmate you’ve been looking for is also the person you’ve been dreaming to spend the rest of your life... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"like twins, they are so much a part of each other that they can never bear being apart..." whew! and that is twin flames, huh? guess i should just let that definition stand on its own... no need for further explanations or whatsoever... maybe in search for your twin flame, there's more chances of finding your one true love... why? dunno. i'm not dr. love, right? hehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and what about destiny? i believe that destiny's the key factor that will bring the two souls/flames who are in search together...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fallacy? I say not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and above all these, one thing's for sure, i'll gonna have my hair cut tomorrow... (labo mo pare!?! -TaGaL NaH?!?!)    &lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-8/814419/doll0269.gif" width="121" height="63" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-109341701056597350?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/109341701056597350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034989&amp;postID=109341701056597350&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/109341701056597350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/109341701056597350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/2004/08/on-soulmates-twin-flames-and-destiny.html' title='-oN sOuLmAtEs, tWiN fLaMeS aNd DeStiNy-'/><author><name>myfavoritecolorisred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616868572249570032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034989.post-109335953329688108</id><published>2004-08-24T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T07:58:53.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-tHe LaSt sOnG SyNdRoMe-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll never find the words, my love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To tell you how I feel, my love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mere words could not explain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Precious love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You held my life within your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Created everything I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Taught me how to live again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Only you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cared when I needed a friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Believed in me through thick and thin &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;his song is for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Filled with gratitude and love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;God bless you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make me feel brand new&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For God blessed me with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You make me feel brand new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I sing this song 'cause you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Make me feel brand new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whenever I was insecure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You built me up and made me sure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You gave my pride back to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Precious friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll always have a friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're someone who I can depend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To walk a path that never ends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My life has no meaning or rhyme &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like notes to a song out of time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How can I repay &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You for having faith in me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the song that keeps on playing inside my head for almost 11 hours now... you make me feel brand new by simply red. it surely got stuck in my head that no matter how i tried to think of another song (which is she bangs! of ricky martin), it will simply find its way back and make me sing again for the nth time... aarrgghh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing wrong with the song and in fact i love it! and gonna love it more if someday, the man of my dreams will also dedicate this song to moi... gosh! if that day comes, i promise, i'll never get tired of listening to it...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-109335953329688108?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/109335953329688108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034989&amp;postID=109335953329688108&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/109335953329688108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/109335953329688108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/2004/08/last-song-syndrome.html' title='-tHe LaSt sOnG SyNdRoMe-'/><author><name>myfavoritecolorisred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616868572249570032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034989.post-109326930508727687</id><published>2004-08-23T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T07:36:05.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-WhEw!!!-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"u'll never know what it's like not until you tried doing it..."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a statement! and hey! i'm talking about blogging and not the other way around... hehehe... i had so much fun setting up my blog except that sometimes (ok, i admit, MOST of the time) i get irritated whenever some tags/codes don't match up. whew! good thing we have a blog-pro here in the office... and her name is jajey! =) (wow, special mention... =) i have to thank jey not just for teaching me magnanimously but for her continuous encouragement and support everytime I wanna give up... (sounds like i'm delivering a graduation speech... hahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so day 2 of my blogging has ended...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;satisfaction...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only word i have in mind as of this very moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-109326930508727687?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/109326930508727687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034989&amp;postID=109326930508727687&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/109326930508727687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/109326930508727687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/2004/08/whew.html' title='-WhEw!!!-'/><author><name>myfavoritecolorisred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616868572249570032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034989.post-109315418786397807</id><published>2004-08-21T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T06:19:07.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-StArTiNg aLL OvEr AgAin-</title><content type='html'>oh my... using xanga.com as my blog host is not as easy as i thought... and i had to think a hundred times (yeah... yeah...) before i could convince myself to use blogger.com instead... though i know it will take me another whole day to set-up this page, i might as well give it a try... so here i am! starting all over again... &lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-8/814419/doll0275.gif" width="89" height="124" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034989-109315418786397807?l=myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/feeds/109315418786397807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034989&amp;postID=109315418786397807&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/109315418786397807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034989/posts/default/109315418786397807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoritecolorisred.blogspot.com/2004/08/starting-all-over-again.html' title='-StArTiNg aLL OvEr AgAin-'/><author><name>myfavoritecolorisred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616868572249570032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
