<?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-7226222307279572741</id><updated>2011-11-28T07:20:14.026+08:00</updated><category term='contest'/><category term='haPpie Faith..'/><category term='adulthood'/><category term='xquisite'/><category term='phenomena'/><category term='slick chik'/><category term='activity'/><category term='saturday photohunt'/><category term='wordless wednesday'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='empty'/><category term='Occasion'/><category term='teenage thoughts'/><category term='internet connection'/><category term='cdoc'/><category term='daydreaming'/><category term='nothing else'/><category term='art'/><category term='thursday thirteen'/><category term='season&apos;s greetings.'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='loving it'/><category term='creepy'/><category term='creativity'/><category term='boring'/><category term='summer classes'/><category term='Friday rambling'/><category term='cool'/><category term='summer'/><category term='yummy sunday'/><category term='allergies'/><category term='Skywatch'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='memes'/><category term='opinion'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='monday morning'/><category term='sick'/><category term='heep heep hooray'/><category term='giveaways'/><title type='text'>iheartlife</title><subtitle type='html'>"The best things in life aren't things" ~ yanix</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-7264409383296530009</id><published>2010-08-22T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T21:10:53.307+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Turning 21: A milestone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/THEfLoXkyYI/AAAAAAAABeQ/inQkDu4EBCY/s1600/IMG_5099+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/THEfLoXkyYI/AAAAAAAABeQ/inQkDu4EBCY/s400/IMG_5099+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508218103926147458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAAAPPPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!! (AUGUST 19, 2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T HAVE MUCH ANYTHING TO SAY!!! JUST THIS.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#29425a;"&gt;TURNING 21...Today is the day I turn twenty one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#29425a;"&gt;I've gone pretty far, but it's only begun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#29425a;"&gt;Education, Employment and Friends and Love too???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#29425a;"&gt;Oh my, what wonders lie ahead for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#29425a;"&gt;Maybe I should be good and true and always do the best,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#29425a;"&gt;and I know I'll be please to see what life has in store for me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/THEhtNC4GsI/AAAAAAAABeg/UlJQPYQJIQU/s1600/YANIX.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/THEhtNC4GsI/AAAAAAAABeg/UlJQPYQJIQU/s400/YANIX.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508220879730383554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-7264409383296530009?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/7264409383296530009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2010/08/turning-21-milestone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/7264409383296530009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/7264409383296530009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2010/08/turning-21-milestone.html' title='Turning 21: A milestone'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/THEfLoXkyYI/AAAAAAAABeQ/inQkDu4EBCY/s72-c/IMG_5099+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-609977989853838293</id><published>2009-11-04T19:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:31:38.212+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>It's tough. Really!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SvF8XJRtB6I/AAAAAAAABa4/ZmbJQDz6jMs/s1600-h/book_medical.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 393px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SvF8XJRtB6I/AAAAAAAABa4/ZmbJQDz6jMs/s400/book_medical.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400234165262944162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When you first discover you have an allergy, it can be devastating.  Suddenly, you can’t eat all the food you want.  Suddenly, going out for food with friends becomes complicated, as does being invited as a guest at someone’s home for a meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depending on what you’re allergic to, this could also affect going out into buildings (house full of mold?  I’m out of there!) and traveling (they mostly eat wheat? My gluten allergy says I’ll starve there!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I'm posting write now are some actual pictures and thoughts every time I have an allergy attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the story goes...Later this afternoon, I went to our campus to get my grades, where there was student outbreak. School is very crowded and before you can get your grade and be officially enrolled, you'll first encounter this stuffs. Bad breath, collision of students and worst, be bumped and to have skin to skin contact on sweaty (dirty,smelly) skins of students.