<?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-2894303271360686246</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:17:58.900+08:00</updated><category term='passengers'/><category term='geek speak'/><category term='Human behavior'/><category term='food trip'/><category term='feel good movie'/><category term='my choir'/><category term='Technology'/><category term='bad'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='to board on taxi'/><category term='cosmomagazine.com.ph/board'/><category term='favorite book'/><category term='ACET'/><category term='survey again'/><category term='marketing communications'/><category term='stalking'/><category term='choir'/><category term='Pinoy  Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Light up a story</title><subtitle type='html'>Once you accept the fact that you have limited control over your own life, things get easier. When you have a problem, you can choose to see it as a hindrance or as an opportunity to grow. As long as your intentions are good and come from a sincere heart, there's nothing to worry about. I say, choose to be happy and life become so much easier!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-5282061129582310334</id><published>2007-08-17T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T11:49:33.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In fairness, hindi ako evil</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.att.net/%7Eslugbutter/evil/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.att.net/%7Eslugbutter/evil/angelic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.att.net/%7Eslugbutter/evil/" target="new"&gt;How evil are &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/3862432"&gt;Pretty Mia S.&lt;/a&gt; for the tagged. I know this may be a stupid question, but does anyone know how to become an evil just liked mwahahahahahaha from batch 2001 BSMIS of ADMU?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-5282061129582310334?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/5282061129582310334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=5282061129582310334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/5282061129582310334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/5282061129582310334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/08/in-fairness-hindi-ako-evil.html' title='In fairness, hindi ako evil'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-723660700781886263</id><published>2007-08-10T23:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T16:42:50.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MULAN: TANGHALANG PILIPINOS NEW CHILDRENS MUSICAL</title><content type='html'>MULAN, the newest original childrensmusical to hit the stage, is set toopen on September 14 as part ofTanghalang Pilipinos 21st season.Based on the famous Chinese poem TheBallad of Mulan, this stage versiontells of the exciting adventures of HuaMulan, the young woman who joined anall-male army to fight for the honor ofher family and her country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A perfect treat for children and theyoung-at-heart, MULAN will delightaudiences of all ages with itswhimsical set and colorful costumescreated by New York-trained designerGino Gonzales; breathtaking martialarts movements fused with gracefuldances by premier dance artist DenisaReyes; the colorful play of lights bynoted lighting designer JonjonVillareal; and the delightful touch ofcharacter make-up by multi-awardeddesigner Dennis Tan.The libretto by Palanca award-winningplaywright Rody Vera together with JedCaballero Balsamos music and theskillful performance of the TanghalangPilipino Actors Company all combine tomake for an entertaining andheartwarming production under themasterful direction of Dennis Marasigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MULAN runs September 14-16, 21-23, 28-30 and October 5-7 at the CCpTanghalang Aurelio Tolentino. It issupported by Japan Foundation, HBC,Flowerline, artonedesign, Maggi andradio partners Jam 88.3, Wave 89.1,Magic 89.9, 99.5 RT and Heart 103.5.For bookings, reservations and tickets,please call Tanghalang Pilipino at 832-3661, Ticketworld at 891-9999 or theCCP Box Office at 832-3704.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-723660700781886263?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.mb.com.ph/SCTY20070918103059.html' title='MULAN: TANGHALANG PILIPINOS NEW CHILDRENS MUSICAL'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/723660700781886263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=723660700781886263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/723660700781886263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/723660700781886263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/08/mulan-tanghalang-pilipinos-new.html' title='MULAN: TANGHALANG PILIPINOS NEW CHILDRENS MUSICAL'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-1755892683844012474</id><published>2007-08-05T12:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T17:41:21.221+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ACET'/><title type='text'>Hahhaha!! ACET. Magbabantay ako Lolz.. :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Surprisingly when I woke up this morning, I received a text message from the Director for admissions of Loyola Schools. The funniest of all he already talked with EAA, because the director want / request me to attend a meeting for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Director said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, that you have really been in touch with God a lot more since that incident. Being faced with someone does something to you. I guess that's the silver lining right there. :) &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:11;color:black;"  &gt;I am fascinated by the fact that you're part of the school has been bring you so much challenge.  Just this day, Father B and I inviting you to be one of the proctors for ACET on September. I discussed the other details for tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Haha, I  know the Father director was serious he doesn't invite me, he forced me to join the team. I couldn't say no, especially when he talked with EAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:11;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-1755892683844012474?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/1755892683844012474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=1755892683844012474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/1755892683844012474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/1755892683844012474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/08/hahhaha-acet-magbabantay-ako-lolz.html' title='Hahhaha!! ACET. Magbabantay ako Lolz.. :))'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-8672984653840576794</id><published>2007-08-03T22:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T16:52:47.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am so excited for Monday.  Bea and I are going to hear mass at the Gesu, and someone might actually come with us. Gesu is a beautiful  church and how perfect the ambiance is for contemplating. I am so looking forward to it and  I can't wait to see the social experimentation.  Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-8672984653840576794?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/8672984653840576794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=8672984653840576794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/8672984653840576794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/8672984653840576794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/08/on-monday.html' title='On Monday'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-1097364014449386761</id><published>2007-08-03T21:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T16:34:18.494+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to board on taxi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passengers'/><title type='text'>A lesson learned today: Surviving an evil taxi driver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rra4xeqU97I/AAAAAAAAAfI/fJ-lcReU2dA/s1600-h/TAXI_PLATE_NO_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095463188599994290" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rra4xeqU97I/AAAAAAAAAfI/fJ-lcReU2dA/s400/TAXI_PLATE_NO_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In case you've encountered this taxi, better be careful! I suggest you ride another cab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The moment it happened this morning, I knew I had to write about it. The title of my entry would be "A lesson learned today: Surviving an evil taxi driver." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You see, most of the times I ride a taxi in SM Makati, so I can reach my work in GT Tower on time. For some reason, the taxi that I took this morning, the driver didn't know the GT Tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: kuya sa GT Tower po ko near sa RCBC Bldg.&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Anong street yung?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dito po sa ayala, ituturo ko na lang po daan&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Ano ka ba pupunta ka isang lugar di mo alam ang street?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Kuya along ayala nga po.&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Bahala maligaw tayo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I heard that and we were in the phil. stock exchange bldg. (makati), luckily the traffic light was stop, I decided to leave the taxi without paying him, and asked for the help of traffic enforcer there. Of course 2 traffic enforcer helped me immediately, they questioned the driver of the taxi that I took, then they found out that the driver was under by the influenced of illegal drugs. Of course I filed a complain against that person, and it was scary, to be honest I never experience holdup or whatsoever traumatic . Then when I arrived in the office, the daughter of my boss Miss Joanna Abrera-P. was there she known what happened to me. We got our usual talked and she gave me some tips on how could survive an evil &lt;a href="http://chuvaness.wordpress.com/2007/07/07/avoid-riding-a-taxi-alone/"&gt;taxi driver&lt;/a&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Before leaving the house on your way to the office , do the most important thing of all -pray. Use positive words when praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you're taking your ride in an taxi terminal, (juts liked in sm makati) that's better since a yellow enforcer gave the passenger a info. which you could use in case you may encountered an evil taxi driver, just like what happened to me. ( see the picture above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you're not in too much of a hurry, make a quick scan of the taxi you're going to ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. For safety, lock the door of the cab as it starts moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Try to bring a money that got smaller denomination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Don't flaunt your cellphone.Put your phone in silent mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For sure , there are other way to make an taxi ride as safe as possible despite that many hassled involved. Whatever they are, there's one basic guideline for all taxi riders: Be alert always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-1097364014449386761?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/1097364014449386761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=1097364014449386761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/1097364014449386761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/1097364014449386761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/08/surviving-evil-taxi-driver.html' title='A lesson learned today: Surviving an evil taxi driver'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rra4xeqU97I/AAAAAAAAAfI/fJ-lcReU2dA/s72-c/TAXI_PLATE_NO_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-4459985645690824260</id><published>2007-08-02T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T16:18:44.692+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey again'/><title type='text'>Childhood Survey" (got from maria reena )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RrHStuqU96I/AAAAAAAAAfA/lEJafIZOAyI/s1600-h/ghy_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094084336594253730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 411px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RrHStuqU96I/AAAAAAAAAfA/lEJafIZOAyI/s400/ghy_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you a child of the 70s, 80s, or 90s&lt;br /&gt;80's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Where were you born?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manila - ust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What city did you grow up in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm born to a typical Chinese family, I lived in Navotas &amp; Paranaque, during the early years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did you enjoy your childhood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;creative officer / director&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you want to be now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy. in details - to become a good person and eventually a good mom someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Were you a fun little kid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your first best friend's name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mary ann juilano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Is he/she still your friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Can you name all the schools you ever attended?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ac/pnuls/sc/pup/up/admu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Were you closer to your mom or dad as a kid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both. very close even up to now. I still live with them - even if my parents tell me that I can live on my own, do whatever [I] want to do with [my] money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What was the first record, tape or CD you remember buying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yung tape ni lea salonga na may tomorrow saka im but a small voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. How old is a good age to have kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Are you scared of anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly at present, wala naman, just keep praying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What was your favorite class in elementary school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arts &amp;amp; science&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Did you buy school lunch or bring your own baon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Broken any bones or had any freaky accidents as a kid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, but once, after that wala na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Were you a mean kid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope. good girl ako even up to now eh. walang tututol :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Favorite board game of all time?&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;crabbles&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;, millionaires game &lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Did you play house or pretend to be a super hero?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Seriously, are you still just a kid at heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. did u have &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; childhood sweethart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who is he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eduardo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now repost with the name "Childhood Survey", and see what your friends&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; answers are to these same questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's interesting when you get revelations about life when you least expect it ;)&lt;br /&gt;that girl made me think 'bout my family too :) I'm in blog-addiction mode since forever &amp;amp; it's only nice to catch-up :) hope to post again...cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-4459985645690824260?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/4459985645690824260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=4459985645690824260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/4459985645690824260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/4459985645690824260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/08/childhood-survey-got-from-maria-reena.html' title='Childhood Survey&quot; (got from maria reena )'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RrHStuqU96I/AAAAAAAAAfA/lEJafIZOAyI/s72-c/ghy_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-6367783997184832284</id><published>2007-08-01T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T18:07:44.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food trip'/><title type='text'>KFC Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RrGsbOqU95I/AAAAAAAAAe4/DZykfk0HnF0/s1600-h/kfc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RrGsbOqU95I/AAAAAAAAAe4/DZykfk0HnF0/s400/kfc.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094042237324818322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;So now, I am thinking that eating my favorite meals from KFC's is not bad at all. It is, after all, my comfort food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-6367783997184832284?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/6367783997184832284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=6367783997184832284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/6367783997184832284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/6367783997184832284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/08/kfc-moment.html' title='KFC Moment'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RrGsbOqU95I/AAAAAAAAAe4/DZykfk0HnF0/s72-c/kfc.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-4666926982335511630</id><published>2007-07-28T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T18:03:56.371+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stalking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Human behavior'/><title type='text'>You'll laugh and don't like to  be them</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RrGEL-qU9yI/AAAAAAAAAeA/2667fC68r6A/s1600-h/designall.dll_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RrGEL-qU9yI/AAAAAAAAAeA/2667fC68r6A/s400/designall.dll_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093997994866702114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here's my Simpson character&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RrGGKeqU9zI/AAAAAAAAAeI/t0OR-XIy1QQ/s1600-h/customHR.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RrGGKeqU9zI/AAAAAAAAAeI/t0OR-XIy1QQ/s400/customHR.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094000168120153906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RrGG0eqU90I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/RGBhnUF_afk/s1600-h/aq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 464px; height: 246px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RrGG0eqU90I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/RGBhnUF_afk/s320/aq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094000889674659650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I write this entry with emotion because of the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=purplewings01"&gt;unscrupulous person&lt;/a&gt;   sent me a messaged yesterday afternoon (Philippine Standard Time) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;on my you tube account that she claimed that this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z1bXrcgsBBo"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; is her property. So was it weird to claim something not yours? It is weird in a sense, that I don't know her personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There could be a lot of times I exchanged message to her just to correct her perceptions about it. For the longest time , I have not been treated like that on the web... that something very stupid on her part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing when she messaged me on my you tube account, I was on my way to &lt;a href="http://cfj.ateneo.edu/"&gt;Kondrad Adrenauer Asian Center,&lt;/a&gt;before leaving GT Tower. That person sent these messages to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" class="standardText smallText"  &gt;&lt;span id="RemainvidDescVEsb8QlfFI" style="display: inline;"&gt; hope u don't claim that "tue or thurs" practice video as yours because it's MINE. i respect the fact that you like BP, but it's bad to grab someone else's video and claim that it's yours because that was the day that i got in BP...that was from my fone. some BP members noticed already what you did, and i don't think that's a very nice way of showing appreciation to the group members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RrGRaOqU91I/AAAAAAAAAeY/-cljIg6lIVU/s1600-h/customHR.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RrGRaOqU91I/AAAAAAAAAeY/-cljIg6lIVU/s400/customHR.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094012533330999122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" class="standardText smallText"  &gt;&lt;span id="RemainvidDescVEsb8QlfFI" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" class="standardText smallText"  &gt;&lt;span id="RemainvidDescktaCmBAA2pI" style="display: inline;"&gt;please tell your friend then, that it is WRONG to do that. i don't care whether it's been uploaded months ago, because youtube is a public domain where it can be accessed by all who like BP anytime, anywhere. ERASE it from your page then. don't wait for the other members to comment on this, because they all know that i am the source. i don't want to make this a very big issue, but it is insulting and unfair to me. i uploaded my BP experience to share it. it's quite offending that it's been "stolen", eh i shared it na nga with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i work and study in ateneo too, and it's quite a shame that she doesn't know how wrong that act was when it's been taught to her to know the rules on publishing and plagiarism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you understand. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RrGRr-qU92I/AAAAAAAAAeg/GzWqtJyW6Xg/s1600-h/customHR.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RrGRr-qU92I/AAAAAAAAAeg/GzWqtJyW6Xg/s400/customHR.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094012838273677154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" class="standardText smallText"  &gt;&lt;span id="RemainvidDescktaCmBAA2pI" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" class="standardText smallText"  &gt;&lt;span id="RemainvidDescqHLFyblqyAA" style="display: inline;"&gt;actually, wala naman issue kung pinasa-pasa. the issue is the DESCRIPTION of the video that she made in your account. maybe you need to look at it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This was the video we made for bukas palad in one of their nice dry run WOW!! got really shocked that...night.. o well.. i had the video in my ipod so I was able to play it..."See for yourself..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the write-up claims that someone MADE the video for bukas palad for a dry run? eh mali pa nga yung story behind it. so how can it be an effective promo tool if someone else made a story of an event that happened closed doors with us? when it was not what really happened? to claim a video that "was made" when it wasn't exactly hers? yun ang understanding ng makakabasa na kahit sino. it was another bp member who alerted us about this "claim", and i being the owner of it, really needed to tell you what i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is an issue for me because that was my personal memory of my first day in BP and i'm not sure if you understand how big a deal that was. all the more that someone else grabbed it and placed a story in it and set it up for the whole world to see. it may not be worth anything to you, but there is a line between respecting how other things matter to people and NOT changing these details for them. we can upload our fave videos, fine. but let us not make a story about it if we don't know what it really is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, it is an issue because the group really is promoting for the launch, and that i'm sure all advertising measures are given for that event. hence, interested people will probably search and find this "insignificant" video. and of course, they will think it is yours because it's there on your page. hindi nila malalaman na akin iyun, fine. pero para iba ang mabasa nila na "nangyari" doon, i'm not at all comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just feel the need to make this right, because it was the most important day in my history with the group. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RrGR6eqU93I/AAAAAAAAAeo/JAnfkU8ZH5M/s1600-h/customHR.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RrGR6eqU93I/AAAAAAAAAeo/JAnfkU8ZH5M/s400/customHR.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094013087381780338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My final messaged for her : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="standardText smallText"&gt;&lt;span id="RemainvidDescQRvILiteWmo" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Good evening,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hope this is the last time I'm going to message you about the video issue because I don't want this to be big issue that it could go out of youtube/internet. To be honest it wouldn't be good to you.I should not waste too much time in answering your absurd messaged,but I have to correct your ridiculous view about the video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You see, to me, it's simple:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How come that my friend got that video ? Why that video was still there in her cellphone? You said that you're sure that you didn't forward it to anyone, so it could be at that moment there was another phone captured that event also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The original running time of the video was 57 seconds, since my laptop got an video editing tools, she'd edit it and turned out into 13 - 14 seconds. This would never be an ending argument. But I won't do any drastic measures that can create hostility w/you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Actually I'm glad when you said : "you do not aim to harm me in anyway. you just thought you had a say and hope to clear things lang by communicating :)".Since I am also teaching here in Loyola Schools is so easy for me to tracked down who are the people you're associating with? Then I found out a very interesting results now upon asking my blockmates, colleagues in department and my spiritual mentor that you're connected with 2 people that I loathed too much.I known that's going off topic, but at the same time I'm thinking if they had something to do with this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I refused to say the identity of that person uploaded the video her in my youtube, because like I said I don't want this to be a big issue and there could be a consequences (not for me that's for sure) to you and also to my friend (the one whose upload the video)and of course kadamay pa ung 2 people(psych grad. &amp; bs mis grad.) that associated w/you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Currently, I'm working for the company that we put value honesty because that's our bread and butter. My company belief in anything start w/ a foundation of truth. Nobody believes anything they know to be false. From this truth, we create big brand idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You don't need to be part of Ignatian Christian Community whether you're from Jescom,JMM, or any organizations affiliated w/the Loyola Schools to practice honesty.And it is also not nice to accused someone of stealing of a video shot which the mere fact it was only a forwarded mms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maan, I'm not a neophyte in the internet world and I do understand "plagiarism". I know that you felt that someone plagiarized your video. Or at least , someone posted it to youtube w/out attributing the video to you. But like I said in my previous message to you. Plagiarism is out here, because that video was not steal. If the first messaged you sent to me was " maayos" lang or probably you could ask where did I get the video? Am pretty sure that I already revealed the identity of that person (that also active member of a choir under by JMM/ADMU), kaso you made a banat hindi kagandahan that's why I won't say anything about her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Of course you're free to do whatever you like , the important things is that you have no right to demand that I agree with your pleasures about that video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One thing am not sure if you're the real owner of the video were discussing here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But don't worry I will edit the description of that video that's all I could do but not to removed,because if I delete it means that you're right and I'm wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway God Bless !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RrGVAeqU94I/AAAAAAAAAew/oV63cYTZ-ik/s1600-h/customHR.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RrGVAeqU94I/AAAAAAAAAew/oV63cYTZ-ik/s400/customHR.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094016488995878786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like you tube, not just because  it is affiliated with  Google company, I enjoyed it a lot because anyone with a video camera ( and  that includes many cell phones) can take videos and post them online for anyone to view. Videos of the family, friends and interesting happenings. I didn't expect to get a malicious / direct messaged to someone belonged to a high-profile group of JMM Talents.  I'm so embarrassed for the way she behaved and so sorry for her because Fr. Ben, Fr. Nemy and some people from our school know what she has done to me. And even  them couldn't believe it.  She has all the  "guts " to  messaged and blackmailed me during office hours, of course  they would take  actions  on this am pretty sure about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our country so easy to trades gossip like gold bars, the bad thing she has done, revealed at the wrong time that may cause serious damage on her part ( professionally)  better believe me on that. With the advent of the  Internet it become easier to cause digital scandal and she has  done that to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I will never do anything to dishonor myself; in internet  &amp;  in real world.  Everything is  temporarily save for the name.  Reputation proceeds and precede people. So when this  petty issue ( that can also turned big if I'm not going to informed people from our school)  surface in lieu of my being friends with some people from our school and w/ the alumni of Days with the Lord (DWTL) , I keep mum about it especially when there's no lesson to be learned by others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see the sense in making mountains out of the hills - which is what usually happens when people involved on something stupid like this. I can't please everybody, let alone go around convincing them of the kind person you are. It's just a waste of energy. Yes, I've learned to choose my battles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="standardText smallText"&gt;&lt;span id="RemainvidDescqHLFyblqyAA" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="standardText smallText"&gt;&lt;span id="RemainvidDesc1HNiawTgBxo" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-4666926982335511630?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://simpsonizeme.com/' title='You&apos;ll laugh and don&apos;t like to  be them'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/4666926982335511630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=4666926982335511630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/4666926982335511630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/4666926982335511630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/07/youll-laugh-and-dont-like-to-be-them.html' title='You&apos;ll laugh and don&apos;t like to  be them'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RrGEL-qU9yI/AAAAAAAAAeA/2667fC68r6A/s72-c/designall.dll_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-1436869642156423398</id><published>2007-07-26T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T14:31:17.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/Media/Games/Quizzes_Puzzles/Personality_Quizzes/The_Ultimate_Harry_Potter_Personality_Quiz/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/content/060707/resultcard_a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Find out your Harry Potter personality at LiquidGeneration!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-1436869642156423398?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/1436869642156423398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=1436869642156423398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/1436869642156423398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/1436869642156423398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/07/harry-potter.html' title='Harry Potter'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-3692985227733254977</id><published>2007-07-24T13:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T13:45:41.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm finally done with harry potter 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RqWL2eqU9vI/AAAAAAAAAdo/CYh378Q7_Ro/s1600-h/harry+potter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RqWL2eqU9vI/AAAAAAAAAdo/CYh378Q7_Ro/s400/harry+potter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090628721872008946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I won't be making a book review. I prefer to discuss my thoughts and opinions in person with fellow Harry Potter fans. I just strongly suggest that if you have read about Harry Potter's life from books 1 to 6, read this book for closure at least. Make sure to read the 6th book before you read the 7th one. We've grown up and matured with J.K. Rowling's characters. She made the kids believe in magic and the kids-at-heart believe that there is &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; magic in this world. I cried when I was reading it and I cried even after reading it. It was sad because I can't believe the series already ended. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-3692985227733254977?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/3692985227733254977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=3692985227733254977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/3692985227733254977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/3692985227733254977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-finally-done-with-harry-potter-7.html' title='I&apos;m finally done with harry potter 7'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RqWL2eqU9vI/AAAAAAAAAdo/CYh378Q7_Ro/s72-c/harry+potter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-4501834210253398834</id><published>2007-07-21T12:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T15:44:59.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry potter Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RqGKLuqU9uI/AAAAAAAAAdg/y49xciDBMzQ/s1600-h/avatar473_7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RqGKLuqU9uI/AAAAAAAAAdg/y49xciDBMzQ/s400/avatar473_7.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089500988014130914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I woke up one morning and looked at the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I smiled and said to myself, "it's harrypotter time!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I jumped of my bed and went to my room, and got a broom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I swept the whole morning' and arranged my harry potter old books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;After cleaning, I went to sofa, played w/ my xbox and wait to my sister,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh yes! Harry potter book 7 is coming to our house! I am going to look forward to this  day. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RqWtfOqU9wI/AAAAAAAAAdw/SizT1jFHdJU/s1600-h/hpotter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RqWtfOqU9wI/AAAAAAAAAdw/SizT1jFHdJU/s400/hpotter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090665705835394818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;July's nearly ended. Time flies fast especially when you're having fun. It has been a wonderful geeky month for me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-4501834210253398834?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/4501834210253398834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=4501834210253398834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/4501834210253398834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/4501834210253398834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/07/harry-potter-time.html' title='Harry potter Time'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RqGKLuqU9uI/AAAAAAAAAdg/y49xciDBMzQ/s72-c/avatar473_7.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-5874079469408335749</id><published>2007-07-20T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T14:21:12.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Old are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RqC6Ix99KpI/AAAAAAAAAdY/5kIjRPY7BiI/s1600-h/plants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RqC6Ix99KpI/AAAAAAAAAdY/5kIjRPY7BiI/s400/plants.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089272238943578770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age is the quality of mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;If you have left your dreams behind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;If hope is cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;If you no longer look ahead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;If your ambition fires are dead~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Then you are old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if in life you keep the jest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;If love you hold;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;No matter how years go by'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;No matter how the birthdays fly~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;You are not old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-5874079469408335749?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/5874079469408335749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=5874079469408335749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/5874079469408335749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/5874079469408335749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-old-are-you.html' title='How Old are you?'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RqC6Ix99KpI/AAAAAAAAAdY/5kIjRPY7BiI/s72-c/plants.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-2672349727402852940</id><published>2007-07-17T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T15:06:56.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taralets taratarataralets...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-size:11;color:black;"  &gt;These are the surveys that i use to play everytime i'm  bored and feel homesick........hehehe,,,,at least feel at home ako sa mga suvrveys na 'to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:11;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="verdana"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="100"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizfarm.com//images/1116634784Beast.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Beast&lt;/b&gt;, Beast is an intelligent, politcal spokesman for the X-Men.  He has a Ph.D in Genetics and is well versed in literature.  He may look like a blue fuzzy monster, but deep down he's very benevolent and logical.  Powers: Enhanced strength and agility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Beast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="90"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Jean Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="80"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;40%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Cyclops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="75"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;60%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; 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   &lt;p style="margin: 8.4pt 0in 2.4pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CX3aoxJeieY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CX3aoxJeieY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 8.4pt 0in 2.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 8.4pt 0in 2.4pt;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;color:black;"   &gt;Ever since I started singing with my smdp, music chorale,&amp; w/ other groups Open Palm songs were always part of it. :) I just had to comment here! Wowwww - Open  Palm - Holy Jesuits! ;) I love their songs, especially Hindi Kita Malilimutan!!! Buti kamo Atenista pala sila &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"  &gt;girlalulalulalu &lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;, and they got a lot of holy friends! Galing!!! Well, I'm really sure that the Chinese Priest, Fr. Ben, Roma or some blockmates will give me a copy of CD Hindi Kita Malilimutan ,just liked the God of Silence CD!:): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;color:black;"   &gt;I too feel weary of discussing their choir with my current school. I know I promised myself I'll try to be more substantial; however the urgency to be light and bubbly and jologs again has escalated that I need to share it kahit dito lang. (Ok, that probably came out condescendingly funny but whatebs!