&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, that was the start of everything as what I'm suffering right now. I don't know if that really is the reason or I just ate something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt; explained allergy described as a malfunction of the human immune system causing a violent reaction. To develop alle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rgic symptoms, one must first be exposed to the specific allergen for some time to build up the allergic sensitivity, and then once more to trigger the allergic reaction. Environmental factors, such as smoking and pollution, will also add to the risk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have guessed maybe that's the reason. I've been exposed to a polluted environment earlier, plus with the weather which was not so good, it's really windy, and that add to more polluted air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are actual pictures. I took it around 8pm this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started on my arms then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SvF9gY9qjOI/AAAAAAAABbI/NoAqJBNOAAQ/s1600-h/IMG_2871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SvF9gY9qjOI/AAAAAAAABbI/NoAqJBNOAAQ/s400/IMG_2871.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400235423604313314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SvF9gy_FrWI/AAAAAAAABbQ/dXiamlxB86k/s1600-h/IMG_2872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SvF9gy_FrWI/AAAAAAAABbQ/dXiamlxB86k/s400/IMG_2872.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400235430589607266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SvF9hGyBzAI/AAAAAAAABbY/yEVzGk6q388/s1600-h/IMG_2874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SvF9hGyBzAI/AAAAAAAABbY/yEVzGk6q388/s400/IMG_2874.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400235435903536130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SvF9hXgefFI/AAAAAAAABbg/deQF1zoF4F8/s1600-h/IMG_2876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SvF9hXgefFI/AAAAAAAABbg/deQF1zoF4F8/s400/IMG_2876.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400235440393321554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my neck, ears and all over my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SvF-6mohUQI/AAAAAAAABbw/lH9A2RqUOew/s1600-h/IMG_2878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SvF-6mohUQI/AAAAAAAABbw/lH9A2RqUOew/s400/IMG_2878.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400236973461950722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, so much for looking on those pictures. Let's move on.&lt;br /&gt;Though that is my wildest guess that my allergy is triggered because of polluted environment.&lt;br /&gt;I still have more bigger problem, I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;food allergies&lt;/span&gt;. Sad to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the things that I, with food allergies want you all to know and what I want to be treated somehow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. I long to be included. &lt;/span&gt;I would like to look, act and eat like everyone else. I’d like to buy my lunch and sit wherever I want. I know I can’t, but I am so happy inside when someone cares enough to provide a safe food for me. It’s nice when I can have something similar to what others are eating but I love it when I can eat the same thing as everyone else. Whenever it’s possible, please think to include me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. I’m scared I could die from my food allergies.&lt;/span&gt; I’ve heard my parents especially my father mention “life-threatening” food allergies and I remember having some reactions like this (as what you see in the picture) where I felt really scared.Sometimes, I could use a little reassurance that I will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. I feel like I’m the only one sometimes.&lt;/span&gt; I would really like to know that I am not the only person who has food allergies. Having another friend with food allergies in my classroom or at lunch time helps too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. I get confused when someone offers me food. &lt;/span&gt;I know I’m supposed to be polite,but I am only supposed to take food that's safe for me. When you offer me food or especially Shrimp Pasta, Shrimp-Scampi Pizza or Lobster Pineapple Curry&lt;br /&gt;, I’d like to take it but I’m not sure about what I am supposed to do with it. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. I get itchy spots sometimes when my nephew kiss me after they’ve eaten something I’m allergic to. &lt;/span&gt;I get itchy spots. If you have just eaten something that I’m allergic to, I may get hives if you kiss me soon afterward. So please don't dare. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. I’m embarrassed when people fuss over what I’m eating. &lt;/span&gt;I know I have to eat my own safe food, but it’s easier for me when I’m not singled out. Sometimes, it’s embarrassing when my close friends especially when we're eating anywhere else ask lots of questions. I feel like I'm in the hot seat. I love to fit in more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. I hear some people talk about my food allergies. &lt;/span&gt;My ears perk up when I hear people mention my name or food allergies, so don’t pity me or act terrified because then I get scared. Food allergies are just one part of me. Let me overhear you talk about all the other wonderful things about me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Sometimes I’m sad about having food allergies. &lt;/span&gt; I know it’s not the end of the world, but from my perspective, it’s tough at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. I will do abo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ut as well as you do. &lt;/span&gt;My “can-do” attitude will help me cope with the challenges of living with allergies and ensure that food allergies don’t stop me from being everything I was meant to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way! I just drink my medicine. So, don't worry, I'm okay now.! 