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;color:black;"   &gt;Sometimes, things need to be jologs.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt; But I'm happy; happy that I could sing again "Hindi Kita Malilimutan", next week at Diliman Campus.  I must admit na hindi ko masyado gusto 'yung kanta iyon, dahil mga 7 beses lang naman pinakanta ito sa amin ( in my high school-based choir) , na putol-putol pa dahil sa kakaiyak sa patay/libing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;color:black;"   &gt;Makatarungan ba 'yon?! na ipakanta sa libing yun ,bata pa talaga ako 'nun. Eh dati walang  ako kamalay-malay sa history kung paano nabuo kanta iyon.Tapos mag-expect ng malalim at makabuluhang pagkanta nun sa libing! Makatarungan ba naman pinakanta yun sa high school students! I never did get to sing it again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"  &gt;So that's why am very glad for the first time, next week we're going to sing it again on a nice occasions.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;color:black;"   &gt;I was deeply touched by the history of the song (kaya nga may bukas palad group now). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"  &gt;Bukas Palad songs serve an ideal and set a good example among many &lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;as there are lots of angelic voices singing your prayers to God!&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;Maybe&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; right now I feel like am in limbo, but think of it as more of an astrological waiting room rather than a grey area. I'm actually preparing to do something rather daring or out-of-character. Perhaps planning to end an old friendship or relationship that's too limiting, or ready to renew an alliance that has some life in it yet. The stars encourage (and reward) bravery, so get ready, get set ... and go! All i could say for sure " Hindi ko talaga Malilimutan" iyon.  Embrace change today -- new opportunities will create exciting travel opportunities.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-4701930190767167964?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/4701930190767167964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=4701930190767167964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/4701930190767167964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/4701930190767167964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-love-hindi-kita-malilimutan-song.html' title='I love  Hindi Kita Malilimutan song!'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-6266522949598823409</id><published>2007-07-13T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T12:39:01.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RpcVwR99KnI/AAAAAAAAAdI/uYF3jI9a25M/s1600-h/s.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086558223339432562" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RpcVwR99KnI/AAAAAAAAAdI/uYF3jI9a25M/s400/s.gif" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Actually this is &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; recent (I got it before, ages ago) but I just received it again, and it's still good advice.  =)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RpcVKh99KmI/AAAAAAAAAdA/YdjxtW235aI/s1600-h/customHR.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086557574799370850" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RpcVKh99KmI/AAAAAAAAAdA/YdjxtW235aI/s400/customHR.gif" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Words of wisdom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Love him or hate him, he sure hits the nail on the head with this!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;To anyone with kids of any age, here's some advice. Bill Gates recently gave a speech at a high school about 11 things they did not and will not learn in school. He talks about how feel-good,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;politically correct teachings created a generation of kids with no concept of reality and how this concept set them up for failure in the real world.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Rule 1: Life is not fair - get used to it!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Rule 2: The world won't care about your self-esteem. The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Rule 3: You will NOT make $60,000 a year right out of high school. You won't be a vice-president with a car phone until you earn both.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Rule 4: If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Rule 5: Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your Grandparents had a different word for burger flipping: they called it opportunity.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Rule 6: If you mess up, it's not your parents' fault, so don't whine about your mistakes, learn from them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Rule 7: Before you were born, your parents weren't as boring as they are now. They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and listening to you talk about how cool you thought you were. So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent's generation, try&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;delousing the closet in your own room.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Rule 8: Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life HAS NOT. In some schools, they have abolished failing grades and they'll give you as MANY TIMES as you want to get the right answer. This doesn't bear the slightest resemblance to ANYTHING in real life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Rule 9: Life is not divided into semesters. You don't get summers off and very few employers are interested in helping you FIND YOURSELF. Do that on your own time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Rule 10: Television is NOT real life. In real life people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Rule 11: Be nice to nerds. Chances are you'll end up working for one.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;If you agree, pass it on.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 100%;"&gt;And if you can read this, thank a teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-6266522949598823409?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/6266522949598823409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=6266522949598823409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/6266522949598823409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/6266522949598823409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-want-to-share-this-with-you.html' title='vo'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RpcVwR99KnI/AAAAAAAAAdI/uYF3jI9a25M/s72-c/s.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-7498961458353143185</id><published>2007-07-11T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T19:04:31.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I did last January</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wg29n5us62o"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wg29n5us62o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Last January, my cousin and I took up scuba diving. Our first lesson was in a deep swimming pool. We had to go under water practice breathing w/the help of oxygen tanks. At first, it was very hard learning to scuba-dive; but later on, I got used to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When it was time for us to go scuba-diving in the sea, I was very nervous because there might be sharks and I wouldn't know what to do. But when I went under the sea, my fear disappeared. I started to like it because of all the beautiful corals and fishes I saw there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When it was time to leave, I brought some corals home with me to give my family. Scuba-diving was  a wonderful experience, and I would probably do it again next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-7498961458353143185?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/7498961458353143185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=7498961458353143185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/7498961458353143185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/7498961458353143185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-i-did-last-january.html' title='What I did last January'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-2695344999002028772</id><published>2007-07-11T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T17:24:55.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAYO-TAYO RIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RpRxYsc4hUI/AAAAAAAAAc4/luT1BlofjJs/s1600-h/school2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085814548271236418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RpRxYsc4hUI/AAAAAAAAAc4/luT1BlofjJs/s320/school2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just so fell in love with this song, especially today.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAYO-TAYO RIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composed by: &lt;a href="http://amillionflames.multiply.com/"&gt;Rico B.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Performed By: Various Artists (Rico Blanco, Lea Salonga, Freddie Aguilar, Sharon Cuneta, Gary V, etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 8.4pt 0in 2.4pt;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RpRxEMc4hTI/AAAAAAAAAcw/6gKQyXtSvYI/s1600-h/2007020601002663_sh.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085814196083918130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RpRxEMc4hTI/AAAAAAAAAcw/6gKQyXtSvYI/s400/2007020601002663_sh.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SINO PANG MAGDADAMAYAN KUNDI TAYO-TAYO RIN&lt;br /&gt;KUNG MAY PAGKAKATAONG TUMULONG&lt;br /&gt;HUWAG PALAMPASIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIMULAN NA ANG MAGTANIM&lt;br /&gt;NG MABUTING GAWAIN&lt;br /&gt;DAHIL SINO PANG AANI&lt;br /&gt;KUNDI TAYO-TAYO RIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUNG DUMARAING KA&lt;br /&gt;MASDAN MO ANG MUSMOS&lt;br /&gt;GUSTO SANANG MAG-ARAL&lt;br /&gt;NGUNIT NANLILIMOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUNG NAGIGIPIT KA&lt;br /&gt;MASDAN MO ANG DALAGA&lt;br /&gt;DIMAABOT ANG PANGARAP&lt;br /&gt;DAHIL BABAE SIYA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;BAWAT TAYO'Y MAY PROBLEMA&lt;br /&gt;NGUNIT BAWAT TAO'Y MAY LAKAS&lt;br /&gt;MAGSIKAP KA, MAGSAMA-SAMA&lt;br /&gt;LAHAT NG IYA'Y MAY LUNAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUNG NALULUNGKOT KA&lt;br /&gt;MASDAN ANG ISANG INA&lt;br /&gt;DI MABIGYANG BUHAY&lt;br /&gt;ANG SANGGOL NYANG DALA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUNG NANGUNGULILA&lt;br /&gt;MASDAN ANG MAY SAKIT&lt;br /&gt;HANGAD NYA AY UNAWA&lt;br /&gt;NGUNIT WALANG LUMALAPIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE:&lt;br /&gt;HALIKA, KUMILOS NA&lt;br /&gt;SABAY TAYO&lt;br /&gt;TARA MAY ORAS PA&lt;br /&gt;TULUNGAN TAYO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 8.4pt 0in 2.4pt;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 8.4pt 0in 2.4pt" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RpRwrsc4hSI/AAAAAAAAAco/iw6ks-8Y228/s1600-h/customHR.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085813775177123106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RpRwrsc4hSI/AAAAAAAAAco/iw6ks-8Y228/s400/customHR.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 8.4pt 0in 2.4pt" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 8.4pt 0in 2.4pt" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 8.4pt 0in 2.4pt; FONT-FAMILY: verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This song is a showcase of personalities and celebrities gave their time to assist/help &lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;United Nations Millenium Development Goals (MDGs) to initiate good works for the less fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-2695344999002028772?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://amillionflames.multiply.com/' title='TAYO-TAYO RIN'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/2695344999002028772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=2695344999002028772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/2695344999002028772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/2695344999002028772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/07/tayo-tayo-rin.html' title='TAYO-TAYO RIN'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RpRxYsc4hUI/AAAAAAAAAc4/luT1BlofjJs/s72-c/school2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-7101398371776651805</id><published>2007-07-10T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T20:40:33.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The new Simpsons Movie trailer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q-O7Nteshv4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q-O7Nteshv4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; hahahaha!! parang sira ulo na ko nung pinapanood ko eto, ewan ko bakit pero bentang benta talaga sa akin hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-7101398371776651805?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/7101398371776651805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=7101398371776651805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/7101398371776651805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/7101398371776651805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-simpsons-movie-trailer.html' title='The new Simpsons Movie trailer!'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-8609471143640217451</id><published>2007-07-09T21:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T17:00:03.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>contemplation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RpMZq8c4hRI/AAAAAAAAAcg/g0V4AM-DC0c/s1600-h/unworked+feet+hahahhaha.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RpMZq8c4hRI/AAAAAAAAAcg/g0V4AM-DC0c/s320/unworked+feet+hahahhaha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085436629803894034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I guess I haven't blogged in a bit. The thing is, I'm busy , it's just that I need to sleep earlier since I go to the work during mornings. Just got home from dinner at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.ilustradorestaurant.com/"&gt;Illustrado.&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-8609471143640217451?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/8609471143640217451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=8609471143640217451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/8609471143640217451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/8609471143640217451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post_09.html' title='contemplation'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RpMZq8c4hRI/AAAAAAAAAcg/g0V4AM-DC0c/s72-c/unworked+feet+hahahhaha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-6133475798040760438</id><published>2007-07-04T20:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T16:39:55.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...let's see if i could get some much needed shut eye tonight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RpIFP8c4hQI/AAAAAAAAAcY/ZIU3zwTUlcA/s1600-h/all+prepped+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RpIFP8c4hQI/AAAAAAAAAcY/ZIU3zwTUlcA/s320/all+prepped+up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085132700738159874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;According to the dictionary omen is a thing or happening supposed to foretell a future event, either good or evil; augury portent indication.For the past few weeks I've been sensing something is about to happen especially with the development of so many events or maybe it's just my perception and reaction to things that are changing. Anyway basta. Parang may nagbabadyang, nagpapaliwanag, nagpapahiwatig (Ano kaya?) Ummm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-6133475798040760438?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/6133475798040760438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=6133475798040760438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/6133475798040760438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/6133475798040760438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='Hmmm...let&apos;s see if i could get some much needed shut eye tonight!'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RpIFP8c4hQI/AAAAAAAAAcY/ZIU3zwTUlcA/s72-c/all+prepped+up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-3241320071992456142</id><published>2007-06-15T15:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T15:46:36.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My country -in dependence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RpIE3Mc4hPI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/vqQcBiphYsI/s1600-h/lixz1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RpIE3Mc4hPI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/vqQcBiphYsI/s320/lixz1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085132275536397554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;How ironic is it that two words that make up "independence" mean precisely the opposite? What stand between "independence" and "in dependence" is just a little space that brings a world apart in meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My country has been officially independent for... oh, how many years now? Are we counting from world war 2 or insisting the year Aguinaldo raised the flag over a hundred year ago? Does it matter? For the average Filipino, does independence really mean anything apart from day off school or work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think about it, my country, far from standing strong on her own, is rather deeply "in dependence" of a multitude of things-the goodwill of nature not to send us any more natural disasters, the billion of dollars sent by overseas workers whom we cannot convince to stay in the country, a government that seems to exist only for the purpose of stealing from the people who depend most on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which beg the question: Can't we count on ourselves for anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an independent nation, we are free to make of our lives what we want. We are free to build the kind of country we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we would still be heading nowhere if we don't first find out what truly went wrong in the last 109 years, and accept and address these costly mistakes. We need to work harder to unfetter ourselves from the chains that keep us from being truly free. Only then can we start charting a new course toward a truly independent  Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-3241320071992456142?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/3241320071992456142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=3241320071992456142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/3241320071992456142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/3241320071992456142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post_15.html' title='My country -in dependence'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RpIE3Mc4hPI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/vqQcBiphYsI/s72-c/lixz1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-7265827879477923739</id><published>2007-05-11T06:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T13:29:27.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinoy Big Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RpH8Lcc4hNI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ry2zl4QAaiw/s1600-h/lizzz2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RpH8Lcc4hNI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ry2zl4QAaiw/s320/lizzz2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085122727824098514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PBB proved that puppy and kitty-cute face has the right to stay within public interest. Otherwise, they will but naturally fall out of the game of survival of the fittest - attesting to corollary law of instant fame: disposable stardom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also where the irony lies. The thousands who dream of worming their way into media's spotlight are seemingly blinded by the promise and not the consequence. Yes, the spotlight may find its way into existence of the chosen few, but how long will last? How many of them proudly pour their hearts out about stories of dysfunctional lives and poverty, perform for the voyeuristic masses to win sympathy and hopefully admiration as investment to achieve stardom? And how many of them eventually find out that they are back to where they started when all the hoopla is over? Having tasted the intoxicating sound of applause, the return to the real world possesses all the subtleties of a plane crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://forums.abs-cbn.com/"&gt;PBB&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;shows were meant to be social experiments feeding on the insatiable curiosity of the ordinary about the equally ordinary. But out here, they have turned into nothing more but searches for the newest faces to crowd the television screen. And there is  an entirely different reality behind that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-7265827879477923739?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pinoy_Big_Brother_%28season_2%29' title='Pinoy Big Brother'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/7265827879477923739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=7265827879477923739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/7265827879477923739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/7265827879477923739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post_11.html' title='Pinoy Big Brother'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RpH8Lcc4hNI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ry2zl4QAaiw/s72-c/lizzz2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-4013401624943564259</id><published>2007-05-07T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T20:51:21.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ridiculous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066283352783240178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="235" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rk8N3fYeu_I/AAAAAAAAAbo/kUEzgW_4Qbc/s320/34131526157235l.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i beam with pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, I'll just put it out there. Why is it so easy for people to just turn around and stab you in the back for no apparent reason?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, enough of this repressed negativity. I can rant all I want; trust me, I'm good at that. But right now, I'm just going to do the Zen-Shima thing and not give a shit for a change. Sometimes I just stress over stuff that I shouldn't even be wasting my time on. Maybe it's just because I fucking think too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;Do people think of you as someone who’s highly fickle? Someone who has two sides in her personality and whose interests are both the extremes of contradicting things? I think I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;I was lying in bed earlier and realized that my personality has two sides of everything. I love the outdoors and going out. I love hanging out with friends and going out singing, but, at the same time, I’m a homebody. I love staying home, lazing and bumming around. I’m also perceived as someone loud, bubbly and hyper. That’s highly true, but I’m also quite shy. I can sit among a group of people and remain quiet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;I’m also someone who’s very playful. Someone who loves to laugh and act silly. Someone who chooses not to worry too much about the future and take things by the day. But, a lot of times I’m also the serious type. Someone who thinks too much. Someone who’s as much of a worrywart even if she claims that she is not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;Contradicting, don’t you reckon? I guess that brings out the Virgo in me. I’m indeed someone who’s fickle and has two personalities. Sometimes it’s hard coping with such personality. I end up battling with myself deciding what I really want. But then again, it can be good because at least it balances things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-4013401624943564259?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/4013401624943564259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=4013401624943564259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/4013401624943564259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/4013401624943564259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='ridiculous'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rk8N3fYeu_I/AAAAAAAAAbo/kUEzgW_4Qbc/s72-c/34131526157235l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-7615608176771952537</id><published>2007-05-03T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T16:12:46.066+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey again'/><title type='text'>katuwaan survey?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background: white; color: black; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;Which Heroes character are you?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Peter Petrelli&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 81%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;You are Peter Petrelli. &lt;br /&gt;You have the awesome ability to use other people's powers. Most people wouldn't pay any particular attention to you, but you have always known that you were meant for things greater than what you currently have. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Matt Parkman&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 81%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Issac Mendez&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 76%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Claire Bennet&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 62%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Hiro Nakamura&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 55%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Sylar&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 24%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Nathan Petrelli&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 15%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Niki Sanders&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 12%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding: 8px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/which_heroes_character_are_you_2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which Heroes character are you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quiz Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background: white; color: black; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What type of person do you attract?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;You attract geeks!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 57%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;Your stunning intellect and love of sci-fi and video games allures the geeks like nothing else.  Maybe it is the sparkle in your eye that makes them want to text you, who knows.  Geeks make good partners, but tend to be arguementative.  If you are a TRUE geek magnet, you will know if that was spelled correctly, and actually care.  If it is a bad-boy/bad-girl you are seeking, you are barking up the wrong tree, unless they are just 'bad' behind a PS2 console.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;You attract Yuppies!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 44%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;You attract artsy people!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 32%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;You attract unstable people!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 20%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;You attract rednecks!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 19%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;You attract models!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 17%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding: 8px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_type_of_person_do_you_attract"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What type of person do you attract?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quizzes for MySpace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-7615608176771952537?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/7615608176771952537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=7615608176771952537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/7615608176771952537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/7615608176771952537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/05/which-heroes-character-are-you-your.html' title='katuwaan survey?'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-7500861505859290783</id><published>2007-04-28T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T14:25:24.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So what it is that allows us to stay on the road to success? What exactly is it makes it worthwhile?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RjhpySVk2BI/AAAAAAAAAbg/3CcgwqBQlCU/s1600-h/34130845424478l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RjhpySVk2BI/AAAAAAAAAbg/3CcgwqBQlCU/s320/34130845424478l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059910493987461138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  I lavh it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RjNQJSVk2AI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Mt7xHHHZk8Q/s1600-h/favorite+pasyal-pasyal+galaannnnn.......jpg"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"  &gt;Success for me is a definition terms of quantified long and short-term goals. Understanding the true definition of success also sheds some light on the widely held misconception that successful individuals are greedy; that they always want more even in the midst of abundance. Critics do not understand why successful individuals move from one project to another, strive to become more educated, or take the risks that they do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RjNQJSVk2AI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Mt7xHHHZk8Q/s1600-h/favorite+pasyal-pasyal+galaannnnn.......jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RjNQJSVk2AI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Mt7xHHHZk8Q/s320/favorite+pasyal-pasyal+galaannnnn.......jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058474926938576898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"  &gt;To be successful is to remain in motion in order to use all the potential you came on this earth with. True success will result in material possessions but they do not define the term. Those possessions are wonderful by-products of well-executed plans and processes. They are not driving forces behind the actions of a successful individual. For this reason, a man with a hefty account will still wake up in the early morning to go to work; to stretch his mind beyond known territories; to continue on his successful path. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"  &gt;To begin the journey you must first start with a desire to succeed; a flaming, burning to gather all ammunition, exhaust all resources, and test the limits of all possibilities. &lt;o:p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When you have the desire to succeed, you do not give away, you don't give in. Your desires makes you stand your ground and detractors sooner or later realize they cannot stop you because you always turn your stumbling blocks into stepping stones. Your desire to helps you build up the potential to create success. To desire strongly is to want with a powerful and insatiable hunger that accepts no defeat, no compromise, and no substitution other than complete satisfaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The bible describes faith as the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen (Hebrews 11:1) before you make the first step toward success you must first believe. You must believe in your dream - that it can actually be achieved. Once you do believe, your mind goes into high gear to bring into existence you have conceptualized. It creates pathways and connections of possibility until the ultimate answer is found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your belief create a is stepping-stone that leads directly to faith, in turn, is a prerequisite to power. Once you have faith your possibilities become endless. You begin to operate without limitations because your thoughts know no limits.When you have faith, no matter how difficult the situation, your mind is well equipped to handle it. The real power of faith and your thoughts rests in your ability to bring into physical concrete form, what you have been only able to conceptualize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Do not underestimate the value of desire, faith, and persistence as supporting factors  of actions . A burning desire gives you faith to persist and persistence always lead to success. When you are successful ,you become a powerhouse of possibility, you create your own opportunities , and life becomes a wonderful experience of challenge encountered and conquered.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-7500861505859290783?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/7500861505859290783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=7500861505859290783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/7500861505859290783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/7500861505859290783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='So what it is that allows us to stay on the road to success? What exactly is it makes it worthwhile?'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RjhpySVk2BI/AAAAAAAAAbg/3CcgwqBQlCU/s72-c/34130845424478l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-2758943904696667855</id><published>2007-04-27T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T18:49:04.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Moments w/  mr . escaler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RjHMBSVk1_I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/yxvVb6C6Mgw/s1600-h/with+mr+.+escaler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RjHMBSVk1_I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/yxvVb6C6Mgw/s320/with+mr+.+escaler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058048178988046322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:12;"  &gt;Photography is not just the mere flicker of a camera. it is the subconscious expression of oneself, an attempt to capture a moment where time is immeasurable and incapable of recurring. the very second a shutter embarks on its path to pave the way for another moment yet to be captured, history is created. a photograph is definitely not a semblance of desperation to grasp the picturesque. a photograph is the embodiment of beauty, whether vivid or indecipherable, dark or luminescent, pretty or ugly. it is not just evidence or proof, it is an experience, a message, a memory. it is the exact image where nostalgia bears its reminiscence. it is the sheer fragile piece of art that can capture not just expression, but emotion. it is a certain thing that can hopefully remind you that life is too short and that is why we should live it to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-2758943904696667855?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/2758943904696667855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=2758943904696667855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/2758943904696667855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/2758943904696667855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/04/with-mr.html' title='Perfect Moments w/  mr . escaler'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RjHMBSVk1_I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/yxvVb6C6Mgw/s72-c/with+mr+.+escaler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-522213225696604563</id><published>2007-04-27T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T14:56:01.199+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey again'/><title type='text'>32 kwistyons daw sabi ni ate Tria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RjHLkSVk1-I/AAAAAAAAAbI/uB2f_fYyeYw/s1600-h/my+tiny+apprentice.jpg"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RjHLkSVk1-I/AAAAAAAAAbI/uB2f_fYyeYw/s1600-h/my+tiny+apprentice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RjHLkSVk1-I/AAAAAAAAAbI/uB2f_fYyeYw/s320/my+tiny+apprentice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058047680771839970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                                 my tiny  apprentice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1.) Mabilis ka ba magka-CRUSH sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;isang tao?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning 24, and crush is a word that would not longer apply to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) San ka nakatira?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sa bahay namin. Dito sa Makati and Cavite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) What is the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;I look at my surrounding and thank God I'm awake again then I turn on TV and watch cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4.) Are you a morning or night person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night, but I'm working on being a morning one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5.) Specific morning rituals? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have a book I'd read a chapter or I'd stare at my mac and googling something, I need whether for work or school, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6.) How long it takes you to get dressed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour. That includes taking a bath already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;7.) What are the things you bring with you when you travel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring a pen &amp; rosary always. I take my videocam so when I get home. I have pictures for friends and family to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.)How to brighten up your day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine, in no particular order, and off the top of my head&lt;br /&gt;- a smile! a smile can definitely make my or any one else's day&lt;br /&gt;_ Make me laugh. Tell me jokes or something funny&lt;br /&gt;_ Suprise me with a sweet text/mms/e-mail message&lt;br /&gt;_ Join me in a game of my favorite sports ~ badminton, programming,scrabble,or running&lt;br /&gt;_ have a good conversation with me&lt;br /&gt;_go out of your way to do something extra nice for me. Be close to my parents, siblings, and cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9.) Ano ba TALENT mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maybe people recognizing me right away. It could be a good or a bad thing. I've had my butt squeezed...once, I was walking and the next thing I knew was brushing against mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/rro/Desktop/my%20tiny%20apprentice.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10.)What is an ideal boyfriend/ girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;To me it is a person who can be a friend to his/her partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;11.) Do you believe in charms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do. I have one! I can't say what it is, but I bring it along everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;12.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What's the craziest thing you've done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never intimidated by dares. If I do something crazy today,I'm going to top it tomorrow. So far the zaniest thing I did was to chit-chat with my stalker in flesh last year. That was the first time we'd talked  too long, despite all the hassled that he caused me through my online activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;13.) &lt;/span&gt;Would you want to try being someone else for a day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you ask whether they want to be me? 'Yon ang hirit! That's  the difference between being mahangin and mayabang. Mahangin is when you don't have it, and you still brag about it. Mayabang is when you have it, and you still brag about it. I'm mahangin, but only to make people laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;14.)JLO one of your favorite artisits. Can you dance like her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me ruin your night! I can't dance, but I've been singing ever since. No one  in my family can dance. I'm being honest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;15.)What web site do you visit the&lt;br /&gt;most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marami........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.) HATE mo na tao?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than "yes" or "no", the usual answer to the question is "secret", this connotes a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;17.) May KINAIINISAN ka ba ngaun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm practically stress free- good things have been developing nicely on the personal and working life ~ was able to to talk to a person who emphatizes with my situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.) People describe me as...&lt;br /&gt;a goofball at times , but in reality, I can be pretty serious when the situation calls for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.) My weakness ...&lt;br /&gt;for good chocolate, cake, leche plan, pizza pie, buko pie.Obsessive - compulsive disorder (OCD ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;20.) What's your lifelong dream? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My big dream was to become a curator. Living in a middle class neighborhood, educated in a middle class school. I was also typical middle child, reserve , diplomatic and well calculating. All in all, it was a fairly regular, secure life. But I was painfully curious about a lot of things. There was always the itch to accomplish something to decide and improve every now and then. That's when I got hooked on advertising/ communications industry, the very idea of being creative all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: verdana;"&gt;21.) Any memorable or funny experiences back in college?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the finals in taxation, came in late, and finished first. My professor called me and said, " Do you know that you're the highest in the exam?" I never went through a single review and was even at a birthday party the night before. My blockmates couldn't believe it! But fortunately, the Lord was there... Lead me, Lord. Lead me by the hand and make me face the rising sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: verdana;"&gt;22.)  What's your parent's greatest  advice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish your studies, and don't forget the people around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: verdana;"&gt;23.) Do you know how to cook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do! My family loves my tilapia shrimp sauteed in ginger and garlic with sweet corn and lemon butter sauce. They always ask me to cook it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: verdana;"&gt;24.) Describe your typical day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up, work, eat, work some more, eat agin, work again, go home, relax, reflect. sleep...work can be a mental or physical, or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: verdana;"&gt;25.)Where do you hang out?&lt;br /&gt;at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: verdana;"&gt;26.) So what do you do during your downtime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like spending time with family and loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: verdana;"&gt;27.)Any scary stalker stories? Or indecent proposals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know to handled lunatic people in fact am very good in detecting them. The proposals I get are always decent, and at times, quite impressive. Somehow losers aren't attracted to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: verdana;"&gt;28.)Where do you see yourself  five years from now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully in a better position to help our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.) do you approve SERIOUS&lt;br /&gt;RELATIONSHIP? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Opo naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: verdana;"&gt;30.) Paano ka mag-MAHAL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use my heart, but I'm guided by my mind so I can be sure that I do what I really want and always by the values I was  taught and raised with. Your heart can sometimes be deceived by your emotions, while the mind, being always right, won't always lead to  happiness. The best is to find a pefect balance between the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: verdana;"&gt;31.) Don't you get suffocated seeing someone everyday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do get sick of that person, some thing's wrong. I guess there was something missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.) When it comes to relationships, do you prefer being loved more or loving more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good question... I guess I'm the type who loves more. If I really love that person, i'd be willing to start on a clean slate if he hurt me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-522213225696604563?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=3645831' title='32 kwistyons daw sabi ni ate Tria'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/522213225696604563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=522213225696604563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/522213225696604563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/522213225696604563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-tiny-apprentice.html' title='32 kwistyons daw sabi ni ate Tria'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RjHLkSVk1-I/AAAAAAAAAbI/uB2f_fYyeYw/s72-c/my+tiny+apprentice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-7621465211809905860</id><published>2007-04-26T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:51:25.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I've been delinquent in updating my blog.. hehe... Well, I've been busy with my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RjBnkiVk19I/AAAAAAAAAbA/clg6bz9kO50/s1600-h/aq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RjBnkiVk19I/AAAAAAAAAbA/clg6bz9kO50/s400/aq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057656258927318994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's been so long since I had the time to write in my blog... Been busy with work &amp; school... Nothing much is happening... Happy that's what I'm feeling right now. I feel happy and sad at the same time... Recently, I've been travelling a lot. How much I've changed. How I've become who i am now. Learned to forgive and let go. Found someone to love and be loved for the last time. Keeping in touch with friends. A lot has happened but I am glad that things change for the better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-7621465211809905860?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/7621465211809905860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=7621465211809905860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/7621465211809905860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/7621465211809905860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-know-ive-been-delinquent-in-updating.html' title='I know I&apos;ve been delinquent in updating my blog.. hehe... Well, I&apos;ve been busy with my life.'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RjBnkiVk19I/AAAAAAAAAbA/clg6bz9kO50/s72-c/aq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-5559817816011743091</id><published>2007-04-26T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T13:09:58.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I still haven't forgotten about blogging, hehe! :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RjAkVCVk15I/AAAAAAAAAag/bqCPiLa2bek/s1600-h/the+katakawan+gutom+na+talaga+.........jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RjAkVCVk15I/AAAAAAAAAag/bqCPiLa2bek/s320/the+katakawan+gutom+na+talaga+.........jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057582325360285586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;                                                                                Lunch with bea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;Wow... Haven’t blogged in such a long time... Ok. So basically it's summer and like most of the people here on earth, I’ve been doing a lot of stuff to be more productive. Bea, my friend, was on the &lt;span style=""&gt;google and we talked this morning&lt;/span&gt; and our conversation goes like this:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;ME: genius kse yun&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;B: I don't remember having an issue with anyone on LIVEJOURNAL, ate&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;ME: me too&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;B: hehehe. i don't believe that&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;t1moune don't have issues anymore with the educ.girl&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;ME: that's none of our business. But I don't stalk people for more than 5 years then go stalking their friends if they don't get what they want. I knew it from the start,hehehe….you see they need to let go of things as what jemgrace said.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;B: chillin' somewhere else (I’m away from the computer.  I'll get back to you later.) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;Me: hahahaha.  What else do you know about those issues?&lt;br /&gt;B: huh? Well, I was asking for the last details why you can’t give me the last info. ?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;Me: hahahahahaha. oh, I didn't say anything about them,ayaw ko ng gulo.Wala akong ibang hangad kundi peace on earth.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;B: kanta naming yan. I just find it amazing how they did that.&lt;br /&gt;ME: oh no.so nakita MO NA un ? yikes. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;B: anyway, coz we really hAVE common friends...YOU know Sali ka na kse&lt;br /&gt;Me: pero you &amp; Father were able to establish that connection.... so that's weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;don't you think that's weird? Oh, don't pass the ball to me.  I didn't do any enlightening.  You just gave all these info and i asked questions.  i didn't confirm anything. You know that. But thanks!  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;B: you were mentioning people i &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;know. and hindi naman ako busy so i accomodated those incidents and responded to them. fair enough? eh? Kya si Kenneth natatawa lalo na last year ang plastic.Even you mentioned to nblog I liked your hair so how do you manage iT?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;Me: promise civil lang ako.choir workshop un. Nyarks. Hahahahahahaha.sabi nga ni fr.ben who cares? i appreciate that. You know that carlo said to me: hope you can get hold of our other cds as well and watch our concert. I replied said: oh that’s nice but I have your songs at my I pod that’s enough.un etc…..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;B: ATE ganito na lang total the bf of yours connected sa kanila,mag-member kana sa amin anyway gtg,see yah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;Me: luka-luka ayaw ko that’s my decision.kahit na sa inyo ako,magugulo pa rin nila ako,basta magulo open palm yun na.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;B:OKEI Mwah!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-5559817816011743091?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/5559817816011743091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=5559817816011743091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/5559817816011743091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/5559817816011743091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/04/yes-i-still-havent-forgotten-about.html' title='Yes, I still haven&apos;t forgotten about blogging, hehe! :p'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RjAkVCVk15I/AAAAAAAAAag/bqCPiLa2bek/s72-c/the+katakawan+gutom+na+talaga+.........jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-6292330905067121723</id><published>2007-03-09T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T20:23:32.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the past…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RfFQetQVQ6I/AAAAAAAAAaM/_4dC0FNcj_I/s1600-h/anyagnada.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RfFQetQVQ6I/AAAAAAAAAaM/_4dC0FNcj_I/s400/anyagnada.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039897946478691234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It might seem like the natural order of things: The young look forward to the future while those with most of their lives behind them happily into reminiscence. But it becomes a problem when the starts living completely in the past and ignoring the present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So someone who is unhappy with their surroundings might find it easier to retreat in the past. Indeed, there are many reasons why the past is so important to many senior citizens. Elderly people are often marginalized in life as actively as young people. If older people are fully valued and taken seriously, then they go about their lives and the present day much more positively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Memories and old stories are not necessarily bad. Many young people begin to take account of their lives as they get old, and that dredges up a lot of memories. Instead of living silently in the past, older people should seek contact with the younger generation. Psychologist and gerontologist recommend that the middle-aged people should be sure to maintain contacts and keep their spirits up. That can means games, dancing, sports or advanced crossword puzzles. Old people should read a newspaper, watch the news, and make dates and then discuss it all. But the old stories should not be lost under any circumstances. Young people should ask older people to write down their experiences and impressions. After all telling stories from old times is not just an expression of boredom or dissatisfaction. Many interesting memories are nice and above all, interest the great grandchildren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-6292330905067121723?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/6292330905067121723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=6292330905067121723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/6292330905067121723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/6292330905067121723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/03/in-past.html' title='In the past…'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RfFQetQVQ6I/AAAAAAAAAaM/_4dC0FNcj_I/s72-c/anyagnada.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-4221364338458367535</id><published>2007-03-09T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T11:48:09.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I haven't slept 'normally' for days. Thank God for powernapping. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RfDCK9pfpwI/AAAAAAAAAaE/gNsmONw7P3Q/s1600-h/anastacia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039741476630669058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RfDCK9pfpwI/AAAAAAAAAaE/gNsmONw7P3Q/s400/anastacia.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana"&gt;So here I am: sitting on a chair, typing in front of the 24-inch iMac, hoping to get a decent realization as I write. Goodness, has it really been that long since I last blogged here? All apologies; I didn't notice, see. I really had to make a new entry because everytime I would see my "recent entries" ung depressing entry ung nababasa ko. So I’m here hoping that this entry will be much more cheerful than the previous one. :) And it took me a hell week to realize that. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana"&gt;I just watched &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brokeback_Mountain"&gt;Brokeback Mountain&lt;/a&gt; for the Nth time on HBO. For some reason despite it being a really cheesy movie and full of romantic crap that I'd usually be laughing and scoffing at,I keep analyzing this movie. It’s one of the saddest movies I’ve ever seen. And perhaps what makes watching the movie such a heavy experience is the constant holding back from melodrama, a total absence of catharsis. In heath Ledger’s troubled eyes, you can sense all the pain and rage he feels as a captive of his circumstances: the trauma and repression from his childhood, the imprisonment of an inauthentic marriage, and the realistic assessment of a world that shows no mercy upon those who deviate from the accepted norm. And when the final twist in Ernis and Jack’s torturous relationship occurs, what makes the scene so gut-wrenching is in fact its utterly banality. No sweeping soundtrack, no flashback montage of their good times up on the mountain, no rain to mirror the internal state of someone whose meaning of life has been lost forever. Nothing except the anguish of Ledger’s face under a brightly – shining and ultimately prosaic sun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Brokeback&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Mountain&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; embraced homosexuality like never before, enough to bring extended smiles among gays and irritable the gender conservatives. With its tagline, “Love is a force of nature,” this Ang-Lee directed film proved that once you are lucky enough find the love of your life you get to keep it. Of course actually getting to that point is the tricky part but the assumption there is that true love actually does exist. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Brokeback&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Mountain&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; breaks the mold by showing how one can just as easily find love but not hold onto it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana"&gt;I didn’t shed any tears while watching the movie, not because I didn’t want to, (I had made sure that the handkerchief with me was particularly absorbent that day), but because there was nothing to help me get into crying mode. For indeed, the tragedy is definitely present but the film is able to remind us that the tragic, not just can, but often actually exists in the very ordinariness of our lives. And so even if no tears were shed, what the movie left me with is a lingering, painful, and strangely familiar feeling of unease, which I couldn’t quite fully identify. That is until I finally realized, it was heartbreak.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-4221364338458367535?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/4221364338458367535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=4221364338458367535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/4221364338458367535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/4221364338458367535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-havent-slept-normally-for-days-thank.html' title='I haven&apos;t slept &apos;normally&apos; for days. Thank God for powernapping. :)'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RfDCK9pfpwI/AAAAAAAAAaE/gNsmONw7P3Q/s72-c/anastacia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-7837094341752434898</id><published>2007-02-26T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T21:25:12.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/ReKxH_ZsCLI/AAAAAAAAAZU/BB7j38hqwAE/s1600-h/q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/ReKxH_ZsCLI/AAAAAAAAAZU/BB7j38hqwAE/s400/q.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035782084190013618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;To my loved ones, friends&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;and even strangers,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;who have touched my life.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I am gratified&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;that in my sufferings,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;your time and resources, and prayers seem like gifts from above.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;In the end, there will be no tears&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;sad notes, mournful words,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;no remorse for what you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;could have done.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Life is too short&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;for all human dreams,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;but it is better by far&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;to leave behind&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;love that bind us.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I feel heaven’s hold&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And hear its call ~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;beautiful and serene…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;There are no words&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;with which to speak&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;or write about it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/ReKyvvZsCMI/AAAAAAAAAZg/7T5EEq8fLxA/s1600-h/a.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/ReKyvvZsCMI/AAAAAAAAAZg/7T5EEq8fLxA/s400/a.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035783866601441474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;This entry is dedicated to all those people whose time I have wasted listening to all my vents, rages, angst, frustrations, and hopes. You know who you are. Kung wala kayo, marahil ay baliw na ako.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Friends come and go but there are some you would want to keep forever but though you want to keep that person in your life that person doesn't usually agree to that and you end up wondering if they are worth the importance you've given to them in your life.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;How can someone be such an essential part of our life and just vanish the next day? If I knew the answer to this I won't be having a hard time dealing with losing someone but I don't so I feel all miserable about it. I'm not good at handling new emotions and going through with this is something I don't know how to deal with. I'm not saying I never lost someone before but not in these circumstances. I would have easily accepted it if I did something really terrible but I don't recall doing that. I wish I know how to quit her but I can't. I know I'm being pathetic and ridiculous and is really damaging my ego but for some unknown reason I can't seem to just let go.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Things were said that no one ever intended to say and yet they were uttered and it brought about such emotional stress to the people involved. If it were up to me I won't let that get in a way of a good friendship but it was not up to me this time. She had made her decision and there's nothing I say or do can change that. Undoubtedly her decision to end it will cause me pain but it's something I have to accept and there's no use dwelling on it. Right now I just have to try my best not to think about her and I'll keep myself occupied with other things. I'll miss her for sure but life goes on.&lt;br style="" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Though I lost one friend last week another old friend had came back yesterday or more like I decided to contact her and meet up with her. Friends like her are the ones I should ensure I don't lose because in spite of us not seeing each other for months she's always on call when I need her around. Actually the reason why I asked her to have lunch with me is that I didn't want to stay at home because I might be tempted to try to contact the person who wants me not to talk to her. We talked for hours while I was passing time before I pick up my younger sister from school. It's always nice to know that there are people you can count on any time you need them and it's always nice to catch up on old times. Actually at one point in time we considered each other the best of friends and I'd always be her friend in school projects during high school and we've known each other since grade school. Originally she was a friend of my sister but when we were in high school we became close and we've been good friends ever since. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/ReaDZtCiYUI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/pjPNNS7Q3UY/s1600-h/w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/ReaDZtCiYUI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/pjPNNS7Q3UY/s400/w.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036857710870683970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Stubbornness is never a good trait and so is too much persistent. I know eventually I'll get over this and just hope it's soon. I wish that when I wake up in the morning I'll stop remembering that person.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I even find myself thinking about the people who became a part of my life. Those who are still around, those who became a part of my past and those I want to just let go and be part of yesterday.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Indeed there are many people who became a part of my life and now I'm left to thinking who among them was worth knowing and keeping in my life. Some of them I've totally forgotten and stop being friends with, there are some who I try to forget but one way or the other they manage to haunt my thoughts. Right now I'm thinking of making one of them part of those people who just came in to my life, thought me something, I've learned to love and care for but will be best if she's out of my life for good.&lt;br style="" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;You see I have this tendency to get too attached to people sometimes and yet I know that I'm literally wasting my time, effort, and money on that person but still I would insist on being friends with that person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The problem with this whole forgetting about someone business is that you can't make it easy for anyone. You'll either get hurt or you'll end up hurting someone. The annoying thing about this is that you'll end up missing the person and even though you resolve to distant yourself from her and find other things to do, you still end up wondering about how she is doing and thus starting over a cycle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;A cycle of caring, being worried, being annoyed, being disappointed, and any other feelings you can think of. One thing hard about letting someone be a part of your life and opening yourself up to that person and eventually caring for that person is that you open yourself to disappointments.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I'm not even going bother explaining what I'm feeling now. I'm tired of that and besides even though I try to explain things to that person won't get what I'm trying to say, it always get misinterpreted so I'll keep quiet and will just one day stop talking to her. I think one less person to think about and stress over will be good for me. Besides there are still better friends left whom I should be giving more attention to. The only thing regretful about is the friendship is that you weren't able to do what you want to do to help the person out. It wouldn't be all that bad if you were able to make a difference in her life or at least help her with the mess she's in but then waiting for that to happen will just cause more unnecessary stress so I can't wait for that anymore and besides I'm tired of it. &lt;br style="" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br style="" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;On a related note: These lines describe how I feel for her. *winks* &lt;br /&gt;  I know I've done my very best to save my friend from that asshole If I'm not mistaken that bf he has right now is influencing her to disobey her parents.The whole thing about that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bf&lt;/span&gt; has been going on far too long, don't you ever get tired of it? of course I'm very tired of reminding her and be her shoulder to cry on whenever that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bf&lt;/span&gt; does something stupid such as cheating her and asked money from my dear little pathetic friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I'll give her time to be on her own this time, I just don't push it anymore.  I'm going to distance myself from her and now is the time to do that. Giving up on her does not mean admitting defeat, it just means that I'm smart enough to accept things is not working out as I want it to be. .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;After all there this freedom that comes with age, and what am i going to do with all that? Be happy and never disobey your parents, especially they're the people would always be there for you no matter what happens.And keeps a select of good friends, including those from childhood and try myself to be open to new friendship.&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size="3"&gt;Anyway, I don't think I'll be journaling here... cause I'd be very busy to finish the marketing research I might not be able to post often in the coming days.=)  &lt;/font&gt;    &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br style="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br style="" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-7837094341752434898?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/7837094341752434898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=7837094341752434898&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/7837094341752434898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/7837094341752434898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/02/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/ReKxH_ZsCLI/AAAAAAAAAZU/BB7j38hqwAE/s72-c/q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-4257385803387045283</id><published>2007-02-26T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T18:05:09.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o196/lzcl/fi205e1ob1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o196/lzcl/fi205e1ob1.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;A friend you are on sunny days~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;when laughter is shared&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;and tears are strangers&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;but more than a friend &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;in time of darkness~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;you shield me from the cold&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;of a harsh wind,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;you guide me as a walk&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;under the pelting rain.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Most of all, you are a friend&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;when my knees seem bent&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;with loneliness&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;When I have to be brave,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I know the prayers you utter.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Dearest friend…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;you are my greatest treasure ~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;you make the life immensely joyful.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-4257385803387045283?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/4257385803387045283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=4257385803387045283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/4257385803387045283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/4257385803387045283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/02/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-6036569373358033279</id><published>2007-02-23T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T03:12:13.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this the modern Pinay?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rd8ipvZsCHI/AAAAAAAAAYo/CyokPKDQqr0/s1600-h/5766883.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rd8ipvZsCHI/AAAAAAAAAYo/CyokPKDQqr0/s400/5766883.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034781008917694578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Filipino Women in general are strong – willed and independent. They perceive a career as measure of achievement and self worth. They decide for themselves. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Based on a study conduct by &lt;a href="http://www.geisermaclang.com"&gt;geiser&lt;/a&gt;, Filipino women today are modern in terms of their outlook on gender equality but tend still to be conservative particularly in relationships.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rd8ki_ZsCII/AAAAAAAAAY0/OwP_fepe0Rg/s1600-h/307163566_70d9ee6243_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rd8ki_ZsCII/AAAAAAAAAY0/OwP_fepe0Rg/s400/307163566_70d9ee6243_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034783091976833154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Their focus remains to be on relationship with their parents and the welfare of their family. This situates today’s Pinay as part of the evolving women group in &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Asia&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Most Filipino women perceive themselves to be part of a growing trend ~ a sense of liberation in career and society.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www2.acnielsen.com/site/index.shtml"&gt;ACNielsen Worldwide&lt;/a&gt; study showed that women in &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Asia&lt;/st1:place&gt; are clearly more independent, know what they want and are not afraid to speak their minds. They may still hold dear to their traditional values such as filial piety, respect of the family and performing their duties as good wife, mother and daughter but many have breakthrough to see the importance of personal fulfillment and self-actualization through&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;their career and social work.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;We are seeing across markets that women are enjoying being a women and thinking about what they want to get out of their lives. &lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;Hong kong&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;Taiwan&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; women are most advanced in terms of their status and position as women in their societies. Chinese women are fast catching up and the evolving groups of women are those from our country together with &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;Thailand&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placew:st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;a href="http://www2.acnielsen.com/site/index.shtml"&gt;Acnielsen&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;findings&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; revealed that &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;Philippines&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; have the highest number of women earning more than their spouses, followed by &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Filipino women agree that even if married, they should have savings of their own. They see the financial independence guarantees one’s security. However they believe that money does not dictates who wears the pants in the relationship.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Women in the &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;Philippines&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; (together with &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;) are most positive about marriage. When asked which Filipino women would prefer – a great body or beautiful face – preferences are more even. For a Pinay, inner beauty counts more than physical appearance. Beauty is equated with confidence and intelligence. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Out of 10 Filipinas, 5 out of them are the modern day Darna – these women aim to balance career and family life. Their career gives them pleasure and a sense of achievement but they still feel that it is still the family that matter most; and the others are the classic Maria Clara who embodies a more subdued personality and outlook in life. So who are you among the clusters that mentioned above? You’d probably have a guess by now.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rd8wQvZsCJI/AAAAAAAAAZA/7Lo9J-t9y4Y/s1600-h/P5120002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rd8wQvZsCJI/AAAAAAAAAZA/7Lo9J-t9y4Y/s400/P5120002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034795972583753874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;This looks like the area I’ll be staying at. So this &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the center of the universe, huh?&lt;span class="framedesc-black"&gt;view of SFO financial district... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-6036569373358033279?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://modernpinay.com/' title='Is this the modern Pinay?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/6036569373358033279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=6036569373358033279&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/6036569373358033279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/6036569373358033279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/02/is-this-modern-pinay.html' title='Is this the modern Pinay?'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rd8ipvZsCHI/AAAAAAAAAYo/CyokPKDQqr0/s72-c/5766883.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-6201238766950255355</id><published>2007-02-22T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T16:41:44.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought Philippines yesterday and today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rd0uL_ZsCFI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/0yb-byuNhd8/s1600-h/m.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rd0uL_ZsCFI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/0yb-byuNhd8/s400/m.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034230742002698322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught parts of &lt;a href="http://www.probeteam.com/"&gt;"probeteam"&lt;/a&gt; (is this the probe team’s show on channel 2? anyway...) last night.  The topic was the preparations of different sectors of our society for the &lt;a href="http://www.ivote.ph/voting101.php"&gt;elections&lt;/a&gt;  on May 14, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing that came into my mind when they’re two groups (&lt;a href="http://www.halalan2007.ph/about.php"&gt;halaan 2007&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://www.ivote.ph/about.php"&gt;iVote.ph&lt;/a&gt;) being introduced… “Wow meron pa pala mga taong may pakialam sa Pilipinas na ayaw lumayas ng ating bayan!!!!!!!"  In my humble opinion living in the Philippines is like being a resident of Barangay St. Bernard in Leyte before the landslide naghihintay na lang ako  gumuho ang bundok sa akin. I feel like pinabobo ako ng Pilipinas at hindi naghirap ang aking mga magulang sa pagpapalaki sa akin para lang tumandang bobo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko pang gumanda at gumana ang utak ko. There are a lot of things, I still yearn to achieve [but with] the state of the country now, it won’t allow me these things. I’d rather be a second class citizen living abroad than a miserable first class citizen here in our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when a neighbor walked up to my father and he gave my father a gift because his family had decided to migrate to the Australia. My father asked him why he was doing it when he was in fact successful person here and he was living a very comfortable life with his family. He said to my father, ‘I’m not doing it for myself… I’m doing it for my children. What sort of future am I going to give them here? I have to do this because I am answerable to their future.’ When I heard that, naiyak talaga ako sa mga sinabi niya. Ako ngang walang anak gusto ko umalis, how much more yung mga mayroon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve heard and seen too many issues about Inflation, unemployment, and poverty.Things are sometimes portrayed at their worst that cynicism has become an acquired taste. And the clichéd circumstance never seems to change. The rich only get richer while the power remains below the line, caught up in the vicious cycle of limited opportunities and even more limited means to get those opportunities. Security for the future, financial, social, emotional, is a luxury reserved only to those who can afford to be “insecure”. Truth . Irony. (unfortunately).Personified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on the latest&lt;a href="http://www.mccann.com/"&gt; UMCE&lt;/a&gt; studies about today’s youth they are seeing / experiencing more things sooner. They are more sensitized and more aware of everything. They now worry about more things than just finding a job. They are worried about pollution, drugs, criminality, getting sick, failing to provide for their families and growing old alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because they have more access to more information, they can choose content they want to consume. They cannot be fooled because they know reality- they know the real score. It’s a wonder if this is at the root of the failure of government to increase its credibility these days. This is also why reality TV is a hit with them. The internet is a credible source of information and traditional advertising seems fabricated to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Universal McCann Study is an eye - opener to all of us. It is comforting to know that the youths are more responsible these days although some of them [including me] are planning to leave the country for jobs abroad but most of us will likely come back to  bring the skills and attitudes that would finally catapult this country into the ranks of developed nations.Our country has gone, through a lot but we are still standing proud. Despite the problems, we all still manage to enjoy life and we know that we can get over all the trials. No matter what happens, the Philippines will always be home for me.Even I am not the most loyal citizen.I have my own preoccupations to deal with, and God knows how often I have complained about the present and grieved for the future of this country. But what I lack in patriotism, I make up for through optimism, even blind idealism at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why this coming May 14,2007 all of us should exercise our rights to vote.For the universal right of suffrage, an incalculable price in human lives and blood has been paid throughout history.Nowadays they're many non-governmental, civic, and religious organizations have started voters' education campaigns.These campaigns will emphasize the sovereignty of the voters and the importance of veering away from personalities and assessing the competence, commitment , character, and programs of parties and their candidates for elective office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should pray that this important political process will be given its due importance by the agency tasked to conduct and manage the process,&lt;a href="http://www.comelec.gov.ph/"&gt;Comelec&lt;/a&gt;, by those seeking elective office and, most important of all, by voters so that they will make informed and wise choices that will lead to substantive improvements in the quality of governance in our country.If we want change we should vote wisely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-6201238766950255355?