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Really!'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SvF8XJRtB6I/AAAAAAAABa4/ZmbJQDz6jMs/s72-c/book_medical.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-7809539655333763867</id><published>2009-10-14T06:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T15:36:28.011+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordless wednesday'/><title type='text'>WW - A DREAM COME TRUE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/StQq1FIyrLI/AAAAAAAABao/MNZKQa1UAUk/s1600-h/10072009113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/StQq1FIyrLI/AAAAAAAABao/MNZKQa1UAUk/s400/10072009113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391981745269812402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is what I call 'A DREAM COME TRUE'. I really love everything about Hello Kitty eve&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;r since! I just remembered the day which was decade ago that my elder sister bought plenty Hello Kitty collections for me from Japan.  I'm glad to have a photo taken in all the pink stuffs surrounding me! (Don't mind my friend included in the picture! lols)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;See what others aren’t saying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; at the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://wordlesswednesday.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WW Hub&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/StQs4U5HZaI/AAAAAAAABaw/-CPMa3KL494/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/StQs4U5HZaI/AAAAAAAABaw/-CPMa3KL494/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391984000061892002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-7809539655333763867?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/7809539655333763867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/10/ww-dream-come-true.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/7809539655333763867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/7809539655333763867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/10/ww-dream-come-true.html' title='WW - A DREAM COME TRUE!!!'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/StQq1FIyrLI/AAAAAAAABao/MNZKQa1UAUk/s72-c/10072009113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-7137856829306016625</id><published>2009-08-20T21:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T22:41:28.184+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heep heep hooray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenage thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adulthood'/><title type='text'>TWENTEEN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/So1fPN9mMaI/AAAAAAAABNo/aHiUhhJxnpo/s1600-h/HappyBirthdayToMe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/So1fPN9mMaI/AAAAAAAABNo/aHiUhhJxnpo/s400/HappyBirthdayToMe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372054645573562786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, as of AUGUST 19 2009, I am officially by the laws of science, twenty years old.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had an incredible birthday yesterday! I still can't believe I'm not a teenager anymore. I feel so OLD, like all of a sudden I need to turn into this wholly self-sufficient, responsible human being, and let me tell you, I am far, well not too far from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, something momentous happened: I turned 20. Bye bye teenage years. Years that I can say I was not able to enjoy to the fullest. I was busy following my parents instructions and staying at home. 20 is an important age. When your twenty years old your practically an adult...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My friend, whose birthday falls a month before mine, also turned 20. She and I joked about how we have successfully eliminated the danger of teenage pregnancy and laughed about how old we felt. But underneath my smile, I felt a little terrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty. The first digit of my age has changed. I am now closer to 40 than to zero.It’s not that I suddenly feel old, but it’s that I am suddenly acutely aware of the expectation for me to act my age, to mature into a confident, composed adult. And that expectation is one of the scariest things I can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To me, adulthood brings to mind a scattering of random ideas and concepts. I think the thing to do is to spend less time contemplating the process of growing up and more time simply living life. Maybe being an adult means not thinking about what it means to be an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a teenager, one of my biggest fears was never talked about by my parents or teachers or friends. It was the fear of writing the first five words of this paragraph -- "when I was a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one warns you that you might develop a fear of turning 20. As a child, my birthday was my favorite day of the year and I would count the days leading up to it with joyful anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;Teenage birthdays bring a special thrill. In United States of America, at Sweet Sixteen you can get your driver's license. At 17 you are able to see R-rated movies. At 18 you can vote, legally declare independence from your parents, sign forms on your own, buy cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes 20. You aren't really an adult yet, but after seven long years, suddenly you are no longer a teenager either. You are in your -- yikes -- 20s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people enter their 20s having no long-term goals. I had plenty. But then I turned 20, and I still didn't know how to change a tire or start a fire. I could barely cook or sew. I understood very little about government and politics. I didn't know how to straighten or curling my hair or put on eyeliner. I didn't know CPR. I couldn't imagine raising a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watch friend after friend approach the big two-oh, I realize this is a widespread fear. All we want is to turn 21 until we realize we're about to lose our teenage years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my friends give me a surprise celebration in our school. One of my friends knew about how I feel hating about AUGUST 19 to come. But she shared to me her first step toward acceptance was changing the name of the dreaded year to "twenteen." That way it doesn't seem quite so scary. lols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 20th birthday came and went, and once I'd made it past the big day, I realized that nothing was different at all. I was still a college student who was financially dependent on her parents. I was still a minor when it came to alcohol. No one's expectations for me had changed.&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'm pleased to be only 20 and to know you're reading what I have to say, even if I can't celebrate with a glass of wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to COCA COLA! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/So1f99Owq8I/AAAAAAAABOA/Tp1zutu9yGA/s1600-h/tokyo+upload.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/So1f99Owq8I/AAAAAAAABOA/Tp1zutu9yGA/s400/tokyo+upload.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372055448536001474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/So1fQJWOoqI/AAAAAAAABN4/heGHjFlGjU0/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/So1fQJWOoqI/AAAAAAAABN4/heGHjFlGjU0/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372054661514568354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-7137856829306016625?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/7137856829306016625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/08/twenteen.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/7137856829306016625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/7137856829306016625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/08/twenteen.html' title='TWENTEEN!'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/So1fPN9mMaI/AAAAAAAABNo/aHiUhhJxnpo/s72-c/HappyBirthdayToMe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-7379923884653616861</id><published>2009-07-30T21:51:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T01:09:02.706+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xquisite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenage thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daydreaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slick chik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loving it'/><title type='text'>One of the Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SnHNMwr1mFI/AAAAAAAABI4/Al1ZRPUiah0/s1600-h/silhouette-of-a-couple-sitting-and-talking-at-cafe-thumb7785072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SnHNMwr1mFI/AAAAAAAABI4/Al1ZRPUiah0/s400/silhouette-of-a-couple-sitting-and-talking-at-cafe-thumb7785072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364294250285865042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday was one of the best days ever happened in my life, I remember seeing my long time crush after a very long time, and being lucky enough to have had a conversation with him. As we were talking, I was thinking to myself, “Oh, ok. He’s still the same person I like before...but I don’t remember why I was so obsessed with him (Just don't mine the word 'obsessed' I wrote here). I wonder what made him stand out from all the rest?" At that moment when he approached me, we had an eye to eye contact, and I melted. It all came back to me in a sudden rush of emotions and recollections of kilig moments: this guy had the most beautiful eyes I’d ever seen in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I was hesitated whether I should meet him up or not, at last I chose to meet up with him. I have had mixed feelings for the whole day.When I see him, I realized that actually we were no longer like what we used to be. I tried to maintain my composure and holding back my feelings towards him. He took me to a fine dining restaurant inside the mall and he knew that I missed the ice cream which we had before (way back a very long time ago). Having the ice cream from that place did create some unwanted feelings. That's nothing I could do that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SnHOnf0W8qI/AAAAAAAABJI/GC5aP9FtMxI/s1600-h/reunions_mainimage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 156px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SnHOnf0W8qI/AAAAAAAABJI/GC5aP9FtMxI/s400/reunions_mainimage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364295809126298274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While having our dinner, he always talks and talks and share about his experiences and his life in abroad. I do the nodding and agreed and go with the flow with his stories. I just don't understand why he's always staring at me at those moments. I would admit that I missed those times that I had with him, more chatting and stories to share with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the middle of our dinner, since I was busy texting, he grabbed my phone and read the message, I was shocked and totally jumped from my sit trying to get back my phone, then in the midst of nowhere, a tragic thing happened, I heard a break of a glass...