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://philippineelections.wordpress.com' title='I thought Philippines yesterday and today...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/6201238766950255355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=6201238766950255355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/6201238766950255355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/6201238766950255355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-thought-philippines-yesterday-and.html' title='I thought Philippines yesterday and today...'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rd0uL_ZsCFI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/0yb-byuNhd8/s72-c/m.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-2568384738111037233</id><published>2007-02-21T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T14:49:02.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh well, I'm going to eat my Lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RdvrVvZsCEI/AAAAAAAAAYE/dtJhF6pKS3c/s1600-h/as.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RdvrVvZsCEI/AAAAAAAAAYE/dtJhF6pKS3c/s400/as.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033875767250651202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news! I woke up at 4:45 this morning. haha That was an achievement. I've been waking up most of the time at 6:45 A.M. so I could be there in the office at 9:30 A.M. my call time to work. That explains why I'm feeling a little happier because I have very nice scheduled that I'm sure a lot of people will love to be traded places with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a busy month for me. I obviously don't have the luxury of time to update some of my blogs. A lot's been going on - occupying my mind. I've been through one heck of a roller coaster ride these past few weeks. It mostly concerns my work really..I've been thrust to a position I hardly had training for. I'm still feeling my way through. But I'm learning. Like I said before - I just need time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not alive to please other people. I am alive to please God. I am here to give God glory. But I have failed countless times. And He has forgiven me countless times too. I serve a magnificent God. There is nothing I can do to make God love me more. But there is also nothing I can do to make God love me less. What a comforting fact.. God is so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work is draining only because it's a five-day work-week. My only rest day is Sunday and Saturday is time for school.But I'm not complaining. I'm learning a lot of new things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bitter_melon"&gt; ampalaya&lt;/a&gt; is a Juice? Since our company preparing a campaign Health 101, well our team assigned to study all the herbal and a lot of stuff.That's what I've been up to this past few days: learning all the plants and the natural benefits of it.I have also been acquainting myself with the processes that goes on in and out of the research.   A whole new jargon to master..Two more weeks in the research then gather the information!!! Then I'm on the way to finish..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RdvYZ_ZsCDI/AAAAAAAAAX0/5fx-9_K2NRA/s1600-h/image_00093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RdvYZ_ZsCDI/AAAAAAAAAX0/5fx-9_K2NRA/s400/image_00093.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033854949544167474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my drink for lunch is fresh ampalaya with tomato juice. so yeah. today i pureed three fresh tomatoes (sans seeds) and two ampalaya and produced 14 ounces of really disgusting taste*drinks a bit* and here i am left staring at fourteen ounces of devil juice. But if you want a clear skin na!... NOW na! and i want my future children to have clear skin too. i can picture them hating me na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RdvYQfZsCCI/AAAAAAAAAXs/IGcFD20vanM/s1600-h/image_00056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RdvYQfZsCCI/AAAAAAAAAXs/IGcFD20vanM/s400/image_00056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033854786335410210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lunch is look liked a hamburger, but that's oaltmeal.Ash-Wednesday na po.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'm going back to eat my meal and I'll end this here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-2568384738111037233?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/2568384738111037233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=2568384738111037233&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/2568384738111037233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/2568384738111037233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-well-im-going-to-eat-my-lunch.html' title='Oh well, I&apos;m going to eat my Lunch'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RdvrVvZsCEI/AAAAAAAAAYE/dtJhF6pKS3c/s72-c/as.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-5630766730389864</id><published>2007-02-20T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T14:21:44.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save the  Words</title><content type='html'>Got this from &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/2264892"&gt;Ms. Ong&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RdqPe_ZsCAI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Y2FV_cRN_dg/s1600-h/savethevowels.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RdqPe_ZsCAI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Y2FV_cRN_dg/s400/savethevowels.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033493296117975042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RdqSrfZsCBI/AAAAAAAAAXg/OPjA85O6XOo/s1600-h/awake.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RdqSrfZsCBI/AAAAAAAAAXg/OPjA85O6XOo/s400/awake.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033496809401223186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From now on, I'm making you learn to type properly.Now, I'm not saying that you can't slip up sometimes... if you make some typos, that's okay; no one's perfect. But ignoring every single rule of the English language is not cool. I don't care if you aren't good at typing yet... Use the fingers correctly as a chance to teach yourself how to type properly! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type in proper English. Here is a small summary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Capitalize and punctuate as close to what you know is correct. If you slip up it's okay, but if ALL your posts show that you aren't even trying, you may be in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;2.) If you have significant difficulties with spelling, please use a spellchecker each time you post. Occasionally not knowing how to spell something and/or making typos is fine, just so long as it's completely accidental.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Go easy on the internet shorthand. Write out "you" and "thanks" and "are" rather than "u" "thx" "r" and etc. Things like 'lol' and other abbreviations are fine as long as they don't absolutely dominate your posts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun!! I know all these rules seem like a lot to keep in mind, but if you just use your head you'll be fine. Happy Use of the internet as a place to make friends and enjoy yourself... there are lots of other people that want to do the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-5630766730389864?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/5630766730389864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=5630766730389864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/5630766730389864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/5630766730389864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/02/got-this-from-ms.html' title='Save the  Words'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RdqPe_ZsCAI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Y2FV_cRN_dg/s72-c/savethevowels.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-5552146366151803194</id><published>2007-02-17T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T16:03:35.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously I can't BELIEVE it was Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rda19tyRr3I/AAAAAAAAAXM/SwQgUwN884Y/s1600-h/A.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rda19tyRr3I/AAAAAAAAAXM/SwQgUwN884Y/s400/A.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032409705500225394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am posting again another quiz result that I took only few minutes ago.It's showed really the desired things of your heart, quite frankly, I can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="position: relative;overflow: hidden;width: 236px;height: 30px;"&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.personaldna.com/images/dna_lef.gif' style='position:absolute;top:0;left:0'&gt;&lt;div title=" Very High Confidence" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 18px;top:0px;height:30px;width:21px;background-color:#fc1919"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly High Openness" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 39px;top:0px;height:30px;width:16px;background-color:#16e07b"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Very High Extroversion" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 55px;top:0px;height:30px;width:20px;background-color:#f518f5"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Low Empathy" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 75px;top:0px;height:30px;width:1px;background-color:#850d49"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Very High Trust" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 76px;top:0px;height:30px;width:21px;background-color:#1919fc"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Very High Agency" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 97px;top:0px;height:30px;width:21px;background-color:#19ff19"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Very High Masculinity" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 118px;top:0px;height:30px;width:20px;background-color:#1887f5"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly High Femininity" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 138px;top:0px;height:30px;width:14px;background-color:#d1d115"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Low Spontenaiety" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 152px;top:0px;height:30px;width:3px;background-color:#0f9494"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly Low Attention to Style" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 155px;top:0px;height:30px;width:7px;background-color:#666666"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly High Authoritarianism" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 162px;top:0px;height:30px;width:16px;background-color:#7b16e0"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Very Earthy" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 178px;top:0px;height:30px;width:20px;background-color:#8a4c0e"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Very Functional" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 198px;top:0px;height:30px;width:20px;background-color:#87f518"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.personaldna.com/images/dna_rig.gif' style='position:absolute;top:0;left:218px;'&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="position:relative; text-align:center; width:236px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.personaldna.com"&gt;Dynamic &lt;br /&gt;Leader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I guess what the result of that test is that all those who have taken the time out to read this is that life is many things but it is least of all what we expect it to be NOW! Many of us are in a rush to find the RIGHT job, the RIGHT person, the RIGHT life...but do we really need to have everything in order all the time, all at once? In a movie I once watched they said..."the best things in life are total mistakes" and I agree..:) Make mistakes, open your mind, think out of the box, take leaps, give in, let go, live up to your strengths, have the grace to accept your weaknesses, know when enough is enough and when it is time to push...we grow from mistakes, we are who we are because we had fallen and learned to stand amidst it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-5552146366151803194?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/5552146366151803194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=5552146366151803194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/5552146366151803194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/5552146366151803194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/02/hmn-okayfun.html' title='Seriously I can&apos;t BELIEVE it was Fun!'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rda19tyRr3I/AAAAAAAAAXM/SwQgUwN884Y/s72-c/A.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-650805446502634871</id><published>2007-02-14T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T16:33:57.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pathetic survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RdKdR9yRr2I/AAAAAAAAAXA/aEfEorPxpq0/s1600-h/4134457.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RdKdR9yRr2I/AAAAAAAAAXA/aEfEorPxpq0/s400/4134457.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031256665695039330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.....I'm not PRONE TO CRIMINAL BEHAVIOR!!!Especially that I'm practicing for many years the virtue of active non-violence and even they're people tend to mistaken my kindness and my mission to play safe,thus showering others with my 'kindness',I neglect the feelings of those who are closest to me sometimes. Wahahahahaha! :)I wonder if I am just too sensitive, or if people are just plain rude? ...Hmm...maybe both?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a someone leaves a comment, reaction, opinion that shows your failing it’s very easy to respond harshly in a defensive manner. We’ve all seen the flaming that can ensue. While it’s not easy - a graceful approach to comments or react where you admit where you are wrong and others is right can bring out the lurkers and make them feel a little safer in leaving comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yadda, I took this survey or test this morning asking how capable I was of killing... hala... check it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; padding: 6px; font: normal 12px sans-serif; color: black; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 20px; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;Probability of killing, 27%&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 27%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px;"&gt;You havent seen much, exept a few injuries and of course on TV. You may have a few problems with yourself and others from here to there, but there is a great chance you wont ever get pushed that far.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/are_you_capable_of_killing"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you capable of killing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just hate it when people tell you that something is wrong and then they don't tell you what it is. They really leave you guessing on what happened and then you worry like hell for their well being because they start talking about doing shit to themselves. If something is bothering you just let it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst of it is when they go I don't know why they're like that. What the hell of an explanation is that if you don't know what's making you upset then why get upset at all. It's pretty stupid to be upset something you're not sure of. Why not find out what is it first before reacting. You on the other hand will try to comfort them but you just can't do anything to change what had happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other part that sucks so much is that you get affected too because you care for  them and would not want them to be in that situation. You get all frustrated and you go through being annoyed, worried, angry all at the same time since you feel useless for not being able to help them out on the goddamn situation you don't have an idea what is it about. You want to leave them  alone and let them wallow in self pity but then you get too worried that you end up bugging them to tell you just because you have no idea on how to handle it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all pretty crazy but you're already affected and it sucks you in like a vacuum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should learn to leave things alone but I always feel the need to help out but I end up not helping at all. From now on I won't care about other people let themselves up. I'm tired of dealing with other people's shit. One person out of my life is not going to make a difference, I've had enough worrying about the shit that happens to their life and those people does not even appreciate that. I don't need other people giving me headache I have enough of that on my own. I knew it I should just quit talking those nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of this! I'm going to lay down and rest. Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-650805446502634871?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/650805446502634871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=650805446502634871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/650805446502634871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/650805446502634871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/02/pathetic-survey.html' title='pathetic survey'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RdKdR9yRr2I/AAAAAAAAAXA/aEfEorPxpq0/s72-c/4134457.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-7368707363847691532</id><published>2007-02-13T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T17:44:28.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just the way i'm feeling :))once again, i live.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D5LAYdIpqWE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D5LAYdIpqWE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RdFiBNyRrwI/AAAAAAAAAV8/af2woSXsvQ4/s1600-h/5_5_135.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RdFiBNyRrwI/AAAAAAAAAV8/af2woSXsvQ4/s400/5_5_135.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030910031769480962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another valentines day is just around the corner… Hmmm… Specially dedicated to my clique… May all of us stay Loving and retarded always… woOHooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some couples today, both the young and the young-at-heart alike, find it hard to accept an intimate Valentine's Day celebration if relationship with their loved ones is at the brink of separation.While the 'season of hearts' is supposed to be an exciting and a memorable occasion for a 'mutually-beneficial' lovers' conversation, thousand of couples pretend to enjoy the day with their beloved by having a seemingly 'sweet and intimate moment' with their significant other-but actually they are in 'silent wars' with one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RdF9EtyRrxI/AAAAAAAAAWI/dF7Dj3CcreM/s1600-h/s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RdF9EtyRrxI/AAAAAAAAAWI/dF7Dj3CcreM/s320/s.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030939778712973074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Under such circumstances, these couples tend to experience heartaches and pains, tears and disappointments and their sweet dependence with one another,most often than not, suffers. How tragic indeed to note that couples and lovers, for that matter, are trapped on this sad state of just tolerating their relationships while letting resentments grow faster than ever within them! Resentments and conflicts, if left unsolved, will eventually lead to a 'rocky relationship' making every treasured partnership more miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RdGCndyRrzI/AAAAAAAAAWc/3F1fgNJdRnU/s1600-h/IMAG1248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RdGCndyRrzI/AAAAAAAAAWc/3F1fgNJdRnU/s320/IMAG1248.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030945873271566130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, the need for fine-tuning your relationship with your partners during this Valentine seasons.After all, this delightful lovers' season is a perfect occassion to take time out and settle small disputes with your loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RdGEJdyRr0I/AAAAAAAAAWo/MwMGIKel4C0/s1600-h/IMAG1250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RdGEJdyRr0I/AAAAAAAAAWo/MwMGIKel4C0/s200/IMAG1250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030947556898746178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experts say that couples should give something more than just chocolates and flowers as tangible symbols of affection to make sure that everything runs smoothly. Yes, it helps to boost one's connection with your significant other by giving them a simple token of appreciation but it is more important for you to evaluate your realtionship and find ways to strengthen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RdGGttyRr1I/AAAAAAAAAW0/-RZGjfZOeJ8/s1600-h/IMAG1254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RdGGttyRr1I/AAAAAAAAAW0/-RZGjfZOeJ8/s200/IMAG1254.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030950378692259666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What is difficult in settling issues between both parties is how to start the conversation. It is preferred that the man should lead and guide the conversation into a memorable romantic moment. But on a case to case basis, if you feel you are the one who as caused much pain in the relationship, take the responsibility and with meekness start the dialogue out on a good note.Oh, don't get me wrong I, too, always believe that we should always be nice to our boyfriend once in a while. But the thing is,you can't always do that.Sometimes,you can't keep being nice to him.Cause in the end,someone will always get hurt.And in our case women suffered a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Links for those in love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videojug.com/film/how-to-be-the-perfect-boyfriend"&gt;How To Be The Perfect Boyfriend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovingyou.com/"&gt;Lovingyou.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.linkopedia.com/postoffice.html"&gt;free nice e-cards&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.starfriends.com/NSLoveInspiration.htm"&gt;Love Inspirations&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is in the air.I feel a flutter inside me whenever he reaches out to me I feel the world go still whenever he looks at me I feel the sweetness and honesty that surrounds him Embracing my fear and doubts that still scars my heart. With him, I feel things I've never felt before.I am the luckiest girl in the world to have him :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-7368707363847691532?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/7368707363847691532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=7368707363847691532&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/7368707363847691532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/7368707363847691532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-way-im-feeling-once-again-i-live.html' title='just the way i&apos;m feeling :))once again, i live.'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RdFiBNyRrwI/AAAAAAAAAV8/af2woSXsvQ4/s72-c/5_5_135.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-2006287776880245507</id><published>2007-02-12T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T14:53:55.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosmomagazine.com.ph/board'/><title type='text'>*** HAHAHAHAHAH. ewan ko lang ha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RdAOMdyRrvI/AAAAAAAAAVw/f6o_IOF-Rjc/s1600-h/10379063.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RdAOMdyRrvI/AAAAAAAAAVw/f6o_IOF-Rjc/s400/10379063.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030536391089565426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired, and I don’t know why. I've been busy lately by spending a lot of time with my work, doing with them the usual stuff sometimes, but I don’t see how sitting in front of a computer for hours playing the rest of the time can make you tired.   I'll just sum up everything I've got going lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m currently observing what's happening sa tabi tabi. and no, I wont be disclosing anything as of this moment. or if ever I do, I’d speak of it in general terms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a regular visitor of one &lt;a href="http://www.cosmomagazine.com.ph/board/index.php"&gt;online forum &lt;/a&gt; and reader of some threads there. One of the last topics that i came across was "falling out of friendship". Sounds familiar eh? Maybe it's falling out of love. I myself got curious when I encountered this. I told myself, hey, there's such a thing pala. Having looked at people's responses to it, I figured out what the thread starter meant. it meant getting tired of the friendship and just seeing things (and the relationship) drift away... one could be falling out of friendship when things aren't turning out okay or the way we want them to. This is one scary thought. to go out on this world alone couldn't get any scarier. Maybe for the meantime, as you slowly try to convince yourself that you can do things on your own, you really are fine. But as time slowly passes by, without the people you got used to being with you for most of the time, you start to feel empty. You start to feel lost. You might even start to feel unwanted. That hurts big time. aaargh. When this happens, you'd start thinking that you've done something wrong or you went too far. Some people who'd feel this way either are paranoid or just value the friendship too much that the destruction of which is tantamount to.... I don’t know. I might exaggerate on this. so better end it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a disclaimer, i am not currently experiencing this. I just wanted to give this some thought. But I would admit, it is scary to be alone sometimes. Especially when you've grown too dependent on your buddies that their absence creates some mood troubles. As one of my close friends admitted: "I’m scared to be alone." so am I, buddy. So am I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-2006287776880245507?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.cosmomagazine.com.ph/board/index.php' title='*** HAHAHAHAHAH. ewan ko lang ha.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/2006287776880245507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=2006287776880245507&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/2006287776880245507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/2006287776880245507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/02/hahahahahah-ewan-ko-lang-ha.html' title='*** HAHAHAHAHAH. ewan ko lang ha.'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RdAOMdyRrvI/AAAAAAAAAVw/f6o_IOF-Rjc/s72-c/10379063.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-2338695866761994018</id><published>2007-02-09T12:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T05:10:03.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rcv8kNyRrqI/AAAAAAAAAU0/lWNkR_rxzPE/s1600-h/809224.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rcv8kNyRrqI/AAAAAAAAAU0/lWNkR_rxzPE/s400/809224.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029391107995315874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-2338695866761994018?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/2338695866761994018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=2338695866761994018&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/2338695866761994018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/2338695866761994018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-does-you-like-best-about-writing.html' title='o'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rcv8kNyRrqI/AAAAAAAAAU0/lWNkR_rxzPE/s72-c/809224.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-136431235791266345</id><published>2007-02-08T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T18:12:10.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worth to visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RcrkF9yRroI/AAAAAAAAAUc/fkblJVJ2PXU/s1600-h/sleepy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RcrkF9yRroI/AAAAAAAAAUc/fkblJVJ2PXU/s400/sleepy.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029082725048495746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody really has the exact figures of the number of computers and networks that make up the worldwide Net (shortcut term for the Internet).The Internet does not refer  to a single network but a combination of various private networks that are joined at certain exchange points throughout the world. Some say that there are more than 30,000 networks linking about 10 million computers that are being used by millions of people based in various countries. The marvelous feature of the internet is that nobody really controls it; nobody really owns it; and nobody can, at a click, turn the Internet off. No wonder the internet is making a million things possible that were not even conceive in earlier technologies. All because the Internet has the awesome capability to connect practically every person and it was nice to find out about the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blogosphere"&gt;Blogosphere&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, blogs gives you an easy way to share all kinds of digital content, including photos, blogs, video, music and more, all in one convenient place. Your own personal website. With blogs, you can share with everyone in your “social network” and also be alerted whenever they have something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays there’s a lot of social networking and lifestyle portal for connecting with all kinds of people. Name it and for sure you can find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes blogs interesting is that you can sense the sincerity of the onliner to share: be it a personal tidbit, or his opinion on a bit of news. When I started joining blogging, I learned that you have to maintain a sense of diplomacy in your post, and that I am part of a global community after all, and being considerate of others will make more fun.Although the Internet can be a scary place indeed, and putting up a blog is one of the ways to open up ourselves to the rest of the online community. But how much of yourself you would like to share is really up to you. You have control over that, nobody else. We interact with people everyday and the blogging is simply an extension of this interaction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strike a balance whenever you go online. Keep your feet firmly planted in real life by dealing with people in person. Go out and experience things. Don’t get too caught up in the internet world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internet and social networking can be a very positive thing if used properly. It can even be a venue for like – minded individuals get together to promote positive changes in society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a good online citizen and have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the coldest February in my entire existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a list of my Top 20 favorites blogs that worth to visit(in no particular order)Take a look of the following: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;a href="http://nancydrewandme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ms.Cathy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;a href="http://aboutmyrecovery.com/"&gt;Ms. Noemi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;a href="http://houseonahill.net/"&gt;Ms.Connie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;a href="http://jessicarulestheuniverse.com/"&gt;Ms.Jessica Zafra's Twisted&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;a href="http://www.snglguy.com/"&gt;Mr. Single Guy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;a href="http://nostalgiamanila.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mr.Nostalgia &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;a href="http://blog.pixnet.net/pinkyvivi"&gt;Ms.Pixnet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;a href="http://curls.nu/"&gt;Ms. Chistine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;a href="http://www.misteryosa.com/"&gt;Ms. Shari&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;a href="http://www.mumuych.i.ph/"&gt;Ms.Cheska&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.&lt;a href="http://mnlstyl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ms. Chuvaness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.&lt;a href="http://lala0range.livejournal.com/"&gt;Ms.Angela&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.&lt;a href="http://paulbasinillo.multiply.com/"&gt;Mr.P&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.&lt;a href="http://kooki.multiply.com/"&gt;Ms.Tina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.&lt;a href="http://intrigero.livejournal.com/"&gt;Mr.Enrique&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.&lt;a href="http://camsprats.multiply.com/"&gt;Ms. Camille&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.&lt;a href="http://www.luckymanzano.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mr.Luis&lt;/a&gt; - kahit 6 years na tinapos HRM crush ko talaga sobraaa...&lt;br /&gt;18.&lt;a href="http://atesienna.pansitan.net/"&gt;Ms. Sienna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.&lt;a href="http://haringliwanag.pansitan.net/"&gt;Mr.Jim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.&lt;a href="http://www.tabulas.com/~tymeless/"&gt;Ms. Hogi&lt;/a&gt;- ang pinaka pretty na moderator. That's all for now gtg!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-136431235791266345?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/136431235791266345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=136431235791266345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/136431235791266345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/136431235791266345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/02/worth-to-visit.html' title='worth to visit'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RcrkF9yRroI/AAAAAAAAAUc/fkblJVJ2PXU/s72-c/sleepy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-6494574326315496840</id><published>2007-02-07T15:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T01:11:47.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is piracy so popular? ... ssshhhh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rcl7d6pALkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/y6zyzQv7rqQ/s1600-h/m.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rcl7d6pALkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/y6zyzQv7rqQ/s400/m.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028686212823526978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may see because it’s cheaper and sometimes free. People love getting something for free, but nobody gives attention to whether it’s good or bad for the music, film, or other industries. A lot or almost of the people who download music from the web believe it violates copyright laws. So one third of downloaders believe its piracy and others or the rest don’t believe it’s piracy at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did that come from? They explain: technological innovations perforce result in adjustments made in the way relevant systems operates. When a new technological development comes along, things cannot be expected to remain the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the invention of the audio and video recorders: owners of such machines are now allowed to make a copy of what they see or hear on records or on TV, provided that the copy is only for their personal use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But others counter that the pirates’ situation isn’t the same. After all, it’s clear that the many copies they make of other people’s material isn’t for the pirates’ personal use!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, they should pay royalties to the producers and owners of the original material because a lot of money and creativity has been expanded to produce it. Therefore, the pirates definitely can’t copy it for free!  Not that the owners are selfish. It's just if you're making money of their works– ask a permission to them if you really want their stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/1946339"&gt;ate ss&lt;/a&gt; pinpoint that before piracy become rampant, producers of recorded entertainment material were charging too much of their products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the pirates sold their unauthorized copies for a pittance, producers were forced to lower their prices and reduce their profits. So in a sense, the buying public has benefited from the rise of piracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know that the problem is much more complex than that, but the discussion has been initiated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May it be joined by a representative range of voices, so that confounding situation can be resolved or at least mitigated with more enlightened action in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rcl7RqpALjI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZKegoFZ5NvE/s1600-h/mylaptop.jpeg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RcmKkqpALlI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/na3LLdXYySM/s1600-h/f.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RcmKkqpALlI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/na3LLdXYySM/s400/f.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028702821462060626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been receiving a lot of requests from people on earth if I could download all the episodes of princess hours to my you tube account.I'm very surprised the same time shocked.I felt insulted although I'm very capable of doing it but I'm not stupid, I respect the copyright laws and I'm not a fan of piracy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those people that really like to have the copy of princess hours I suggest that you visit this site : &lt;a href="http://trinketi.multiply.com/"&gt;trinketi&lt;/a&gt;, probably she could help you guys . For all I knew that person is selling stuff of Princess Hours  email her at trinketi at yahoo dot.com to view more titles visit &lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/trinketi%20"&gt;freewebs&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://mydvds.multiply.com/"&gt;mydvds&lt;/a&gt; . That would be all thanks!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-6494574326315496840?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/6494574326315496840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=6494574326315496840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/6494574326315496840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/6494574326315496840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/02/why-is-so-piracy-so-popular-ssshhhh.html' title='Why is piracy so popular? ... ssshhhh...'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rcl7d6pALkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/y6zyzQv7rqQ/s72-c/m.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-193423894060996583</id><published>2007-02-07T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T10:52:05.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to say about this...discovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rck-U6pALhI/AAAAAAAAATg/5BBfkUcYHBU/s1600-h/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rck-U6pALhI/AAAAAAAAATg/5BBfkUcYHBU/s400/d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028618987995409938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you come from North America or northern Europe, you are probably used to people saying what they mean and meaning what they say – but not every culture is so direct. In most Asia, the Middle Eastland southern Europe communication is far more complex, and non-verbal gestures are often used to convey a person’s true feelings.&lt;br /&gt;However, when a simple gesture can have so many meanings, things can get a little tricky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In most cultures, men stand before they are introduced to someone important in order to show politeness and respect. In the west, someone will usually offer to shake hands, yet this most basic of introductions can have implications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most American like a firm handshake, but if you shake a Frenchman’s hand that way; he’s likely to think you’re uncultured. The French prefer a light, short handshake, as do most eastern European countries. In the pearl of the orient Philippines, a quick raising of the eyebrows supersedes the need for handshakes; don’t worry, nothing is being insinuated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Russian are highly tactile greeters and a kiss on the lips is commonplace – misinterpret this and your friendship may well get off on the wrong foot. Be warned: don’t take this habit to nearby Uzbekistan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re on business in Hong Kong, passing your business card and accepting someone else’s should be done with both hands. In Japan, even a very small item should such as pencil must be passed with two hands. Just remember that in many middle and far eastern countries, it is rude to pass something with your left hand, which is considered “unclean”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile and the world smile with you, right? Wrong. Different cultures have different reason for smiling at strangers is considered inappropriate behaviors. The Japanese may smile when they are confused or angry. In other parts of Asia, people may smile when they are embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did your mother not tell you that is rude to point? Well it is still best way to select an object in a country where you don’t speak the language, but better think twice about using your index finger to point to a person. A nod of the head is a much safer bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rck-uapALiI/AAAAAAAAATs/ICxRMYdQxts/s1600-h/ds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rck-uapALiI/AAAAAAAAATs/ICxRMYdQxts/s400/ds.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028619426082074146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-193423894060996583?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/193423894060996583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=193423894060996583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/193423894060996583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/193423894060996583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/02/nothing-to-say-about-thisdiscovery.html' title='Nothing to say about this...discovery'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rck-U6pALhI/AAAAAAAAATg/5BBfkUcYHBU/s72-c/d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-4782682992718483190</id><published>2007-02-06T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T13:23:02.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥So Attached</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RcgQbapALgI/AAAAAAAAATU/U68kFoXYVjE/s1600-h/d.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RcgQbapALgI/AAAAAAAAATU/U68kFoXYVjE/s400/d.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028287047152971266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The supermen and superwomen among us may choose to work while studying. If your studies are related to your work, you can immediately apply the things you're learning. Be prepared to sacrifice your weekends and gimmick nights, but based on my own experience it was worth fighting for. I asked my boss if I could work on a flexi - time basis, and he said okay right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Go to Grad School&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/shouldyougotogradschoolquiz/grad-1.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grad school definitely isn't for everyone, but it looks like it's for you.&lt;br /&gt;You have a pretty good idea of what you want to study - and how it will further your career.&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead and go for it! You're ready to be a PhD.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/shouldyougotogradschoolquiz/"&gt;Should You Go To Grad School? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-4782682992718483190?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/4782682992718483190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=4782682992718483190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/4782682992718483190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/4782682992718483190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-attached.html' title='♥So Attached'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RcgQbapALgI/AAAAAAAAATU/U68kFoXYVjE/s72-c/d.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-1158633643369076750</id><published>2007-02-06T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T13:07:05.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Actions speak louder than words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RcfvqqpALfI/AAAAAAAAATI/Q1aronzmZJw/s1600-h/m.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RcfvqqpALfI/AAAAAAAAATI/Q1aronzmZJw/s400/m.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028251025262259698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who pretends is tense. The person who is honest is at peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a line in the “Desiderata” that says “speak your truth quietly and clearly.” If you have the truth and if you speak the truth, you don’t have to shout in rage or anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words can teach, but works can teach more. Are you a person who needs to speak less and do more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;And isn't it disgraceful, isn't it humiliating! You long to live, yet you yourself entangle life's problems in logical confusion. And how importunate, how impudent your antics, and how frightened you are at the same time! You talk nonsense, and are pleased with it. You make insolent remarks, yet you are constantly afraid and apologetic. You insist that you fear nothing, yet at the same time you try to ingratiate yourself. You assure us that you grit your teeth, but at the same time you are trying to be witty, to make us laugh. You know that your jokes aren't witty, but you seem to be extremely pleased with their literary quality. You may, perhaps, have really suffered on occasion, but you don't have the slightest respect for your suffering. There is some truth in you too, but no modesty; out of the pettiest vanity, you bring your truth to the marketplace, you expose it to shame..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-1158633643369076750?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/1158633643369076750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=1158633643369076750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/1158633643369076750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/1158633643369076750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/02/actions-speak-louder-than-words.html' title='Actions speak louder than words'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RcfvqqpALfI/AAAAAAAAATI/Q1aronzmZJw/s72-c/m.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-4938845829758948765</id><published>2007-02-05T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T10:45:22.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunshine moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RcfrjapALeI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ubXhKNrpkco/s1600-h/m.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RcfrjapALeI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ubXhKNrpkco/s400/m.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028246502661696994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We generally do not appreciate the blessings we have received. Instead, we allow ourselves to be overwhelmed by the bad deck of cards we have been given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each one of us has given the gifts “life, intelligence, will, grace, freedom of choice”. Moreover despite our many faults, we can truly say that our people greatest assets. The general kindness, amiability, adaptability, and patience of our people must be taken as plus, properly added to our ability to go out there and pitch for ourselves. Just think of our family: most of the parents are sacrificing a lot for the welfare of their beloved children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I feel that God is being extra good to me the past few months. Am I being spoiled just liked when I was a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RcbyB6pALdI/AAAAAAAAASs/N2TN2VlgjwU/s1600-h/sunshine+moment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RcbyB6pALdI/AAAAAAAAASs/N2TN2VlgjwU/s400/sunshine+moment.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027972148740763090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-4938845829758948765?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/4938845829758948765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=4938845829758948765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/4938845829758948765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/4938845829758948765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/02/sunshine-moment.html' title='sunshine moment'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RcfrjapALeI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ubXhKNrpkco/s72-c/m.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-6683167213648590512</id><published>2007-02-04T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T14:48:20.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let the countdown begin:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RcU3EKpALbI/AAAAAAAAASY/RwBdRi9VUNI/s1600-h/excited.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RcU3EKpALbI/AAAAAAAAASY/RwBdRi9VUNI/s400/excited.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027485103744363954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows will be released on 21 July 2007 &lt;a href="http://www.the-leaky-cauldron.org/#article:9452"&gt;click this for more info.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-6683167213648590512?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/6683167213648590512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=6683167213648590512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/6683167213648590512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/6683167213648590512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/02/let-countdown-begin.html' title='let the countdown begin:'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RcU3EKpALbI/AAAAAAAAASY/RwBdRi9VUNI/s72-c/excited.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-3614507275845452996</id><published>2007-02-03T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T08:58:19.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can’t think of any appropriate title…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RcRehapALaI/AAAAAAAAASM/TgMGVNkL0Qc/s1600-h/15hobnn.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RcRehapALaI/AAAAAAAAASM/TgMGVNkL0Qc/s400/15hobnn.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027247012232310178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I google something for my research in school, then while browsing all the results I found this &lt;a href="http://choristercarl12.tripod.com/magnumgay.swf"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;  and it was a smashing revelations.Nyahahaha! I don't know if I like it what I found now but, no choice, I have to like it. Well, that's how its gonna be because I cannot do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While more and more individuals are revealing their true selves, debates are still on whether societies still look down upon homosexuality. Some people believe that most bachelors would never sacrifice their projected image in exchange for public liberty. While others think that coming simply the noblest thing a closet gay should do. Some pretenders still worry of being castigated once they’re out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have several friends that are proud and openly gays. They never had been discriminated because they’re gay. Most of the powerful people are homosexuals – gays and lesbians – they dominate some of the industry and rule it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my college years, gays were beginning to multiply but many were starting to deny. Today in my corporate world, gays are out somehow and open. The only place where cases of hiding one’s “gay-ness” is common in the school, religious / conservative groups and the entertainment industries. Obviously these pretenders are protecting their career. For now, I could only think of one sign and thing to detect the gays, this is base on my study and observation. Ready? He is a “suspect” if he pinches the nipple of another guy: kaya mga bading para hindi mabuking… wag kukurot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-3614507275845452996?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/3614507275845452996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=3614507275845452996&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/3614507275845452996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/3614507275845452996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/02/cant-think-of-any-appropriate-title.html' title='Can’t think of any appropriate title…'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RcRehapALaI/AAAAAAAAASM/TgMGVNkL0Qc/s72-c/15hobnn.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-5649818854965293546</id><published>2007-02-02T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T19:38:38.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing their INNER Beauty OUT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RcMP-apALZI/AAAAAAAAASA/oXD2sGth3Vs/s1600-h/3499469.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RcMP-apALZI/AAAAAAAAASA/oXD2sGth3Vs/s400/3499469.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026879174053211538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found and first heard these campaign to my good friend &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/sansandl"&gt;san :)&lt;/a&gt;  over the internet last year while preparing for some modules. My mom and aunt really used Dove for their skin, so when I heard it, pardon me, but I blurted out "What~ the freaken &lt;a href="http://www.campaignforrealbeauty.ph/flat3.asp?id=7094"&gt;ad&lt;/a&gt;  that?" or something to that epek. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually Bea and Moks &lt;a href="http://www.admu.edu.ph/index.php?p=506"&gt;(both psychology graduates)&lt;/a&gt;  made a study about human behavior and confirmed that looks affect the way we treat people. That's the sad reality of life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have inner beauty and I truly believe that person should be admired by his or her character, intelligence and integrity. But that's not the reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if people are hooked on looks first, then we have no choice but to put a proper investment in our health, particular in our skin. Because sooner or later it bring out the best in all of us and that's the power of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YwJRbvcdQNU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YwJRbvcdQNU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-5649818854965293546?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.campaignforrealbeauty.ph/flat3.asp?id=7104' title='Bringing their INNER Beauty OUT'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/5649818854965293546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=5649818854965293546&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/5649818854965293546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/5649818854965293546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/02/campaign-for-real-beaut.html' title='Bringing their INNER Beauty OUT'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RcMP-apALZI/AAAAAAAAASA/oXD2sGth3Vs/s72-c/3499469.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-9072164288766962335</id><published>2007-01-31T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T15:18:57.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!&lt;3)</title><content type='html'>My two friends &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/661553"&gt;ate celine&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/cooks"&gt;bianca&lt;/a&gt;  asked me to answered a survey again, and here's the result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Psychology&lt;/b&gt;. You should be a Psychology major!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Art&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='100' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;100%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Theater&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='100' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;100%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Psychology&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='100' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;100%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;English&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='100' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;100%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Biology&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='92' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;92%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Anthropology&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='92' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;92%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Chemistry&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='92' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;92%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Engineering&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='92' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;92%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Journalism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='83' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;83%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Linguistics&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='83' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;83%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Philosophy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Mathematics&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Sociology&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Dance&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='67' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;67%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=119158'&gt;What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!&amp;lt;3)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RcBCXTm6KoI/AAAAAAAAAR0/zyFATqNxKqE/s1600-h/3499469.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RcBCXTm6KoI/AAAAAAAAAR0/zyFATqNxKqE/s400/3499469.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026090152313367170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these survey showed that life does not turn out the way you planned it. and for me I'm doing more on communications tasked.There is little demand in the commercial world for excellence. There is a much, much bigger demand for mediocrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is I am glad it’s this way. Imagine a world where all clients were wonderful, where we could produce whatever we felt like with no restrictions, with everybody having freedom to produce all their fantasies unfettered by tedious clients. What would we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would react against it saying, “ Isn’t this boring? How can we be dull? Let’s do it badly. Let’s make it ugly. And let’s make it really cheaply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s the nature of the creative person. All creative people need something to rebel against. It’s what gives their lives excitement and it’s creative people who make the clients’ lives exciting.It’s Not How Good You Are, But How Good You Want To Be.Strike while the iron is hot. then right now I'm taking my 1 hour break because I'm not yet eating my lunch coz teejay will be here,ksama daw niya si bea asan sila? usual late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This very funny I found right now,while waiting to some people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/NzEyMzU="&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/NzEyMzU=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very funny when you watch it in real life if you find something funny. but that's another fun and adventure.Got to go back to work in the meantime while waiting hangad ko dumating na sila. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-9072164288766962335?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/9072164288766962335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=9072164288766962335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/9072164288766962335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/9072164288766962335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-is-your-perfect-major-please-rate.html' title='What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!&lt;3)'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RcBCXTm6KoI/AAAAAAAAAR0/zyFATqNxKqE/s72-c/3499469.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-5556179498587430300</id><published>2007-01-29T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T19:29:19.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is pretty cool.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rb3agzm6KnI/AAAAAAAAARo/D_QJKFE0pNs/s1600-h/3499469.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rb3agzm6KnI/AAAAAAAAARo/D_QJKFE0pNs/s400/3499469.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025413016359414386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are the pictures of Jesuit Communication Area I'm currently working a project with them. I'm praying for a productive, happy, and light week ahead. God bless me and them. Hoping that my colleagues there aren't cruel or anything. Because for what I've heard the people there are very challenging and probably I gonna need the back-up of jersey and sasah.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rb3Xbzm6KmI/AAAAAAAAARU/I6LDPZY-4Uo/s1600-h/pix347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rb3Xbzm6KmI/AAAAAAAAARU/I6LDPZY-4Uo/s400/pix347.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025409631925185122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rb3XWTm6KlI/AAAAAAAAARM/zbwWlHjBCp4/s1600-h/jescomma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rb3XWTm6KlI/AAAAAAAAARM/zbwWlHjBCp4/s400/jescomma.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025409537435904594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rb3XMTm6KkI/AAAAAAAAARE/lmCzIPyg2-U/s1600-h/jesc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rb3XMTm6KkI/AAAAAAAAARE/lmCzIPyg2-U/s400/jesc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025409365637212738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-5556179498587430300?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/5556179498587430300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=5556179498587430300&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/5556179498587430300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/5556179498587430300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-is-pretty-cool.html' title='This is pretty cool.'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rb3agzm6KnI/AAAAAAAAARo/D_QJKFE0pNs/s72-c/3499469.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-3606446061568308641</id><published>2007-01-29T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T15:54:52.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what sports car are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;I'm a Chevrolet Corvette!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tomorrowland.us/sportscar/images/corvette.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're a classic - powerful, athletic, and competitive.  You're all about winning the race and getting the job done.  While you have a practical everyday side, you get wild when anyone pushes your pedal.  You hate to lose, but you hardly ever do.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.tomorrowland.us/sportscar"&gt;Which Sports Car Are You?&lt;/a&gt; quiz.&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-3606446061568308641?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/3606446061568308641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=3606446061568308641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/3606446061568308641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/3606446061568308641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-sports-car-are-you.html' title='what sports car are you?'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-1683406024382901444</id><published>2007-01-28T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T17:01:53.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Loved for Starbucks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rbxl8Dm6KjI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/VpC_jrcz2rU/s1600-h/Starbucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rbxl8Dm6KjI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/VpC_jrcz2rU/s400/Starbucks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025003366673689138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreo Cheesecake is still Oreo Cheesecake and I still love it! And the new Starbucks packaging rocks! It's red, baby! It's FABULOUS. So do people really get a happiness of more than PhP 140 when they drink that cup of Frappuccino? Tom Hanks mentions it well on You've Got Mail. You have to make a hundred decisions before you can order coffee. Tall! decaf! non-fat! latte! That's all for today, fabulous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-1683406024382901444?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/1683406024382901444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=1683406024382901444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/1683406024382901444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/1683406024382901444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-loved-for-starbucks.html' title='My Loved for Starbucks!'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rbxl8Dm6KjI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/VpC_jrcz2rU/s72-c/Starbucks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-4625300722416611889</id><published>2007-01-27T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T15:53:38.541+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my choir'/><title type='text'>Singing gives me peace, I guess.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RbuAvTm6KiI/AAAAAAAAAQs/LnJThPpt5XE/s1600-h/3499469.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RbuAvTm6KiI/AAAAAAAAAQs/LnJThPpt5XE/s400/3499469.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024751359467596322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a member of a choir for the past 15 years now. The idea of doing the same thing on a consistent basis contradicts my fickle nature, I know, but I find the act of memorizing complicated pieces and watching out for those flats and sharps a real challenge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I've noticed about chorale singing is that the act of blending or harmonizing with the tenors, altos and bass (I'm a soprano) brings out the best in you, like you have different targets and yet you do something in complete unity and bring out the same result. Perhaps that's why even if our alto ate isang has to rush from her work in Alabang and sing with us in her office attire, or even if others have a 10PM call center stint and they barely had sleep, and even if some has just undergone hospitalization and needs rest, they're still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are the pictures and the songs we used from the mass service we do and sung by our choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audiolunchbox.com/album?a=26076"&gt;Magnificat&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain: All that I am sings of the God who brings new life to birth in me. My spirit soars on the wings of my Lord. &lt;br /&gt;1. My soul gives glory to the Lord, rejoicing in my saving God, who looks upon me in my state, and all the world will call me blest; For God works marvels in my sight, and holy, holy is God’s name. &lt;br /&gt;2. God’s mercy is from age to age, on those who follow in fear; Whose arm is power and strength, and scatters all the proud of heart; Who casts the mighty from their thrones and raises up the lowly ones! &lt;br /&gt;3. God fills the starving with good things, the rich are left with empty hands; Protecting all the faithful ones, remembering Israel with mercy, the promise known to those before and to their children for ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LOVE IS THE ANSWER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning comes and I must go, day is breaking yonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the places I have been, now I’m going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Female) ahhh…&lt;br /&gt;(Male ) I have been to seek the sky, to &lt;br /&gt;travel on the highway.&lt;br /&gt;And the time has come I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;Why, I am going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the answers, to so many &lt;br /&gt;questions. I don’t know, so I begin&lt;br /&gt;another journey.&lt;br /&gt;Where is the meaning for my world.&lt;br /&gt;I see the answer now.&lt;br /&gt;(Male) through we come by diffe’rent&lt;br /&gt;Roads, now we walk together.&lt;br /&gt;(Female) Stay beside me all our&lt;br /&gt;Days, strangers never more.&lt;br /&gt;Though the cool of summer rains by&lt;br /&gt;Heart side fire.&lt;br /&gt;(Here) I’ll be with you when nothings&lt;br /&gt;Remains I am home to stay.&lt;br /&gt;(For) Love is the answer to so many&lt;br /&gt;questions.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know, so I can stop my endless&lt;br /&gt;wand’rings. Loves gives the meaning &lt;br /&gt;to my world   &lt;br /&gt;I see the answer now. &lt;br /&gt;Love is the answer.&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics from our mass service c/o &lt;a href="http://raymond42n.multiply.com/"&gt;Kuya Archie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rbsh-Tm6KeI/AAAAAAAAAP8/vEbP4TR47sM/s1600-h/choir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rbsh-Tm6KeI/AAAAAAAAAP8/vEbP4TR47sM/s400/choir.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024647163560995298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rbt6MDm6KfI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Ex7MdXiLB9k/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rbt6MDm6KfI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Ex7MdXiLB9k/s400/a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024744156807440882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rbt6Xjm6KgI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/FyacCbGpmzk/s1600-h/choir+2006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Rbt6Xjm6KgI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/FyacCbGpmzk/s400/choir+2006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024744354375936514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-4625300722416611889?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/4625300722416611889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=4625300722416611889&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/4625300722416611889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/4625300722416611889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/01/singing-gives-me-peace-i-guess.html' title='Singing gives me peace, I guess.'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RbuAvTm6KiI/AAAAAAAAAQs/LnJThPpt5XE/s72-c/3499469.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-383594337748758840</id><published>2007-01-27T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T00:41:04.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i.am.so.happy. yabayabadoooo! Ü</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RbuAkDm6KhI/AAAAAAAAAQg/J6u8MA70yx4/s1600-h/3499469.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RbuAkDm6KhI/AAAAAAAAAQg/J6u8MA70yx4/s400/3499469.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024751166194067986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing different (but fun) about this year was the personality test. People often ask me, "Bakit parang ang dami mong ginagawa?" or "Bakit parang lagi kang haggard?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I answer them, "Ewan ko." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, if I knew why, I would've done something by now, right? But really,I can't control everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #C2CEDB" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" width="270"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="color: black; background: #eeeeee"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; Global Personality Test Results&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stability&lt;/b&gt; (70%) high which suggests you are very relaxed, calm, secure, and optimistic..&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;Orderliness&lt;/b&gt; (70%) high which suggests you are overly organized, reliable, neat, and hard working at the expense too often of flexibility, efficiency, spontaneity, and fun.&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;Extraversion&lt;/b&gt; (53%) medium which suggests you average somewhere in between being assertive and social and being withdrawn and solitary.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/global5.html"&gt;Take Free Global Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~         &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="395"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/player2.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="vidurl=http://images.iorah.multiply.com/content/movie/iorah:video:12/iorah/12.flv/sFXFQpPRxAMxJr8KXGTDuw/flash&amp;vidlength=47&amp;numericid=12&amp;userid=iorah&amp;baseurl=http://rbt45gokcrcaahosfgg.multiply.com"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/player2.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="395" FLASHVARS="vidurl=http://images.iorah.multiply.com/content/movie/iorah:video:12/iorah/12.flv/sFXFQpPRxAMxJr8KXGTDuw/flash&amp;vidlength=47&amp;numericid=12&amp;userid=iorah&amp;baseurl=http://rbt45gokcrcaahosfgg.multiply.com" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what other things are making me happy these days? Call me absurd but I'm getting addicted to TV and Kapamilya shows again, as in Sana Maulit Muli, Maging Sino Ka Man and Princess Hours. I'd go home exhausted each night, eat dinner, and take a nap before Kim and Gerald goes on air. If I managed to skip the nap, I'd stay with Kris Aquino and shout "Press the button it's yours, say no we open one case!" with her. Or with the Pantene commercials, with Gretchen's "I've had my share of critics, but my hair, they could never criticize... So glossy naman my hair!" and Ruffa's "Kase naman I work with some of the world's most glamorous... With Pantene, everything else follows!" Go on, cringe. Or laugh. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-383594337748758840?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/383594337748758840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=383594337748758840&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/383594337748758840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/383594337748758840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/01/iamsohappy-yabayabadoooo.html' title='i.am.so.happy. yabayabadoooo! Ü'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RbuAkDm6KhI/AAAAAAAAAQg/J6u8MA70yx4/s72-c/3499469.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-8531189776350469469</id><published>2007-01-24T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T11:25:57.284+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choir'/><title type='text'>Open Palm</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z1bXrcgsBBo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z1bXrcgsBBo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was getting pretty boring in Bellarmine Hall. We had spent an hour waiting for  &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/842921"&gt;Regina&lt;/a&gt; in the Jesuit Volunteers Philippines Foundation, Inc (JVPFI) office. I really wanted to curse that meeting since it was supposed to be five hours. And just when I was about to give in to the urge of picking up my things and leaving go back to my office somewhere at seminary drive,&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/2173314"&gt;Jemelyn&lt;/a&gt; started singing I Seek you for I thirst ( from BP 1992 Balang Araw Album). I suddenly turned to look at her but I did not look disgusted as everyone would have expected. Instead, I was extremely fascinated that someone shared the same love for the Balang Araw album like I had when I was in Grade five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we ended up singing a few parts of God of Silence and If I Could Touch You. And believe me, it wasn’t just singing. You could see the kunot on our foreheads and our heads moved to the rhythm. It’s been a while since I felt like BP #1 FAN. Not that I still I am. I just missed the feeling since I knew the lyrics of all bp songs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-8531189776350469469?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.bukaspalad.com/' title='Open Palm'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/8531189776350469469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=8531189776350469469&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/8531189776350469469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/8531189776350469469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/01/open-palm.html' title='Open Palm'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-6429596198727702053</id><published>2007-01-18T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T14:56:37.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Koreanovela Princess Hours (Goong) =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="430" height="389" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://s120.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid120.photobucket.com/albums/o196/lzcl/princesshour.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KRSZTJClw4A"&gt;for more click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABSCBN just released a tagalog version of Perhaps Love aka "Sarang In Ga Yo" by Howl &amp; J performed by Christian Bautista and Rachell Ann Go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must say the rendition and translation's good =) you'll get to hear a short part of it in this plug =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the song's Korean lyrics with its English and Filipino translations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KOREAN (SARANG IN GA YO)&lt;br /&gt;you can download the original version here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oohh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhn jeh yuht duhn guhn jee gee uhk nah jeen ah nah&lt;br /&gt;jah kkoon nae muh ree gah nuh roh uh jee ruhp duhn shee jahk&lt;br /&gt;hahn doo buhn ssheek dduh oh reu duhn saeng gahk&lt;br /&gt;jah kkoo neul uh gah suh joh geum dang hwang seu ruh oon ee mah eum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byuhl eel ee ah neel soo eet dah goh&lt;br /&gt;sah soh hahn mah eum ee rah goh&lt;br /&gt;nae gah neh geh jah koo (neh geh jah koo)&lt;br /&gt;mahl eul hah neun geh uh saek hahn guhl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarang een gah yo&lt;br /&gt;geu dae nah wah gaht dah myuhn shee jahk een gah yo&lt;br /&gt;mahm ee jah koo geu dael sarang hahn dae yo&lt;br /&gt;ohn seh sang ee deud doh rohk soh ree chee neh yo&lt;br /&gt;wae ee jeh yah deul lee jyoh~ OOH~&lt;br /&gt;suh rohl mahn nah gee wee hae ee jeh yah sarang chah jaht dah goh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jee geum nae mah eum eul suhl myung hah ryuh hae doh&lt;br /&gt;nee gah nae gah dweh uh mahm eul neu kkee neun bang buhp ppoong een deh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ee mee nahn nee ahn eh eet neun guhl&lt;br /&gt;nae ahn eh nee gah eet deu shee&lt;br /&gt;oo reen suh roh eh geh (suh roh eh geh)&lt;br /&gt;ee mee geel deul yuh jeen jee mohl lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarang een gah yo geu dae nah wah gaht dah myuhn shee jahk een gah yo&lt;br /&gt;mahm ee jah koo geu dael sarang hahn dae yo&lt;br /&gt;ohn seh sang ee deud doh rohk soh ree chee neh yo&lt;br /&gt;wae ee jeh yah deul lee jyoh~ OOH~&lt;br /&gt;suh rohl mahn nah gee wee hae ee jeh yah sarang chah jaht dah goh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saeng gahk hae boh myuhn (saeng gahk hae boh myuhn) mah neun soon gahn sohk eh (sohk eh)&lt;br /&gt;uhl mah nah mah neun (YEAH~) suhl leh eem ee ssuht neun jee&lt;br /&gt;joh geum neu jeun geu mahn keum nahn duh jahl hae jool kkeh yo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahm kkeh hahl kkeh yo choo uhk ee dwehl gee uhk mahn suhl mool&lt;br /&gt;hahl kkeh yo&lt;br /&gt;dah sheen nae gyuh teh suh dduh nah jee mah yo&lt;br /&gt;jjahl beun soon gahn joh chah doh bool ahn hahn guhl yo&lt;br /&gt;nae geh muh mool luh jwuh yo~ OOH~&lt;br /&gt;geu dael ee ruh geh mah nee (geu toh rohk mah nee)&lt;br /&gt;sarang hah goh ee ssuh yo (geu dae yuh yah mahn) ee mee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH (PERHAPS LOVE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oohh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when it all started&lt;br /&gt;When my head became dizzy with thoughts of you&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts would often pop up in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I feel anxious as my heart expands towards you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nothing…it's just a little thing&lt;br /&gt;Your words are awkward to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it love? If you feel the same way, is it a beginning?&lt;br /&gt;My heart keeps saying it loves you&lt;br /&gt;It screams out for the whole world to hear&lt;br /&gt;Why has it taken so long for me to hear it?&lt;br /&gt;We've finally met…finally found love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wanted to show you how I feel&lt;br /&gt;The only way would be for you to become me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already inside of you&lt;br /&gt;Just like you're inside of me&lt;br /&gt;To each other [to each other]&lt;br /&gt;We may already be too accustomed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it love? If you feel the same way, is it a beginning?&lt;br /&gt;My heart keeps saying it loves you&lt;br /&gt;It screams out for the whole world to hear&lt;br /&gt;Why has it taken so long for me to hear it?&lt;br /&gt;We've finally met…finally found love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about it [when I think about it]&lt;br /&gt;I realize how many moments there were when my heart trembled&lt;br /&gt;I'll try as harder as I was late in realizing my feelings&lt;br /&gt;I'll be with you, I'll only give you fond memories&lt;br /&gt;Please don't ever leave me again&lt;br /&gt;Even the shortest moments without you make me uneasy&lt;br /&gt;Please stay by me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already love you so much (you're the only one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FILIPINO (PAG-IBIG NA KAYA?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oohh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi na maalala pa’no nagsimula&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ang laging nasa isip ko bawat araw&lt;br /&gt;Laging ikaw aking nakikita&lt;br /&gt;Ano ba ang nadarama ko&lt;br /&gt;tuwing ikaw ay kasama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganyan din ang nadarama ko&lt;br /&gt;Tuwing ika’y lalapit sa akin&lt;br /&gt;Ako’y parang natutulala&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko malaman ang sasabihin ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag-ibig na kaya?