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; krrrkkksssshhhh.! tugshhhh.!&lt;/span&gt; The bottle of a hot sauce fell down and I broke it, the sauce scattered in the floor. I was really scared and really wants to go home immediately. On that moment I saw him felt guilty for grabbing my phone because if he didn't do such thing, I would not react that way and did a clumsy thing. Whew, at least the management didn't let us pay for the bottle of a hot sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SnHSU3uFUOI/AAAAAAAABJQ/uu-6WwM5GaA/s1600-h/z105748693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SnHSU3uFUOI/AAAAAAAABJQ/uu-6WwM5GaA/s400/z105748693.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364299887171424482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the dinner, we roamed around the mall. He bought some stuffs and we did chat a lot and I'm happy at least he's still the same fun, humorous, jolly and very talkative person I knew. He's always asking me if how is my life here and many more. Previously, his moves really torturing me and I had a feeling of being alienated. But I still pretty enjoy the whole process with him. And I'm also happy at least I can spend some valuable time with him before he's leaving back in abroad again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sent me home later in the evening, I felt really secured. It was a long journey and I really appreciate what he did. I know that I had let go of my former crush and I do hope that we can st&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SnHSjbjaJkI/AAAAAAAABJY/UbM_0JgPs3k/s1600-h/very-cute-kitten-pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SnHSjbjaJkI/AAAAAAAABJY/UbM_0JgPs3k/s400/very-cute-kitten-pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364300137308497474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ill be friends just as what we are right now. I will cherish all the good times we've had and for sure he will remain in my heart for a long long time as my friend. Thanks a lot my dear friend until the next time I see you again! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SnHNMvxYCeI/AAAAAAAABIw/rHNRd1U7nhA/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SnHNMvxYCeI/AAAAAAAABIw/rHNRd1U7nhA/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364294250040658402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-7379923884653616861?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/7379923884653616861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-of-best.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/7379923884653616861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/7379923884653616861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-of-best.html' title='One of the Best'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SnHNMwr1mFI/AAAAAAAABI4/Al1ZRPUiah0/s72-c/silhouette-of-a-couple-sitting-and-talking-at-cafe-thumb7785072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-877937046719878562</id><published>2009-07-22T19:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T20:00:04.715+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordless wednesday'/><title type='text'>WW - iiiiit's Bath Time!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/Smb-2170fwI/AAAAAAAABIo/bQw0A3s20CM/s1600-h/IMG_1745.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 407px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/Smb-2170fwI/AAAAAAAABIo/bQw0A3s20CM/s400/IMG_1745.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361252624575528706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/Smb-QIZ3HRI/AAAAAAAABIA/Ah3rRBsIQkg/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/Smb-QIZ3HRI/AAAAAAAABIA/Ah3rRBsIQkg/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361251959518469394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/Smb-QIZ3HRI/AAAAAAAABIA/Ah3rRBsIQkg/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-877937046719878562?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/877937046719878562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/07/ww-iiiiits-bath-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/877937046719878562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/877937046719878562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/07/ww-iiiiits-bath-time.html' title='WW - iiiiit&apos;s Bath Time!!'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/Smb-2170fwI/AAAAAAAABIo/bQw0A3s20CM/s72-c/IMG_1745.