&lt;br /&gt;Pareho ang nadarama, ito ba ay simula?&lt;br /&gt;’Di na mapipigilan, pag-ibig nga ito&lt;br /&gt;Sana’y ’di matapos ang nadaramang ito&lt;br /&gt;Pag-ibig nga kaya ito? (Pag-ibig nga kaya ito?)&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh&lt;br /&gt;’Pagkat nararamdaman pag-ibig ating natagpuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malalaman mo lang ang nararamdaman&lt;br /&gt;Kung ako ay magiging ikaw&lt;br /&gt;Damdamin nati’y magsama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laman ng puso ko’y ganyan din&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ay narito na sa akin&lt;br /&gt;‘Di ko hahayaang mawalay&lt;br /&gt;Dito ka sa aking piling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag-ibig na kaya?&lt;br /&gt;Pareho ang nadarama, ito ba ay simula?&lt;br /&gt;’Di na mapipigilan, pag-ibig nga ito&lt;br /&gt;Sana’y ’di matapos ang nadaramang ito&lt;br /&gt;Pag-ibig nga kaya ito? (Pag-ibig nga kaya ito?) Ooohh&lt;br /&gt;’Pagkat nararamdaman pag-ibig natagpuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gagawin lahat (gagawin lahat)&lt;br /&gt;Upang ’di magkalayo (upang ’di magkalayo)&lt;br /&gt;Nandito lang ako ’di kita iiwan&lt;br /&gt;Kahit sandali hindi ko papayagan&lt;br /&gt;Mawalay ka sa akin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag-ibig na kaya?&lt;br /&gt;Pareho ang nadarama, ito ba ay simula?&lt;br /&gt;’Di na mapipigilan, pag-ibig nga ito&lt;br /&gt;Sana’y ’di matapos ang nadaramang ito&lt;br /&gt;Pag-ibig nga kaya ito? (Pag-ibig nga kaya ito?) Ooohh&lt;br /&gt;’Pagkat nararamdaman&lt;br /&gt;Pag-ibig natin na natagpuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goong is a romantic drama that begins with the premise that modern Korea is a constitutional monarchy with a king. It then sets the story of a noble crown prince (Shin Goon) and an ordinary school girl (Shin Chaegyung) who were pledged to be married to each other against their will. The story becomes more interesting as they discover along the way how much they love each other =)&lt;br /&gt;i’ve just finished watching the 24 episodes of the koreanovela Princess Hours (Goong) a few weeks ago, and I must say it’s one of the best koreanovelas i’ve ever seen =) The production, the actors, not to mention the Cinderella love story were enough to make me watch the series all over again (i’m on my third round of viewing now) =P&lt;br /&gt;I highly recommend you watch this series with someone =) wehehe the sweet scenes might make you swoon and it might be hard to get kilig alone ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, for those who haven't seen it, maybe you'll like it as much as i did =)&lt;br /&gt;wehehe for those peeps who've seen this, what can you say about it? ;o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-6429596198727702053?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/6429596198727702053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=6429596198727702053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/6429596198727702053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/6429596198727702053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/01/koreanovela-princess-hours-goong.html' title='Koreanovela Princess Hours (Goong) =)'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-3241114568763565102</id><published>2007-01-18T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T12:10:36.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A CREDO For my relationship with others</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Ra7wf0wkYwI/AAAAAAAAAPw/qCV-Ez2lO58/s1600-h/aaaa.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Ra7wf0wkYwI/AAAAAAAAAPw/qCV-Ez2lO58/s320/aaaa.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021215064093647618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned on my Computer and logged on &lt;a href="http://mail.lycos.com/lycos/Index.lycos"&gt;Lycos&lt;/a&gt;,then got an e-mail from &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/1253969"&gt;ate naya&lt;/a&gt;,the email was all about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I are in a relationship which I value and want to keep. Yet each of us is a separate person with his own unique needs and the right to meet those needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are having problems meeting your needs, I will try to listen with genuine acceptance in order to facilitate your findings your own solutions instead depending on mine, I also will try to respect your right to choose your own beliefs and develop your own values, different though they may be from mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when your behavior interferes with what I must do to get my own needs met, I will openly and honestly tell you how your behavior affects me, trusting that you respect my needs and feelings enough to try change the behavior that is unacceptable to me. Also, whenever some behavior of mine is unacceptable to you, I hope you will openly and honestly tell me your feelings. I will then listen and try to change my behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At those times when we find that neither of us cannot change his behavior to meet other’s losing. I respect your needs, but I also must respect my own. So let us always strive to search for a solution that will be acceptable to both of us. Your needs will be met, but so will be mine – neither will lose; both will win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this way, you can continue to develop as a person through satisfying your needs, but so can I, Thus a course your needs but so can I. Thus, ours can be a healthy relationship in which each of us can strive to become what he is capable of being. And can continue to relate to each other with mutual respect, love and peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Thomas Gordon, Ph.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all need someone who can listen to journey with us in our pain. Most often we receive people who feel obligated to give and advice without really understanding what we are going through. This is why some people stop disclosing altogether. “What’s” the point? “Some would say, “Nobody really understands.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too many of us really listen. Yet the main ingredient in a therapeutic relationship lies precisely in our ability to listen, not just with our hearts, but with our total being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good therapist knows full well that active, emphatic listening is at the heart of the healing process. When I listen to you I am giving you freedom of speech. I am saying in effect: go ahead; it’s okay to feel that way and to report it to me. And my freeing you from your fear and hesitancy is a great gift to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-3241114568763565102?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/3241114568763565102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=3241114568763565102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/3241114568763565102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/3241114568763565102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/01/credo-for-my-relationship-with-others.html' title='A CREDO For my relationship with others'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/Ra7wf0wkYwI/AAAAAAAAAPw/qCV-Ez2lO58/s72-c/aaaa.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-5285061918530908466</id><published>2007-01-17T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T18:13:18.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's a Small World"</title><content type='html'>I got this from &lt;a href="http://matrioshka.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anjeline Eloisa&lt;/a&gt; Seriously, this is very funny and mature at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your results:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;You are &lt;FONT SIZE=6&gt;Riddler&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;TABLE&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Riddler&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=81&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 81%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Kingpin&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=73&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 73%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Apocalypse&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=71&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 71%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Lex Luthor&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=69&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 69%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Magneto&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=69&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 69%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Mystique&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=68&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 68%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Mr. Freeze&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=67&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 67%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Dr. Doom&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=66&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 66%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Venom&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=63&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 63%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Poison Ivy&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=61&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 61%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;The Joker&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=56&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 56%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Green Goblin&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=52&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 52%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Juggernaut&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=52&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 52%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Dark Phoenix&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=50&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 50%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Catwoman&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=45&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 45%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Two-Face&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=28&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 28%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD WIDTH="250"&gt;Riddle me that, riddle me this, who is obsessed with having a battle of wits??&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/villain/pics/riddler.jpg"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/villain"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to take the "Which Super Villain are you?" quiz...&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-5285061918530908466?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/5285061918530908466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=5285061918530908466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/5285061918530908466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/5285061918530908466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-small-world.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s a Small World&quot;'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-3648077761944606157</id><published>2007-01-17T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T14:11:30.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geek speak'/><title type='text'>When would it reach the Philippine market?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JdsNUtHRPXQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JdsNUtHRPXQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that it's going to be available in the US by June this year. Europe by December &amp; early 2008 in Asia. That is such a long time! Plus, I would want to buy the 2nd generation release. If you see the video of the sms feature on the apple site, it's really cool! It’s almost kinda like chatting. text balloons appear for the sender and the receiver =) but I guess gone are the 4-line dot-matrix days of nokia where you can send quotes with character images and it would appear the same way on almost every Nokia phone.. The only thing I like about Nokia now is the camera of their new N-series.. But it's being rapidly surpassed by the likes of Sony Ericsson and others.. I wonder how the 2 mega pixel camera of the iPhone will fare.. Hopefully, by the time I get back, 5 mega pixel camera phones will be the mainstream ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-3648077761944606157?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.apple.com/iphone/' title='When would it reach the Philippine market?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/3648077761944606157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=3648077761944606157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/3648077761944606157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/3648077761944606157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/01/when-would-it-reach-philippine-market.html' title='When would it reach the Philippine market?'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-3687983861803678227</id><published>2007-01-14T05:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T05:07:48.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plain and Simple Nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RalJekwkYuI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ln2rbJBd4lI/s1600-h/hyper.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RalJekwkYuI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ln2rbJBd4lI/s400/hyper.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019624049293419234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night, i was having this dream. More like a nightmare actually. Also it was the first time i actually was SCREAMING when I woke up. That never happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember in the beginning there five of us in a revo. and one of them turned out to be a she-devil or something. And she was after me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the rest of the dream she was trying to kill me and nobody was around to help me! And she was EVERYWHERE and I couldn't run away from her. There were several times where she almost killed me. omg. She was the scariest thing i have ever seen. Once I was at the top of a building and i jumped off the side just so she couldn't kill me. I survived but she was at the bottom waiting for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tried hiding from her. And just imagine silent hill with the dude with the big knife and that lady at the verge of getting killed. That’s how it was. And then miraculously i had a bat. And so i went after her and just took a hit right at her head. i could have sworn by the way i hit her so hard her head would have snapped off. But she just fell to the ground. And i started beating her face till it was mulch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when i was just about to walk out of the building, i heard a scream, and she was running after me again! her face was back to normal. so i ran out of the building and then i saw that there were people again! so i tried calling out for help.. but it only came out as a whisper. i tried again.. still a whisper. so i shouted as loud as i could... and that's when i woke up screaming for help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was freaky. i thought the screaming thing only happened in the movies. i guess not... it actually happens. i wasn't sweaty or anything. but i screamed. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RalJ-EwkYvI/AAAAAAAAAPg/NopZ86uwNOk/s1600-h/thoughtful.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RalJ-EwkYvI/AAAAAAAAAPg/NopZ86uwNOk/s400/thoughtful.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019624590459298546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-3687983861803678227?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/3687983861803678227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=3687983861803678227&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/3687983861803678227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/3687983861803678227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/01/plain-and-simple-nightmare.html' title='Plain and Simple Nightmare'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RalJekwkYuI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ln2rbJBd4lI/s72-c/hyper.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-9144994410739946805</id><published>2007-01-13T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T05:15:20.600+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feel good movie'/><title type='text'>Everybody is "Kasali and" Kasalo" in this "Kasal", No formal invitation necessary</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d4lbSU8dW_g"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d4lbSU8dW_g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had every intention of writing a review after I saw the movie &lt;a href="http://thinbastard.livejournal.com/60214.html?mode=reply"&gt;“KKK"&lt;/a&gt; last week, but it’s hard to write a review when you have so much opinion.Like many Filipinos, I particularly enjoyed watching this movie. When the lights went up in the theater, I turned to my friend &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chaye&lt;/span&gt;, the girl who has her books catalogued in her laptop, who thinks &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magic_89.9"&gt;Joe D'Mango’s&lt;/a&gt; theories are common conversation fare, and who can argue the social significance of a piece of cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So,” I asked, “Did you enjoy it?”&lt;br /&gt;“Uh. I agree with you it was feel good movie.”&lt;br /&gt;The movie is already being talked about. Those who have seen the &lt;a href="http://thinbastard.livejournal.com/60214.html?mode=reply"&gt;“KKK”&lt;/a&gt; are one in saying; they had won the people’s heart. Juday – Ryan fans won’t be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a whole I learned a lot from &lt;a href="http://www.abs-cbnnews.com/storypage.aspx?StoryId=62669"&gt;“Kasal, Kasali, Kasalo”&lt;/a&gt; and I’m sure my readers would agree to me that “one is that couple’s problem should stay within just the two of them. It shouldn’t leak to anyone else. It’s always between you and your partner and not you and your surrounding. If you want a messy marriage then just spread your problems. For a quiet life, settle your differences together peacefully. Communication as a key to ironing out relationship that wrinkles. Couples should find time to talk which is an integral part of a relationship because it always results to better understanding of each other".  I’m speaking like I’m married. hehe, that’s nice. Probably ten years from now then I’ll have my own children of course with my special someone, I’m sure that time both of us are out of rat race.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-9144994410739946805?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://thinbastard.livejournal.com/60214.html' title='Everybody is &quot;Kasali and&quot; Kasalo&quot; in this &quot;Kasal&quot;, No formal invitation necessary'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/9144994410739946805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=9144994410739946805&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/9144994410739946805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/9144994410739946805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/01/everybody-is-kasali-and-kasalo-in-this.html' title='Everybody is &quot;Kasali and&quot; Kasalo&quot; in this &quot;Kasal&quot;, No formal invitation necessary'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-2786182669818219459</id><published>2007-01-13T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T01:53:48.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thumbs Down</title><content type='html'>Manila Bay above and Laguna de Bay below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RafK_0wkYtI/AAAAAAAAAPI/a_UoYh6PGsU/s1600-h/manila.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RafK_0wkYtI/AAAAAAAAAPI/a_UoYh6PGsU/s320/manila.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019203507570631378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the nice things about traveling is the amenities one gets on board an airline. Especially when you’re in business class and first class, the amenities are an absolute delight ~ excellent wine and cuisine, marvelous service (so much pampering!), the multiple entertainment system, atbp. Because competition in the air travel industry is so fierce, the airlines try to out do one another with more and new amenities. They try to lure business class and first class passengers with their executive lounges at the airports, offering more luxurious facilities, superb cuisine, electronic devices geared for traveling business men, atbp. All of which are designed to make traveling as one would say ~ worth trip.&lt;br /&gt;I’m so disappointed to another airline which I had the misfortune to taking recently on a trip to Australia. The airline used to be my favorite since I especially like their in-flight service and food… that is until, I took it to Australia in economy class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our flight was the very first in the morning, virtually at dawn, out of NAIA. Of course, I was expecting to get breakfast in flight. Dear, dear, talk about expectations! Evidently, there is a world of difference between business class and economy class on the airline. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we got was a tuna sandwich in a bun, a macaroni salad and a choice of beverage –juice, soda, coffee or tea. The tuna in the sandwich evidently had been prepared the night before. It was dry, tasteless and had no mayonnaise or anything to ease our pain.&lt;br /&gt;We had coffee which was okay except that…refills? Forget it. The attendants were nowhere in sight until it was time to collect the trays.&lt;br /&gt;Our flight home was at the dinner hour. Dinner was…guess what?... a sandwich bun (same as breakfast) which stewardess said was “tuna” but tasteless suspiciously of canned sardines which I didn’t eat because I don’t like it. And yes, I didn’t bother to look for refills of my sprite.&lt;br /&gt;Airlines have been cutting corners to reduce operation costs – and I don’t blame them. But I think economy class passengers also have right to a decent hot meal. Those fares aren’t exactly cheap, you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RafKzkwkYsI/AAAAAAAAAPA/7ijFmOIpBYU/s1600-h/wings.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RafKzkwkYsI/AAAAAAAAAPA/7ijFmOIpBYU/s320/wings.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019203297117233858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-2786182669818219459?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/2786182669818219459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=2786182669818219459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/2786182669818219459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/2786182669818219459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/01/thumbs-down.html' title='Thumbs Down'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RafK_0wkYtI/AAAAAAAAAPI/a_UoYh6PGsU/s72-c/manila.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-1126399142489364323</id><published>2007-01-12T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T15:49:20.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is tempered by tough choices you make.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Scholastic Strength Is Innovating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoumajorinquiz/innovating.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the master of new ideas, techniques, and ways of looking at things.&lt;br /&gt;You are talented at structuring thoughts, decision making, clarifying, and making deadlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should major in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marketing&lt;br /&gt;Psychology&lt;br /&gt;Desgin&lt;br /&gt;Cognitive Science &lt;br /&gt;Economics&lt;br /&gt;Photography&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatshouldyoumajorinquiz/"&gt;What Should You Major In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let your course dictate your life. Your course doesn’t dictate who or what you will become. A friend who took up chemistry is now making a good living in advertising. I know a psychology graduate who is running her own business, a management engineering who became a Jesuit priest, a nurse who decided to open a flower farm. Your future is waiting and you get to decide what it will be.   And there’s good news – you always, always have a choice. Be wary of those who say you don’t. Their imaginations are thin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-1126399142489364323?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/1126399142489364323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=1126399142489364323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/1126399142489364323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/1126399142489364323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/01/your-scholastic-strength-is-innovating.html' title='Life is tempered by tough choices you make.'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-491722963133255726</id><published>2007-01-11T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T15:06:34.117+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marketing communications'/><title type='text'>Advetising. Your Right to Choose</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" src="http://grouper.com/mtg/mtgPlayer.swf?v=1.7" width="400" height="325" quality="high" scale="noScale" FlashVars="vurl=http%3a%2f%2fgrouper.com%2frss%2fflv.ashx%3fid%3d965221%26rf%3d-1&amp;vfver=8&amp;ap=0&amp;extid=-1" wmode="window" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know better! There's one thing this symbol stands for - and only one. And the reasons you know that is because advertising really works. The more people know about the product, the more people likely to buy it. And the more of those product someone sells, the less they have to charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advertising creates awareness and stimulates competition, which increases our choice and decreases costs. You win both ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-491722963133255726?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/491722963133255726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=491722963133255726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/491722963133255726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/491722963133255726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/01/truth-in-advertizing.html' title='Advetising. Your Right to Choose'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-8804533771648711302</id><published>2007-01-09T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T02:45:18.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BP U.S. Tour 2006</title><content type='html'>Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.bukaspalad.com/"&gt;Ate Sheerin C.&lt;/a&gt; miss yah!!!! hope to see you soon!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e2a2giSwmOU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e2a2giSwmOU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-8804533771648711302?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/8804533771648711302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=8804533771648711302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/8804533771648711302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/8804533771648711302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/01/bp-us-tour-2006.html' title='BP U.S. Tour 2006'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-4254935509821464383</id><published>2007-01-07T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T16:30:19.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you date someone very famous?</title><content type='html'>Yes, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. But when we’re talking about the pretty faces you see in media, their kind of beauty will pop the eyes out of any beholder’s head. Let’s face it; they’re beautiful for a living. They get paid to look like a million bucks, and they make all the guys ‘head spin because of it. Any and every boy out there would give their right arm to date a supermodel, an actress, or a beauty queen. Or would they? While it is fun to imagine (to the guy point of view) what it would be like to have a model dropped on their arms, it’s not necessarily a lifestyle every guy would like to lead. Believe it or not, a surprisingly large number of boys would still choose to end up with a friend, a neighbor, or the girl next door. Ordinary girls still have a lot of things going for them when compared to high – profile ladies, and a lot of cases will prove that point. How, you ask? Well, let’s see…&lt;br /&gt;1. Guys want someone they can be themselves with. &lt;br /&gt;If a guy had the chance to take a supermodel out on a date, chances are they wouldn’t bring them to a Jollibee or McDonald. It just wouldn’t be right, right? But the majority of guys want someone who’ll they can have fun with. They want someone naughty and nice type. Someone who’s exciting not boring, and crazy enough to make him laugh. And nice would mean who wouldn’t cheat on him.&lt;br /&gt;2. Friendship is more important than looks. &lt;br /&gt;A boy between on the age of 22-30 actually has the means to bring a celebrity lady out on a date. What would they end up talking about? They’d probably end up laboring over small talk regarding careers, politics, fashion and gadgets, while the guy tries to get the hang of what Ms. Celebrity is into. Whereas if he simply a dated a long time friend, he wouldn’t have to worry about anything, because they’re already familiar with each other’s habits, like, and dislikes. So what would a guy choose? The answer’s pretty obvious, don’t you think?&lt;br /&gt;3. The recognition factor can be a bit too much. &lt;br /&gt;These are models, after all, whose faces are plastered on TVs, posters, and billboards everywhere. So if the guy walks around with one, most, if not all, eyes will be on him and his hot date. Some guys may like the attention, but others will wilt under the intense spot light. To keep something quiet, everything has to be low –key. Besides, can you imagine how weird it could get when your date’s enlarged face is grinning at you from across the road?&lt;br /&gt;4. Guys do like to feel secure. &lt;br /&gt;These ladies look hot and probably (make that definitely) make more money than him. It’s hard for a guy to maintain his self – image and keep his cool when he’s with someone whose smile puts out a million megawatts and who seems as well- known as the pope.&lt;br /&gt;5. Work can get in the way. &lt;br /&gt;When you go out with someone who looks good for a living, you have to put up with the hectic lifestyle that goes with it as well. These ladies are at the becks and call of their chosen profession, so it’s not impossible that their guys won’t see them for weeks or even months at a time ~ and there’s nothing they can do about it. Guys need their significant others around (although they’ll rarely admit it), so why would they go for someone who probably wont be around most of the time?&lt;br /&gt;At the end of it all, what guys look for is someone with a great personality and who’s not afraid to be herself no matter what. There are probably a lot of celebrity chicks like that, but these ladies will always have an image to nurture and protect ~ and that may be a hindrance. Ordinary girls, on the other hand, have the advantage of not having to live up to someone else’s standards, and so they can be themselves 24/7. A high – profile lady will probably worry so much about her looks that she’ll spend an eternity in the powder room trying to get that “just right” look. The friend or girl – next – door probably won’t be as high-maintenance as a society girl, so that’s an immediate plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RaCvX4-rQzI/AAAAAAAAAO0/scfSaRisVyg/s1600-h/34130712154889l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RaCvX4-rQzI/AAAAAAAAAO0/scfSaRisVyg/s400/34130712154889l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017202809857852210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheesy flare shot! I love him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-4254935509821464383?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/4254935509821464383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=4254935509821464383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/4254935509821464383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/4254935509821464383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/01/would-you-date-someone-very-famous.html' title='Would you date someone very famous?'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RaCvX4-rQzI/AAAAAAAAAO0/scfSaRisVyg/s72-c/34130712154889l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-3779655534829464652</id><published>2007-01-06T01:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T03:36:36.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R Lashes out, But Does C Take the Bait?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RZ6Gf4-rQxI/AAAAAAAAAOc/xoMKzszk2Dc/s1600-h/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RZ6Gf4-rQxI/AAAAAAAAAOc/xoMKzszk2Dc/s400/c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016594917366645522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re Late, I snapped at &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; as he approached. Not ten seconds ago. I watched a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tanya&lt;/span&gt;, a girl from somewhere, passed him by as he walked in our direction. She chatted him up for a good minute, and then touched his arm before saying goodbye, flashing him her most winning smile. He watched her walk away before approaching us, taking his sweet time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he was 1 hour and 15 minutes late, and we had missed the Kasal, Kasali, Kasalo (KKK) movie we had wanted to see. Chaye and I were excited to see this movie, and C and his friend Alien had reluctantly agreed to come watch with us if we treated them to &lt;a href="http://www.dusit.com"&gt;Fiesta San Miguel&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Really sorry,” &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; said, apologetic. We called your &lt;a href="http://www.mobile-review.com/phonemodels/lg/lg-ke800-en.shtml"&gt;LG KE800&lt;/a&gt; , you were asleep.” I was trying to remember whether &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; thought &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tanya&lt;/span&gt; was cute.” Don’t you have clocks?” I said dryly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chaye&lt;/span&gt; looked at me sharply “It’s no problem, hehehe! We’re good, we’re okay. We’re watching &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kasal,_Kasali,_Kasalo"&gt;KKK&lt;/a&gt;,” she declared as she steered all of us towards the ticket booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dude, you’re gonna be the end of me,” &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Alien&lt;/span&gt; complained to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;C &lt;/span&gt;behind me. “&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kasal,_Kasali,_Kasalo"&gt;Juday and Ryan film&lt;/a&gt;?! I wanted a no-brainer afternoon!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to him and laughed. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Alien&lt;/span&gt; was rather cute, in a slacker – rebel-devil-may-care sort of way. “I know! I wanted to pick up hip lingo and ogle at pretty clothes,” I confessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;C &lt;/span&gt;looked at &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Alien&lt;/span&gt; and then at me and glowered, “What are you talking about? You live for stupid culture! You couldn’t forgive me for sleeping through lost in translation!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him a fake smile. “Well, that’s not the only time you got in trouble for napping, now is it?” I said, sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;C &lt;/span&gt;gave me a deep bored look before ignoring me. “&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tanya&lt;/span&gt; was looking awfully cute, wasn’t she?” he asked &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Alien&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Alien&lt;/span&gt; shrugged. “So &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;, do you like &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sharon Cuneta&lt;/span&gt;?” he asked me, ignoring him. I was really beginning to like this &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Alien&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down next to him in the theater only to have &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; plop down beside me to my right. I leaned back in a huff and squished C’s arm behind me as he was passing &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Alien&lt;/span&gt; some potato chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oww!” he cried out.” If you wanted to get back at me for something, assault is not the way to go, you know?” he whispered in my ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, witty, sarcastic, and dry dialogue might not work either” cause I’m not sure you won’t sleep through that,” I whispered back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the movie, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Alien &lt;/span&gt;was chatty, which I enjoyed. I laughed and agreed with all of his observations, conscious of the fact that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;C &lt;/span&gt;was sulking beside me, stuffing his face with potato chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the movie ended, it was drizzling out. We’d had merienda, and we were ready to head home. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Alien’s&lt;/span&gt; dad’s car swung by, and we bid him goodbye. “Had a really fun time,” I called out after him. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; rolled his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chaye&lt;/span&gt; was going to take me home, and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; was staying behind to have dinner at the mall with his boss. I’ll go look for the driver; he might be sleeping in the car. We’ll swing by for you!” she advised, already out in the pavement, with the mall guard holding out an umbrella for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;, the image of him checking out &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tanya&lt;/span&gt; as she walked away, all but erased from my memory.” I’m going after her, I know where we’re parked,” I said stepping out into the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind me, I head him groan in frustration. The next thing I knew, he was walking beside me, stripping off his jacket and holding it up over my head so I wouldn’t get wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’ll get sick,” he explained quietly.&lt;br /&gt;“Get in here with me,” I said.&lt;br /&gt;“It’s not big enough, you’ll get wet.”&lt;br /&gt;“Please,” I pleaded. We’ll fit.”&lt;br /&gt;And we did. And we walked in silence, his arm around me , his hand over my head , and my heart in my throat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-3779655534829464652?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/3779655534829464652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=3779655534829464652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/3779655534829464652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/3779655534829464652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='R Lashes out, But Does C Take the Bait?'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RZ6Gf4-rQxI/AAAAAAAAAOc/xoMKzszk2Dc/s72-c/c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-7728512539169945177</id><published>2007-01-05T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T01:12:05.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you Say "Genuis!"? Ewwww</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RZ6G2I-rQyI/AAAAAAAAAOo/R8ZRAun1RnI/s1600-h/me+jescomm.seminary+drive.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RZ6G2I-rQyI/AAAAAAAAAOo/R8ZRAun1RnI/s400/me+jescomm.seminary+drive.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016595299618734882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;English Genius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      You scored 78% Beginner, 78% Intermediate, 80% Advanced,  and 80% Expert!&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      You did so extremely well, even &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; can't find a word to describe your excellence! You have the uncommon intelligence necessary to understand things that most people don't. You have an extensive vocabulary, and you're not afraid to use it properly! Way to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for taking my test. I hope you enjoyed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the complete Answer Key, visit my blog: http://shortredhead78.blogspot.com/.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span id="comparisonarea"&gt;My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="149"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;0%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Beginner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="149"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;0%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Intermediate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="149"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;0%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Advanced&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="149"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;99%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Expert&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding=20&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=14457200288064322170'&gt;The Commonly Confused Words Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/profile?u=shortredhead78'&gt;shortredhead78&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a  href='http://www.okcupid.com'&gt;OkCupid Free Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;, home of the &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/online.dating.persona.test'&gt;The Dating Persona Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English language hehehe...... That is Filipino hospitality. The language we speak is not innate; we learn it and we choose it. I'm not saying that we should never speak English. In fact, it is okay to speak that language for as long as we do not 'stupidize' ourselves in Filipino. Filipinos think Filipino is stupid. They even try to sound 'conio' so that people can say that they don't know Filipino because it's 'so jologs.' English is far better because it is 'cool.' Less people know it compared to Tagalog. And at the same time, it shows that you are educated. But what is all that if you lose your own identity in the process. We always try to be someone who we are not. We want to be western. Yet, we stay eastern. We stay Filipino.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-7728512539169945177?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/7728512539169945177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=7728512539169945177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/7728512539169945177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/7728512539169945177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/01/oddly-expert-you-scored-71-beginner-57.html' title='Can you Say &quot;Genuis!&quot;? Ewwww'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RZ6G2I-rQyI/AAAAAAAAAOo/R8ZRAun1RnI/s72-c/me+jescomm.seminary+drive.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-4691624159862162099</id><published>2007-01-04T13:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T14:07:47.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers to us!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RZyMPmIsFwI/AAAAAAAAAOE/2SRsmhQOv9Y/s1600-h/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RZyMPmIsFwI/AAAAAAAAAOE/2SRsmhQOv9Y/s400/c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016038284546807554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 is just a memory now. And I like what my father said about the stuff that happened last year. Months or years from now, although those memories will probably remain, the feelings attached to them won't. By then, you'd be able to look back at all those events with a rational mind and you'd probably go, "what the hell was I thinking?" or "why the hell did I even cry about that?" haha. And you'll just laugh at it all and be happy that these things happened because you learn from them, grow from them and become a better person because of them. These experiences serve to better equip you for whatever other things may come your way the next year and all the other years after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...its the 4th day of New Year and you are probably thinking of things you can start doing ~ or dropping altogether. Here are a few tips for you my dear readers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Believe that your problems aren’t setbacks but are opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;2. Live everyday as if it were your last.&lt;br /&gt;3. Get a gift for someone for no reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;4. Don’t be afraid to make a fool of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;5. Buy a Christmas gift earlier.&lt;br /&gt;6. Save a portion of your earnings in the bank.&lt;br /&gt;7. Make a wish and make it come true.&lt;br /&gt;8. Buy a world map and mark all the countries you want to go.&lt;br /&gt;9. Go to a corner of the city that you’ve never explored before.&lt;br /&gt;10. Give notes of appreciation to your loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;11. Write to the person you idolize..      Take a long walk.&lt;br /&gt;l2. Smile at Stranger.&lt;br /&gt;13. Keep a box of really good chocolates in your fridge for emergency purpose.&lt;br /&gt;14. Buy a coloring book and crayons and use them as therapy.&lt;br /&gt;15. Get enough sleep. Your body will thank you for it.&lt;br /&gt;16. Go to the doctor for a full check –up.&lt;br /&gt;17. Join a retreat.&lt;br /&gt;18. Do not tell a single white lie for at least 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;19. Walk around your house blind folded to help you appreciate gift of sight.&lt;br /&gt;20. Create your own website.&lt;br /&gt;21. Look up your childhood sweetheart just to see how much he or she has changed.&lt;br /&gt;22. Be vocal about your views.&lt;br /&gt;23. Write poetry. Who cares if it’s bad?&lt;br /&gt;24. Be patient with people around you.&lt;br /&gt;25. Count your Blessings.&lt;br /&gt;26. Let go of all your pain.&lt;br /&gt;27. Do not waste energy on hatred and anger.&lt;br /&gt;28. Watch the sunset. Watch the sun rise.&lt;br /&gt;29. Talk to your plants and animals.&lt;br /&gt;30. Play charades with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;31. Fill your room with balloons.&lt;br /&gt;32.     Stare at yourself in the mirror and memorize every detail of your face–every        line, every mole.&lt;br /&gt;33. List down quotes that strike you in a notebook.&lt;br /&gt;34. Make a list of the things you are grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;35. Let a friend cry on your shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;36. Mend broken friendship.&lt;br /&gt;37. Realize that being alone isn’t synonymous with being lonely.&lt;br /&gt;38. Have traditional Filipino children’s party complete with pabitin, palayok, sweet spaghetti and hotdogs with marshmallows no matter how old you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's back to reality for me.  I'm here at work, stealing a few minutes from my paid time by digressing from my routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I wish everybody a fabulous 2007! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-4691624159862162099?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/4691624159862162099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=4691624159862162099&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/4691624159862162099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/4691624159862162099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/01/cheers-to-us.html' title='Cheers to us!!!'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RZyMPmIsFwI/AAAAAAAAAOE/2SRsmhQOv9Y/s72-c/c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-1608270281858110041</id><published>2007-01-02T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T12:43:38.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>different actions of my dogs</title><content type='html'>woody at sala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RZs0WGIsFvI/AAAAAAAAANo/2Bfl1T8dCio/s1600-h/chela3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RZs0WGIsFvI/AAAAAAAAANo/2Bfl1T8dCio/s400/chela3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015660164216002290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chela sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RZs0FmIsFuI/AAAAAAAAANg/yqAcemwH5GQ/s1600-h/chela4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RZs0FmIsFuI/AAAAAAAAANg/yqAcemwH5GQ/s400/chela4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015659880748160738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chela sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RZszvWIsFtI/AAAAAAAAANY/DyfrjlnxvNk/s1600-h/chela2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RZszvWIsFtI/AAAAAAAAANY/DyfrjlnxvNk/s400/chela2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015659498496071378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kacy stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RZszb2IsFsI/AAAAAAAAANQ/N36LuA0s5GA/s1600-h/chela.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RZszb2IsFsI/AAAAAAAAANQ/N36LuA0s5GA/s400/chela.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015659163488622274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bf and his tammy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RZszFmIsFrI/AAAAAAAAANI/pynXqy5F9k0/s1600-h/c+and+his+doggy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RZszFmIsFrI/AAAAAAAAANI/pynXqy5F9k0/s400/c+and+his+doggy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015658781236532914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chelo what are you doing in Cervini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RZo_fWIsFqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/yBnmZZo7JfU/s1600-h/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RZo_fWIsFqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/yBnmZZo7JfU/s400/c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015390942780987042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chelo cutie pa rin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RZo-9WIsFpI/AAAAAAAAAMs/fhUxLt5dabw/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RZo-9WIsFpI/AAAAAAAAAMs/fhUxLt5dabw/s400/b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015390358665434770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chelo mountain of fur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RZo-fGIsFoI/AAAAAAAAAMk/6TipuUu-scs/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RZo-fGIsFoI/AAAAAAAAAMk/6TipuUu-scs/s400/a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015389838974391938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-1608270281858110041?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/1608270281858110041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=1608270281858110041&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/1608270281858110041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/1608270281858110041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/01/different-actions-of-my-dogs.html' title='different actions of my dogs'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RZs0WGIsFvI/AAAAAAAAANo/2Bfl1T8dCio/s72-c/chela3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-1039660714978419070</id><published>2007-01-01T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T19:57:41.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers to a New Year</title><content type='html'>Today being the first day of the New Year, we also celebrate “World Day of Peace.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a glass to usher in 2007!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to those I might have hurt the past year, including my beloved colleagues who might still be smarting from jabs and uppercuts thrown their way. I seek forgiveness from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have hurt one or two, or even more. I am sorry and I apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to pontificate but always, there should be no ifs and buts if you are sorry or else, you are not sorry at all, you are not sincere in asking for forgiveness, you are not genuine in apologizing for your misdeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who think they might have hurt me, never worry one teeny – weeny bit. If I can dish it out, I can take punches, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas LAST December 25 was about the Child, the birth of Jesus Christ OUR Lord.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is about the mother, the Blessed Virgin Mary – she with the eternal symbol of peace, patience and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God entrusted the fragile baby Jesus under the care of the Blessed Mother. As we begin the New Year, let us entrust ourselves and the tear ahead of us under the hands of our Loving Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a beautiful message of the Blessed mother in Guadalupe, Mexico: “Yo estoy aqui, que  soy tu madre. No tengas  mied en el mundo!” (“I am here, I’m your mother. Do not fear I am near!”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not know what the future holds, but we know who holds the future in his hands. Like the Blessed Mother, let us be more trusting in God’s providence and love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us listen again to our mother who tells us: “Remember my child, when you are happy, I’m happy. When you are sad, I am sad. When you do well, I jump with joy. When you do badly, I cry, but I will always be your mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-1039660714978419070?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/1039660714978419070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=1039660714978419070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/1039660714978419070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/1039660714978419070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/01/cheers-to-new-year.html' title='Cheers to a New Year'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-1647002956380037157</id><published>2006-12-29T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T17:10:21.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com/iq/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.testriffic.com/iq/5.gif" border="0" alt="Testriffic IQ test"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RZTa7rov5LI/AAAAAAAAAMY/zq0-OOvYu-Y/s1600-h/c.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RZTa7rov5LI/AAAAAAAAAMY/zq0-OOvYu-Y/s400/c.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013873004030977202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RZTJc7ov5II/AAAAAAAAALw/2XAsomqY2T8/s1600-h/a.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RZTJc7ov5II/AAAAAAAAALw/2XAsomqY2T8/s400/a.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013853784052327554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-1647002956380037157?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/1647002956380037157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=1647002956380037157&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/1647002956380037157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/1647002956380037157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2006/12/post-christmas.html' title='Post-christmas'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RZTa7rov5LI/AAAAAAAAAMY/zq0-OOvYu-Y/s72-c/c.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-8658865208981176714</id><published>2006-12-29T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T14:55:23.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's funny that I write this now.</title><content type='html'>You know I watch these anime cartoons, but one......one hits almost too close to home. it hits two things in my mind. first off.....why is it that I see those which I see, feel those who I feel, sense that which I sense.....and Know those things I know. why is it that a)certain people can do so, and b)why do we? now second thing that gets to me, Are those what I see, sense.....will they go after those whom are in my family, or those whom are connected to me in multiple ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing what I experience, knowing what.......I ......must do......it brings me dread in the back of my mind. I know that I have to do....there is no mistake, and I know at least a few people understand.....when you are given something, one must use it for the good of those around you, and those precious..... in a sense, not only must you protect those whom are important, but you also must protect those who cannot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the approach of one of those...in some religious spheres...most holy of day where you give back to the earth, and other religions, the day where spirit power is at most pinnacle, and then to some....the most evil day, as specters, demons roam the earth.......I don't care to which on describes to, but I know in part of it, Christmas for me, in a partial view, a day for doing nothing, to give back, and to meditate on what is, and will be, though....knowing there is those whom will use it to bend the spirit world to their wish. it is those, that I must concentrate on not just me, but also to watch for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some of the responses I am going to get....I understand the worry. I know, boy do I know, you play with certain things, forces unknown fully, unseen to most, there is a possibility of loosing...especially when a lone wolf anymore. the time is coming, I have been feeling this for a long time, there used to be writing on my white board, that is now filled with TV schedules, pin-ups, invader zim magnets, school schedules, work info....big, bold letter...the end is truly near. I am not just saying end of the world, of the whole christian belief, but I also know about there is going to be a meta-physical end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer feel as though I am in correct phase, haven't felt so in....so very long......feeling of missing the feel of being in on real or the other....to be honest is making me feel....sad. a feeling I have been trying so long or avoid with anti-depressants....could be the withdrawal of the Prozac, but I doubt it.....it has been long enough that the Prozac is no longer in my system.......why am I out of phase....I feel like I am slipping between, and just do NOT have full mind in either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a sense I know when things will end, and a feeling it is not far.....it is a surreal feeling.....knowing....when you know....you aren't scared....if yeah catch my idea...if not....ask I will try to explain. it is a feeling that you cannot mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RZSqWrov5GI/AAAAAAAAALc/RBpnadR7j8A/s1600-h/334161551_11192c6f92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RZSqWrov5GI/AAAAAAAAALc/RBpnadR7j8A/s400/334161551_11192c6f92.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013819591817684066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the left, ROCK LEE - Konoha's model of hard work. On the right, his rival, Neji Hyuuga, talented rookie-genius of the Hyuuga Clan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more people out there realize that have just been frightened into keeping silent about it and ignoring it. Others have embraced it, but for the wrong reasons. That leaves people like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-8658865208981176714?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/8658865208981176714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=8658865208981176714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/8658865208981176714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/8658865208981176714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-funny-that-i-write-this-now.html' title='It&apos;s funny that I write this now.'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RZSqWrov5GI/AAAAAAAAALc/RBpnadR7j8A/s72-c/334161551_11192c6f92.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-5042166812095113987</id><published>2006-12-27T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T17:08:39.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take official tests, for a deeper analysis.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;border:1px #999 dotted; margin-left:auto; margin-right:auto;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;What Disney Princess are you? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Belle&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.testriffic.com/resultfiles/753belle1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You see past the bad things in people.  You also don't settle for someone who is below your standards.  You care about your education and you love your family.  It takes a lot to win your heart, but once someone does they can count on you to be loyal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com/tests"&gt;Take this test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align:center; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;border:1px #999 dotted; margin-left:auto; margin-right:auto;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Which classic Fairy Tale princess are you? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Snow White&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Such a great down to Earth girl who loves life.  You are eager to help others and all the while know your Prince Charming will catch up with you and save you from the death like sleep the witch puts you under.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com/tests"&gt;Take this test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;border:1px #999 dotted; margin-left:auto; margin-right:auto;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;what hot superstar will you marry?? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;you got justin timberlake!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.testriffic.com/resultfiles/379Justin Timberlake.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;loved by some hated by some..but hes still damn good looking! dont you wish the REAL JT would pop out of the screen and dance for you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com/tests"&gt;Take this test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;border:1px #999 dotted; margin-left:auto; margin-right:auto;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Are you right for me?? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;We can talk&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.testriffic.com/resultfiles/1567935.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your not there yet but maby you will be&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com/tests"&gt;Take this test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align:center; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;border:1px #999 dotted; margin-left:auto; margin-right:auto;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;What type of season are you? (for girls only) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;You are a Fall girl!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are a Fall girl! You love the wind blowing through your hair and spending time with your friends. You love the weekends and your probably a sporty girl!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com/tests"&gt;Take this test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align:center; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;border:1px #999 dotted; margin-left:auto; margin-right:auto;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Which movie best define your current relationship? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;The Notebook&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.testriffic.com/resultfiles/926poster1_full2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Definitley in love. Both of you admire each other deeply and cant keep your hands off each other. This relationship is filled with romance and yet when problems occur both of you overcome them quickly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com/tests"&gt;Take this test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align:center; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;border:1px #999 dotted; margin-left:auto; margin-right:auto;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Which Grey\'s Anatomy Intern are you? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Christina&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are very into your work whether it be school or a job... you are very dedicated to any decisions you make and when you make one you will definately follow through with it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com/tests"&gt;Take this test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align:center; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;border:1px #999 dotted; margin-left:auto; margin-right:auto;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Charmed...which sister are you? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Pheobe&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.testriffic.com/resultfiles/1780pheobe.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;you act dumb and you get away with it cause everyone knows you are a space cadent, but you also have that wonderful flare for love and life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com/tests"&gt;Take this test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-5042166812095113987?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/5042166812095113987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=5042166812095113987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/5042166812095113987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/5042166812095113987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2006/12/take-official-tests-for-deeper-analysis.html' title='Take official tests, for a deeper analysis.'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-6159697758836454315</id><published>2006-12-27T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T02:01:13.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAAAHHHH!!!!I'm hoping she will read this blog and find out. :-)</title><content type='html'>I just got the strangest but most amazing message right now at &lt;a href="http://multiply.com/"&gt;my  multiply.&lt;/a&gt;  This &lt;a href="http://myy-foreverr-joan.blogspot.com/"&gt;girl&lt;/a&gt;  whom I've never met asked me about if I’m still believed that “marriage is for better or worst, (‘till death do us part)”???&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I still do believe in that saying, but more as a guide than a mandate that should not be broken under any circumstance.&lt;br /&gt;A simple scenario should put things in perspective: What if your husband turned out to be a wife – beater? Would you think that vow should be honored? If you do, then eventually, you’d still part – because you had died from the abuse.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Kidding aside, I think the purpose of that vow is under normal circumstances; both parties should try their best to mend any problems they encounter. That’s the whole point of marrying someone – you wish to share (you) life with them. Life isn’t all good obviously, so if you still decide to marry someone then you should be fully aware that there will be problems.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That’s what the vow usually addresses, but there are always exceptions to the rule. Sometimes there are relationships that just don’t fit no matter how hard you try. Wife – beaters, cheaters, etc. make it very easy to make an exception to that vow. But what about those immature children who decide to get married just because they’re of legal age, then realize that it was a big mistake. Or for those who absolutely loved one another and decided to go against all odds, only to find out that the whole world was going against them.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Regardless of love intentions, there are instances that the relationships simply cannot thrive. In those cases, that vow shouldn’t hinder your happiness. That’s exactly how my aunt and uncle split up, not because uncle was a bad person, but because it just wouldn’t work out- and forcing the issue won’t do you any good.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In fact everything went smoother when they separated. It’s different when you try to force the issue. They’ve already stuck together for their kids’ sake in their formative years. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There wasn’t really much “coping” in my cousins’ part because they never raised in a traditional environment. My cousins are products of a second woman… Ergo this totally negates the normal view that marriages are “forever.” In fact, it could be argued that my cousins are the very things that destroyed the previous marriage, but that’s beside the point.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Both sides my cousins family have multiple instances of multiple marriages and separations. Simply put, that my cousins are raised with this awareness – that marriages, among other things, cannot be assumed to last forever without exceptions.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for us, (together with my siblings) we don’t have to undergo those dramas. Well communication is the key to the success of most marriages. It has been said that unless we can honestly say what we feel, good or bad to the people we love, we cannot truly say we are one. Marriage is not just an emotional and physical union - it's also a financial union.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RZFjNbov5EI/AAAAAAAAALE/FdhH5rRCaRI/s1600-h/BOB+ESPONJA+2.gif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RZFjNbov5EI/AAAAAAAAALE/FdhH5rRCaRI/s320/BOB+ESPONJA+2.gif.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012896942648190018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-6159697758836454315?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/6159697758836454315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=6159697758836454315&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/6159697758836454315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/6159697758836454315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2006/12/aaaaaahhhhim-hoping-she-will-read-this.html' title='AAAAAAHHHH!!!!I&apos;m hoping she will read this blog and find out. :-)'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RZFjNbov5EI/AAAAAAAAALE/FdhH5rRCaRI/s72-c/BOB+ESPONJA+2.gif.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-1516874568810432262</id><published>2006-12-26T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T14:36:04.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the road</title><content type='html'>Smallest car in Europe? The same car Sophie drove in Da Vinci Code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RZFx9rov5FI/AAAAAAAAALQ/_HLZX8cz9hI/s1600-h/smart_car.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RZFx9rov5FI/AAAAAAAAALQ/_HLZX8cz9hI/s400/smart_car.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012913164739667026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve said it many times to my good friend &lt;a href="http://ritalula.multiply.com/"&gt;r.mesina&lt;/a&gt;  but I will say it again here so that my readers can see my point of view. Most if not all, of the traffic signs in the metropolis are placed on spot where traffic enforces love to congregate.You’ll be a hypocrite if you say you don’t know the reason for that – enforces’ congregation, that is “Unloading and loading” signs almost everywhere. Also, the “No Stopping Anytime” sign as visible as the “No Parking” Sign. But come to think of it. Most, if not all, of them are placed on areas where it is convenient for both commuters and bus jeepney drivers to go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, the traffic signs are placed far away from where it is convenient for commuters to flag their public rides. Take the case of the overpass. Isn’t it convenient for commuters if “Loading / unloading” signs are placed near overpass? But no, you will find the signs a bit farther from an overpass, thus inconveniencing commuters as they need to still walk another mile or two from he stairs of an overpass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such signs also lure the bus /jeepney  / taxi / revo &amp; fx dribers to laod / unload their passengers at the foot of an over pass – right in front of the “ No loading / Unloading” Signs – to ease the inconvenience of their customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, traffic enforces ignore violations. Again, if you don’t know the reason, you were born yesterday. Once in awhile, traffic enforcers enforce the law. Again, if you don’t know the reason, you were born yesterday. Anyway, corruption it is that makes traffic enforces to either ignore the violations or enforce the laws. Bottom-line is, the traffic signs are there yes, but they are placed on areas that are actually convenient for bus and any other public vehicles drivers’ passengers and traffic enforcers you know what I mean. It is only when a traffic enforcer is either in a bad mood or new in the beat – or his superior suddenly gets temperamental through a sudden apprehension. In short, corruption my dear is the other meaning of traffic sign in the metropolis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-1516874568810432262?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/1516874568810432262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=1516874568810432262&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/1516874568810432262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/1516874568810432262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2006/12/on-road.html' title='On the road'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RZFx9rov5FI/AAAAAAAAALQ/_HLZX8cz9hI/s72-c/smart_car.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-3607381251260540225</id><published>2006-12-25T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T14:54:43.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons of Celebrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mynicespace.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.mynicespace.com/11/1128.gif" alt="myspace codes" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Myspace Codes: MyNiceSpace.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can agnostic and atheists thrive in the Philippines when our churches burst at the seams on Christmas Day and are jam-packed on all Sundays of the years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who lack the imagination to conceive God, including the arrogant ones who dismiss His existence, the soil here is simply too arid and the environment demoralizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most agnostic are boring and atheist are loners. To agnostics and atheist, there’s nothing to believe but disbelief. It’s like the mind hits dead end, an impossible scenario for Filipinos in whose veins run the charism (transcendent) of Christianity and the mysticism (magical) of orientals.  Filipinos best understand the spirit of Christmas. The Philippines is the only country on earth where Christmas is an exuberance enjoyed longer than any feast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a Filipino visiting Europe, the strange experience you’ll encounter is the eerie feeling of empty churches in European cities. To think that it was Christianity that was mainly responsible for the creation of Europe’s culture starting at the dawn of the middle age. It was Catholicism that established great universities, promoted and patronized great work of arts; build great cathedrals and buildings exemplifying architectural and engineering excellence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today its thousands of Filipino expats who are filling those empty European churches, forming a congregation that resounds with prayers, songs, liturgies and worship. Perhaps the agnostics and atheists in Europe, who are aplenty, find churches filled with Filipinos an object of curiosity or derision. What they can’t see are God’s mysteries comprehensive only through faith, which Filipino have. For Filipinos God’s love is there inside the church in actually and continuity, which began in a cold cave in Bethlehem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God the creator is also superb communicator. He knows our human nature to respond readily to ideas by using heart and mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Christmas is the miracle that only a religion of love can offer to mankind as fresh and appealing as it presented itself to all mankind two thousand years ago. Again and again the whole world celebrates Christmas as the universal symbol for peace and goodwill, exactly as the angels announced in Bethlehem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Peace on earth, good will to men” This call for universal peace and happiness is the perfect answer for man’s frustration on his earthy imperfection. We needed Jesus to be born so that we can free from the fear of unknown. We needed an authentic and original teacher to spare us the indignity of ignorance and the absurdity of errors caused by myths and superstitions of old, and the self-destructing philosophies of bourgeoisie opulence in our modern world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big bullies of atheism, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stalin"&gt;Joseph Stalin&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mao_Zedong"&gt;Mao Zedong,&lt;/a&gt;  have long been dead and communism was a colossal failure as godless socioeconomic philosophy yet world peace is elusive as ever. Today our life’s safety is shattered by a new evil called global terrorism, a bizarre form of war triggered by racial hatred and religious bigotry victimizing innocent people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our need to keep going back to the babe in Bethlehem becomes more profound as the world plunges itself into a crisis, a crisis called by the late Pope John Paul II as the “culture of death.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contemporary technologies make a big breakthroughs one after the other, causing big changes in the way people live and think. Information technology empowers people in controlling their material destinies at the risk of compromising the spiritual and moral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The digital age reveals a resurgence of egoism, individualism, and relativism, deadly sins of the intellect and the cause of disagreement with the moral law, the law that reflects God’s truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is any wonder that after God gave us the gift of life, He then gave us a gift of love – a baby in the manger. Babies are our instinctive and instantaneous objects of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipino knows the kind of love. They can feel it and give it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s never too late for agnostics and atheists to receive and give love. Like humble shepherds or wise Magis they can call on the same Jesus in Bethlehem now present in the Blessed Sacrament, the Eucharist. They are most welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-3607381251260540225?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/3607381251260540225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=3607381251260540225&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/3607381251260540225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/3607381251260540225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2006/12/seasons-of-celebrations.html' title='Seasons of Celebrations'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-9207241222975526437</id><published>2006-12-25T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T18:39:59.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Me 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;!START BZOINK.COM SURVEY CODE&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Looking back on 2006&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;About You...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Name:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;My online name is Iorah(m.r.p.m.a.r.) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Nickname:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reyna, reyn , enay, anya, ens I got a plenty of alias put the blamed to my mom&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How old were you in 2006?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What was the most important thing you discovered in 2006?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will always be blocks along your life path. Instead of giving up , remind myself that famous adage by Nietszche: "what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger."  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you always remember about 2006?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make the most of what I have and I'm always up for a good challenge.And who says being a girl is a hindrance in my corporate world? As a woman I feel that I bring a different kind of flavor to the work that I do.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In 2006 did you...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Keep your New Years resolution?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I always had planned about how my life would turned out,so far I'm doing good naks naman!!! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Go on a holiday?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I used my vacation leave and took a rest,but I'm still connected to my work even I was in rest because of mac...so weird &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Change jobs?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;additional  tasked and responsiblity equal great compensation &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Buy anything from eBay?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Prank call someone?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;none &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Get drunk?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;none &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Get high?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;none &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Fall in love?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I found someone that make me look forward to another day. That someone when I think about him, never fails to put a smile on my face. Because when he's right there beside me, it is as if everything's okay. That nothing else matter but both of us.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Break up with someone?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;none  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Get married?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; Marriage is the last thing on mind at this age. Because I'm too young for that.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Get divorced?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;none &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Stop speaking to someone?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Kiss someone?