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-4903192976442009636</id><published>2009-07-22T18:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T19:27:55.667+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phenomena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xquisite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenage thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skywatch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loving it'/><title type='text'>Shrouded with Darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/Smb2YuR-96I/AAAAAAAABHo/cviOcJ43JbQ/s1600-h/capt.photo_1248236564609-1-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/Smb2YuR-96I/AAAAAAAABHo/cviOcJ43JbQ/s400/capt.photo_1248236564609-1-0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361243311031908258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Millions of Asians turned their eyes skyward Wednesday as dawn suddenly turned to darkness across the continent in the longes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t total &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; font-style: italic;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1248256894_0"&gt;solar &lt;leo_highlight style="border-bottom: 2px solid rgb(255, 255, 150); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; display: inline; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" id="leoHighlights_Underline_1" onclick="leoHighlightsHandleClick('leoHighlights_Underline_1')" onmouseover="leoHighlightsHandleMouseOver('leoHighlights_Underline_1')" onmouseout="leoHighlightsHandleMouseOut('leoHighlights_Underline_1')" leohighlights_keywords="eclipse" leohighlights_url="http%3A//thebrowserhighlighter.com/leonardo/highlights/keywords?keywords%3Declipse"&gt;eclipse&lt;/leo_highlight&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; of this century. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;The eclipse is the longest since July 11, 1991, when a total eclipse lasting 6 minutes, 53 seconds was visible from &lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1248256894_5"&gt;Hawaii&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1248256894_6"&gt;South Ame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1248256894_6"&gt;rica&lt;/span&gt;. There will not be a longer eclipse than Wednesday's until 2132.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-style: italic;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1248256894_7"&gt;celestial event&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; was met by a mixture of awe, e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xcitement and fear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Yahoo News!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And it’s history, today was the record-breaking Longest Total Solar &lt;leo_highlight style="border-bottom: 2px solid rgb(255, 255, 150); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; display: inline; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" id="leoHighlights_Underline_0" onclick="leoHighlightsHandleClick('leoHighlights_Underline_0')" onmouseover="leoHighlightsHandleMouseOver('leoHighlights_Underline_0')" onmouseout="leoHighlightsHandleMouseOut('leoHighlights_Underline_0')" leohighlights_keywords="eclipse" leohighlights_url="http%3A//thebrowserhighlighter.com/leonardo/highlights/keywords?keywords%3Declipse"&gt;Eclipse&lt;/leo_highlight&gt; ever experienced by the Human race - 6 minutes and 39 seconds total at its maximum point.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Most only experienced a partial &lt;leo_highlight style="border-bottom: 2px solid rgb(255, 255, 150); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; display: inline; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" id="leoHighlights_Underline_1" onclick="leoHighlightsHandleClick('leoHighlights_Underline_1')" onmouseover="leoHighlightsHandleMouseOver('leoHighlights_Underline_1')" onmouseout="leoHighlightsHandleMouseOut('leoHighlights_Underline_1')" leohighlights_keywords="eclipse" leohighlights_url="http%3A//thebrowserhighlighter.com/leonardo/highlights/keywords?keywords%3Declipse"&gt;eclipse&lt;/leo_highlight&gt; like us in the Philippines, but regardless, it was still an experience we will treasure and pass on to the next generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It so happened that I first read it on Reader's Digest month of July edition. I was excited and really planned to watch it since I don't have class this week.  Actually, it's not about curiosity why I'm very excited. It's just, I want to see something bizarre this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early in the morning just to witness the bizarre, once in a lifetime phenomenon. &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;The eclipse started at exactly 8:33:01 a.m., with maximum visibility at 9:43 a.m and ends at 11:01:51 a.m. I was really excited (as you can imagine) that I prepared my digicam and a camera film just to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I feel the thrill and excitement though I'm here in the Philippines. How much more if I'm in India where the total eclipse is very visible in the dawn, or in China, Bangladesh and Japan? Which the Solar eclipse shrouds some parts of Asia in cloak of darkness? Maybe I'll be jumpin' and jumpin' because of the excitement or drop my jaw because Total eclipses of the sun are breathtaking, jaw-dropping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Although partial in a sense (here in the Philippines), this phenomenon is still a sight to behold. During a partial eclipse the moon never completely covers     the Sun. The sky never darkens. The corona never appears. But     something wonderful &lt;i&gt;does&lt;/i&gt; happen. Little crescents pop     up everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partial Eclipse:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; photo taken July 22, 2009 by ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SmbzjkZDrwI/AAAAAAAABHI/ESdDmT7TPtE/s1600-h/IMG_1853.