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes,almost every day &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Kiss someone whose name you can’t remember?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;none &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Make a new friend?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; random strangers, and acquaintances turned -genuine friends. Those were people gifted with the extra ordinary ability to be sensitive and accept me as I am.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do anything embarrassing?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;none &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do something that you thought that you would never do?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By showing to the people at work my true nature, that I am just as competent and determined as they are, I was able to penetrate their world and gain their respect. True beauty comes from within our soul, from our being.When we allow our inner beauty to shine forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do something you have always wanted to do?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes, because not everyone is as lucky to be in love with a friend.Nag-start kami as friends at sumasabay kami kung saan kami dadalhin ng friendship namin &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do anything that you regret?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;   Ha,ha,ha! Deadma lang. I don't like to talk about it or get involved in it beacuse in a way nakaka-bad vibes din. I try to joke about it to make it lighter and as much as possible, I stay away from it &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do anything illegal?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; I don't want to say anything anymore and I don't want to point a finger at anyone.Although I'm pretty sure, that the person I have in mind was the one behind it.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Break a promise?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;none &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Lose something?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes,my lizclairborne bag &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Go crazy?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes I'm crazy because I got a lot of work to do even I'm on vacation &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best of 2006...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Movie:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;You are the One with sam &amp; toni &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;TV Show:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Pinoy Dream Academy, Lost, racheal ray,Grey's Anatomy  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Song:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;You are the one and Go with my heart &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Album:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Great Original Pilipino Music by Ryan Cayabyab. With the San Miguel Chorale &amp; San Miguel Philharmonic Orchestra.It has 13 tracks,and had Mr.C. autograph in my album   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Thing you bought:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;pretty laptop, 1.83 GHz, 13-inch white Apple MacBook &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Memory:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I  travelled a lot this year both International &amp; Domestic &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Worst of 2006...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Movie:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;dude,I'm not gonna even bother to watch these movie The Da Vinci Code  &lt;br /&gt;again&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;TV Show:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Lagot Ka, Isusumbong Kita,Hokus Pokus, on GMA 7 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Song:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Willy Revillame’s Boom Tarat tarat. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Album:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Paris Hilton: Stars Are Blind &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Hangover:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;school too much ............... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Memory:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no need to mention over the net...quiet &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;About 2007...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What do you want in 2007?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; Every year I get better and better, which is actually good. This year 2006 is so far the best, but of course next year is something I look forward to because it will be my 24th birthday &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Is there anything you would do differently in 2007?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; Try to accomplish more systematically;adjust to new situations as quickly as I can, and drink a lots of water&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you think it will be a good year?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes of course &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What do you look forward to most about 2007?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;a lot of things &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you have a New Years resolution?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I'd rather keep these resolutions or plans under wrap till the launch just watch out for 2007 hahaha... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-4925496097857860456</id><published>2006-12-20T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T17:53:25.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ult-tex.net/counts/index.cgi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ult-tex.net/counts/christmas/bans/48.jpg" width="468" height="60" border="0" alt="Christmas countdown banner"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ult-tex.net/counts/index.cgi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ult-tex.net/counts/christmas/bans/51.jpg" width="468" height="60" border="0" alt="Christmas countdown banner"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ult-tex.net/counts/index.cgi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ult-tex.net/counts/ny/bans/03.jpg" width="468" height="60" border="0" alt="New Year's 2007 countdown banner"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ult-tex.net/counts/index.cgi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ult-tex.net/counts/ny/bans/20.jpg" width="468" height="60" border="0" alt="New Year's 2007 countdown banner"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-4925496097857860456?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/4925496097857860456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=4925496097857860456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/4925496097857860456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/4925496097857860456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2006/12/countdown.html' title='countdown'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-6088918913845963773</id><published>2006-12-20T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T17:31:40.249+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Get ready for Christmas 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RYj9WLov4kI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3a0Y_91lLbg/s1600-h/sga061219.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RYj9WLov4kI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3a0Y_91lLbg/s400/sga061219.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010533142972326466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a birthday. This month, we will be celebrating the birthday of Jesus. No one really knows exactly when Jesus was born and there have been many speculations about the exact date of his birth. But what matter most is that he was born to Mary and Joseph so he could save us all. That’s why Christmas is a time of rejoicing, for giving and sharing and for loving one another as Jesus loves us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Christmas only five days away, it’s time to get ready. There is so much to look forward too. The four weeks before Christmas are called &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Advent"&gt;“Advent”&lt;/a&gt;,which comes from a Latin word meaning “arrival” or “to come”. Christmas is the much awaited season of the year. Filipinos loved it so much that you can hear Christmas carols being played over the radio as soon as the months ends on –ber, as in September, October, and November. This is also the busiest time of the year. This is the time when we get to visit relatives and friends, and enjoy traditional Christmas fare.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me Christmas, it is a time to contemplate on how blessed one is throughout the year in spite of trials. It is also a time of forgiving, sharing and kindness towards family, officemates, strangers and most especially (gulp!) people you don’t like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-6088918913845963773?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/6088918913845963773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=6088918913845963773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/6088918913845963773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/6088918913845963773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2006/12/get-ready-for-christmas-2006.html' title='Get ready for Christmas 2006'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RYj9WLov4kI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3a0Y_91lLbg/s72-c/sga061219.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-7907540745658065796</id><published>2006-12-20T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T20:36:31.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Human behavior'/><title type='text'>Person of the Year - Time Magazine</title><content type='html'>I can’t blog in Tagalog! Hahahaha. I feel so incompetent in using the language. So I’ll stick to the language of my choice–English. I think in it, it was the first language I learned, and it’s the best language to express my thoughts with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been busy for the past few months due to my work. At long last I can rest na...and go back to my normal life in the office, as for me...back to my real world. It’s that time of the year again when you just have to do something new. We’re suckers for lists fortune 500’s wealthiest people in the world; the best dressed, worst dressed lists; surveys about ourselves and the list goes on and on. And now, here’s the upcoming cover story of Time Magazine about the&lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1569514,00.html"&gt;“person of the year”&lt;/a&gt; . Going with the trend this year 2006 has open a lot of opportunities for more and much better featured of “social networking site” such as: &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com"&gt;Friendster,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com"&gt;Myspace,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.multiply.com"&gt;Multiply,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com"&gt;You Tube&lt;/a&gt; and others that continue competing to each others to attract more people to share something over the internet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes these more interesting is that you can sense the sincerity of everyone to share: be it a personal tidbit, or his opinion on a bit of news. When I started joining social online networks, I learned that being considerate of others will make more fun. You have to maintain a sense of diplomacy in your post, and that I am part of a global community after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the Internet can be a scary place indeed and joining social online networks is one of the ways to open up ourselves to the rest of the online community. But how much of yourself you would like to share is really up to you. You have control over that, nobody else. We interact with people everyday and the social online networks is simply an extension of this interaction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-7907540745658065796?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1569514,00.html' title='Person of the Year - Time Magazine'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/7907540745658065796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=7907540745658065796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/7907540745658065796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/7907540745658065796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2006/12/person-of-year-time-magazine.html' title='Person of the Year - Time Magazine'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-8733276500976775199</id><published>2006-12-19T14:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T14:53:56.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cost –Reduction</title><content type='html'>“I keep my ideas because in spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart. I simply can’t build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of confusion, misery and death. I can feel the suffering of millions, and yet, if I look up into the heavens, I think that it will come right, that this cruelty too will end, and that peace and tranquility will return again.” (Anne Frank)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Life is an adventure in forgiveness.” (Norman Cousins, Human Options)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jesus said that we would have no enemies nor that there never would be a threat. There is no lack of realism here. Jesus offers us a new way to deal with our enemies, a different way of responding that has the potential to break the endless cycle of retaliation that now threatens us all with ultimate violence.” (Jim Walls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let us tackle the most important and interesting about our life – how to handle your detractors. The first thing to do is to identify him, her or them. You can best deal with the devil you know than the devil you don’t know. Then, you can devise a personalized approach at dealing with each type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will advise you not to attack your detractors head-on. That is counterproductive. Some are just plain nuisance – you can simply ignore them. Others just need attention – give them importance by enlisting them to join in your efforts. You may organize a team of “cheapskates” (call it by another name, perhaps “cost-reduction committee – to paraphrase my entry subject) and enroll all your detractors and make them champions in their own areas. Encourage others to acknowledge the effort of this group, until cost reduction becomes a way of life in your organization. This way, you turn your enemies into allies and you develop a more cost conscious, albeit competitive, organization.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-8733276500976775199?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/8733276500976775199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=8733276500976775199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/8733276500976775199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/8733276500976775199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2006/12/cost-reduction.html' title='Cost –Reduction'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-4396842658725440284</id><published>2006-12-19T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T14:38:51.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pier-pizzahut sort kinda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RYeH3bov4jI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OpH1P1quOiM/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RYeGjrov4aI/AAAAAAAAADM/wew12rhq7uA/s400/10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010121058040144290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-4396842658725440284?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.pnu.edu.ph/' title='Pier-pizzahut sort kinda'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/4396842658725440284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=4396842658725440284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/4396842658725440284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/4396842658725440284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2006/12/pier-pizzahut-sort-kinda.html' title='Pier-pizzahut sort kinda'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RYeH3bov4jI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OpH1P1quOiM/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-1250211202898967424</id><published>2006-12-18T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T18:29:32.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just realized how strong I am.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RcvRx9yRrpI/AAAAAAAAAUo/VyBwzsYeI_c/s1600-h/as.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RcvRx9yRrpI/AAAAAAAAAUo/VyBwzsYeI_c/s200/as.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029344065218522770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does it seem like everything's going right today, just like the past few months?&lt;br /&gt;it is in these moments that it seems so easy to fly.&lt;br /&gt;And I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="330" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="180"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disorder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="120"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/paranoid.html"&gt;Paranoid Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizoid.html"&gt;Schizoid Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizotypal.html"&gt;Schizotypal Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/antisocial.html"&gt;Antisocial Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/borderline.html"&gt;Borderline Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/histrionic.html"&gt;Histrionic Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0033" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/narcissistic.html"&gt;Narcissistic Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/avoidant.html"&gt;Avoidant Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/dependent.html"&gt;Dependent Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/ocd.html"&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv"&gt;Personality Disorder Test - Take It!&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/index.html"&gt;Personality Disorders&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-1250211202898967424?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/1250211202898967424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=1250211202898967424&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/1250211202898967424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/1250211202898967424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2006/12/narcissism-moments.html' title='I just realized how strong I am.'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9pOwC9oRz0M/RcvRx9yRrpI/AAAAAAAAAUo/VyBwzsYeI_c/s72-c/as.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-7795780095406382188</id><published>2006-12-17T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T12:29:59.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cannes Chasers vs. Brand Builders</title><content type='html'>There are two schools of thought in the creative departments of ad agencies today: The Cannes chasers and the brand builders.&lt;br /&gt;Cannes is the genre of out-of the box creatives, whose adherents, mostly the new young generation of ad writers, whose big ambition is to win awards in the most famous hall of them all, the Cannes Festival, the Oscar of advertising.&lt;br /&gt;Brand builders are more traditional. They are driven by sales and market performance, at least 30 years of experience in advertising doing brand building. They work in partnership with companies applying the multidisciplinary requirements of marketing and communications strategy. Winning awards is immaterial to them. Awareness of brand message and market gains are.&lt;br /&gt;Both schools worship the goddess of creativity. But their attitudes and outlook differ in creating advertising.&lt;br /&gt;Cannes wannabes are licentious and rule breakers, obsessed with execution. They presume that the advertising will manage to deliver a brand message regardless of whether the creative execution is irrelevant or relevant, strategic or general. The selling job will be done by the distinctiveness of the advertising rather than the distinctiveness of the brand benefit.&lt;br /&gt;Think –out-of-the-box. Intrusive, Interruptive. These buzzwords are the big criteria in creating ads intended for Cannes.&lt;br /&gt;Brand builders think more rationally in creating campaigns. They try to secure the efficiency and effectively of their ads with consumer tests on both the product / service and its communication execution before launching the campaign. The marketing department and ad agency have a historical knowledge of the brand’s progress to help them adopt the best practices and avoid mistakes of the past.&lt;br /&gt;Brand builders are long-term planners not peripatetic job hoppers or bounty hunters. They acquire tenure and create a body of work necessary for brand building. They attach great value on brand equity as a long – term positioning but constantly enhancing competitiveness through product &amp; service improvement and the spinning off of variants to generate trial and new usages.&lt;br /&gt;Cannes fans have few actual demo cases. Most Cannes creations are either local or regional award winners but rarely represent mainstream products and services in the huge Philippine mass market. They are usually done for small or medium advertisers with no real equity or size to consider. Still others are tactical ads whose messages are short – term flashes in the pan and are not part of grand design of a product’s and services long – term image. Although they claim high attention, their results in the market are fleeting and short-lived. As soon as the ad is withdrawn consumer demand is also withdrawn, demonstrating the quick wear out and easy surfeit of interruptive ad executions.&lt;br /&gt;When creative writers of the Cannes species hit the jackpot in the market place, they are called geniuses. If they bomb out, it’s plain stupidity. Several market dynamics are challenging the new generation of creatives to pursue the Cannes route. Among them are the thick advertiser clutter, the evolving sophistication in consumer aesthetics and visual literacy, the fickleness of consumers due to the quick birth and death of a myriad new products and services.&lt;br /&gt;The age of discontinuity predicted by Peter Drucker in the early sixties is here. So is the age of short attention span.&lt;br /&gt;While Cannes chasers take the big leap of faith (you can’t pretest rule-breaking ideas) brand builders enjoy the best of both worlds. Cannes chasers have the upper hand in the intrusive aspect of advertising. They are users of various figures of speech; hyperbole, wit, fantasy, parody, lampoon, irony and double speak. In print they are minimalist, shunning verbals, relying on visuals, an art director’s medium to convey symbolic messages. &lt;br /&gt;Both Cannes chasers and brand builders recognize that one of the most powerful vessels of brand image and message is people’s culture. Culture content is an excellent element to affirm brand’s affinitive connectivity with the sociology of its consumers. It also reflects the corporate personality and philosophy of the advertiser. &lt;br /&gt;The last Ad Congress themes “ Ready for the world?” seem to reflect an inferiority complex. Because we don’t have Cannes trophies like Thailand, the U.S., France and others? Because most of our ads are native and not completely graspable to foreigners?&lt;br /&gt;Marketing today is constantly facing the challenges of relentless changes in technology, globalized economy, lifestyles and the homogenization of wants and needs.&lt;br /&gt;Today “ proprietary” properties are available to any businessmen, information technology empowers consumers, retail chains wield more power from path to purchase to point of purchase, pricing is the biggest determinant in consumer purchase. &lt;br /&gt;The question that advertising people nervously ask is, “ will the brand be still important in the years to come?” what new role will the manufacturer of goods take? After the unbundlings, will the ad agencies be extinct?&lt;br /&gt;Only one thing seems certain. The altar of creativity will always be lighted, and the creators of sales messages will always be around spouting new buzzwords.&lt;br /&gt;Can Cannes chasers be brand builders? Yes, of course. They know the rules. But clients must legislate. Can brand builders be Cannes chasers? Difficult. It’s not their cup of tea, and they are not daredevils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/blogspot/tYNQ?i=&lt;$BlogItemPermalinkURL$&gt;" type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-7795780095406382188?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/7795780095406382188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=7795780095406382188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/7795780095406382188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/7795780095406382188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2006/12/cannes-chasers-vs-brand-builders.html' title='Cannes Chasers vs. Brand Builders'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-2205172942504813475</id><published>2006-12-17T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T10:26:33.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogthings</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#B9D3EE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hidden Talent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C6E2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/snow.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're super sensitive and easily able to understand situations.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to solve complex problems in a flash, without needing a lot of facts.&lt;br /&gt;Decision making is easy for you. You have killer intuition.&lt;br /&gt;The right path is always clear, and you're a bit of a visionary.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/"&gt;What's Your Hidden Talent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Job Dissatisfaction Level is 40%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/shouldyouquityourjobquiz/job-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your job is not bad, but it's probably not a long term thing.&lt;br /&gt;You're just not happy enough to stick around for too long...&lt;br /&gt;And there's little that can change how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;Start looking around for other options, but only quit for something really good!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/shouldyouquityourjobquiz/"&gt;Should You Quit Your Job?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 64% Intuitive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howintuitiveareyouquiz/intuitive-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very intuitive person. And luckily, your intuition is normally right.&lt;br /&gt;You're wise enough to know that relying on intuition alone can be dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;When your intuition seems really off, you tend to ignore it - and look at the facts instead.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howintuitiveareyouquiz/"&gt;How Intuitive Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Pretty Logical&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howlogicalareyouquiz/logic.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a bit of a wizard when it comes to logic&lt;br /&gt;While you don't have perfect logic, you logic is pretty darn good&lt;br /&gt;Keep at it - you've got a lot of natural talent in this area!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howlogicalareyouquiz/"&gt;How Logical Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Stress Level is: 54%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howstressedareyouquiz/stress-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are somewhat prone to stress, especially when life gets hard.&lt;br /&gt;When things are good, you resist stressing over little problems.&lt;br /&gt;But when things are difficult, you tend to freak out and find it hard to calm down.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howstressedareyouquiz/"&gt;How Stressed Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Luck Quotient: 82%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howluckyareyouquiz/luck-5.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have an extremely high luck quotient.&lt;br /&gt;Not only do you consider yourself lucky, probably everyone you know does too.&lt;br /&gt;But you're smart enough to know that you've mostly made your own luck.&lt;br /&gt;By being positive, open, and flexible, a lot of luck has come your way!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howluckyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Lucky Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to obedience and warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your partner is patient and never willing to give up on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is comforting. You crave a relationship where you always feel warmth and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is high. You can't resist desire and lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something that will confine you. You are afraid of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894303271360686246-2205172942504813475?l=lizclairborne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/2205172942504813475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894303271360686246&amp;postID=2205172942504813475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/2205172942504813475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/2205172942504813475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2006/12/blogthings.html' title='Blogthings'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k92/ynaenay/enay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-5370265405494599665</id><published>2006-12-16T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T14:13:02.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GREAT Quizzes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="0" style="border: 1px solid black; background: url(http://img.quizgalaxy.com/wedding-bg.jpg); background-repeat: no-repeat;" width="414" height="480"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="100"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;You are cordially invited to the wedding of&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;reyna&lt;br&gt;~and~&lt;br&gt;Beyonce&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;October 10, 2016 at 1 pm&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Location: Bingo Hall&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="bottom"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=147"&gt;'What will your wedding invitation look like?'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/historybook.jpg" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;" width="425" height="225"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="70"&gt;&lt;td width="115"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="115"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;reyna walked on water, then discovered that they were the second coming.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="115"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;... afterward, reyna fed a crocodile.  will be missed dearly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="bottom"&gt;&lt;td width="115"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=149"&gt;'How will you be remembered in history books?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="0" style="border: 1px solid black; background: #FFFFFF;" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;Are you Good or Evil?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/more-good.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="middle" height="60"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are mostly Good (80%), but still a bit Evil (20%)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="bottom"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=148"&gt;'Are You Good or Evil?'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" width="375" height="430" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="font-color: black; 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will get you &lt;font color="#FF0000"&gt;a candy cane&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="30"&gt;&lt;td align="center" colspan="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;rita&lt;/b&gt; will get you &lt;font color="#FF0000"&gt;santa's kneecaps&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="10"&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#00AA00" height="5"&gt;&lt;td align="center" colspan="3" style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FFFFFF;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=150"&gt;'What Will you Get for Christmas?'&lt;/a&gt; &lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;at&lt;/font&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="1" width="450"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="+3"&gt;You are a super geek&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/geeky.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are into everything that is geeky – which is hard because there are so many types of geeks.  You are very smart and have a great imagination.  People who call you a geek are just jealous, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=33"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;"width="410"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="40"&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold; background: #eee; color: black;" colspan="2"&gt;What crazy thing will be your demise?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="40"&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="font-weight: bold; background: #ccc; color: red;" colspan="2"&gt;A three legged dog&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="40"&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="font-weight: bold; background: #eee; color: black;" colspan="2"&gt;... (why?)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="40"&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="font-weight: bold; background: #ccc; color: red;" colspan="2"&gt;Because you sold your soul to satan to get possesion of it&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td style="background: #eee;" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"align="center" style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=122"&gt;'What crazy thing will be your demise?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="0" height="300" width="400" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" style="border: 1px solid black;" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="middle" height="40"&gt;&lt;td align="center" colspan="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you subconsciously think of your friends?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="50" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="100"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friend's Name&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="100"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Association&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="200"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meaning&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="10" bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="middle" bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;Lalen&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;Bat&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;Mysterious, Intelligent, Enigma.  This person is hugely alluring to you.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="10" bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="middle" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;Rita&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;Bell&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;Someone whom you feel may be dangerous to let into your heart.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="10" bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="middle" bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;Mejane&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;Pearl&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;Beautiful and real - you have a lot of respect for this person.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="10" bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="middle" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;Jem&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;Lantern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;The person who sees you for you.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="10" bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="middle" bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;Phyher&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;Wig&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;You believe this person to be totally insane.  (And they SO are!)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="10" bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="middle" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;Sabs&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;Zoo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;The least socially-conventional person that you know.  (And, consequently, the most fun.)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="40" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;td align="center" colspan="3" style="background: black; font-size: 8pt; font-weight: bold; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FFFFFF;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=133"&gt;'What do you subconsciously think of your friends?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="0" height="540" width="400" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" background="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/psychiatricevaluation.jpg" style="background-repeat: no-repeat; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="100"&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="bottom"&gt;&lt;pre  style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Reyna&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="100"&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="bottom"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;font style="color: #00cc00"&gt;Passable&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="70"&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="bottom"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;font style="color: #00cc00"&gt;Passable&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="60"&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="bottom"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;font style="color: #00cc00"&gt;Passable&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="60"&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="bottom"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;font style="color: #00cc00"&gt;Passable&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="40" valign="bottom"&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="background: black; font-size: 8pt; font-weight: bold; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FFFFFF;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=130"&gt;Click Here to Find Out YOUR Psychiatric Evaluation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;at&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;"width="410"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;reyna's Past Lives&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;table width="400" height="100" style="background: url(http://img.quizgalaxy.com/pastlives.jpg); border: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tr height="10" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td width="16"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td width="94" align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF0000"&gt;V&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td width="53" align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;V&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td width="159" align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt;V&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td width="74"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#FF0000"&gt;372 BC&lt;/font&gt;: A corrupt politician&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="10"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;304 AD&lt;/font&gt;: A knight&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="10"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt;1661 AD&lt;/font&gt;: A military general&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="30"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=113"&gt;'What were you in your past lives?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFCC" border="0" width="400" height="350" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="228"&gt;&lt;td width="280" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="280" height="228" border="1" style="border: 1px solid black; background: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="280" style="overflow: hidden;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/liferating-3-3-4-4-2.jpg" alt="QuizGalaxy.com" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="15"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;Your Love rating:  &lt;b&gt;Good&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;Your Friends and Family rating:  &lt;b&gt;Good&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;Your Finance rating:  &lt;b&gt;Excellent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;Your School / Career rating:  &lt;b&gt;Excellent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&