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 189px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SmbzjkZDrwI/AAAAAAAABHI/ESdDmT7TPtE/s400/IMG_1853.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361240198820900610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SmbzkZiz2rI/AAAAAAAABHg/OFaJLlAVfPQ/s1600-h/IMG_1852.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 188px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SmbzkZiz2rI/AAAAAAAABHg/OFaJLlAVfPQ/s400/IMG_1852.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361240213088885426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SmbzkMUve-I/AAAAAAAABHY/ww7sOpxT6jI/s1600-h/IMG_1850.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SmbzkMUve-I/AAAAAAAABHY/ww7sOpxT6jI/s400/IMG_1850.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361240209540217826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/Smbzj5ARk0I/AAAAAAAABHQ/Q0JszOPjqkU/s1600-h/IMG_1849.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/Smbzj5ARk0I/AAAAAAAABHQ/Q0JszOPjqkU/s400/IMG_1849.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361240204354097986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this picture with my digicam covering the lens with a camera film. Hmmm... this is the reason why it has a red background. Next time I will buy a powerful camera to capture good moments like this. Or any sponsor outhere who wants to share or offer or give their 'extra' camera??? hehe...Thanks in advance! lols...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I say, A total eclipse can change     your life.      &lt;p&gt;Partial eclipses, on the other hand, are just plain fun. *wink*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/Smb2Y-qzekI/AAAAAAAABHw/jz5zq5RZKKM/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/Smb2Y-qzekI/AAAAAAAABHw/jz5zq5RZKKM/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361243315430980162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-4903192976442009636?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/4903192976442009636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/07/shrouded-with-darkness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/4903192976442009636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/4903192976442009636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/07/shrouded-with-darkness.html' title='Shrouded with Darkness'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/Smb2YuR-96I/AAAAAAAABHo/cviOcJ43JbQ/s72-c/capt.photo_1248236564609-1-0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-8596088718789836804</id><published>2009-07-20T15:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T15:58:55.458+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenage thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothing else'/><title type='text'>HP 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SmQieQ7TJ6I/AAAAAAAABGg/Ii745Rg8plE/s1600-h/HarryPotter6_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SmQieQ7TJ6I/AAAAAAAABGg/Ii745Rg8plE/s400/HarryPotter6_03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360447359812839330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As you all know, I’m a pretty big Harry Potter fan. Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, my friend and I went to the cinema earlier before the movie will start because I am not willing to wait for an hour for tickets just to sit in a cramped cinema, with some kid with a bad cold sitting beside me, trying to remind me of his existence (and the snot that’s flowing down his nose) every time he inhales. Eww. But really, I do not want to miss Harry Potter 6. I mean, as much as I’m a big fan. I didn't miss any movie from 1-5 at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey! I saw &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince &lt;/strong&gt;the other day. I was shocked because there were less people in the cinema to watch the movie. Hmmm... it made me feel curious about it. Usually, every time HP movie will be showing, a lot of people and kids were lining up to bought tickets, and chairs inside the cinema are already full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the movie, honestly I didn’t like it .  Aside from the laughs it gave  in a number of scenes because of it’s humor, in spite of it’s 2 and a half hour showtime, it did not impress me much.  In short, I didn’t like it!  Yeah sure the effects were great but honestly I feel it was too shallow. Maybe because I was expecting too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, I was a fan of the books and I read them all (except the 7th book which I don't have it yet), I didn’t fell in love with the movie as much as I did with Transformers 2.  I think most of the moviegoers agree with me in this.  People were too silent after the last scene unfolded and the credits came out.  Going out you can here them say “That’s it?”  “That’s all?”  “This is what I paid P90 for?” (Well, P90 for a movie here is yet really expensive for some people here in my place. Not everyone can afford it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt guily for dragging my friend to watch HP movie. Though I know she's not fond of HP series, she still accompany me to watch it because she knows I'm fanatic to it. As the scenes gets sooo boring and boring, she always yawn and yawn and getting so sleepy which I am also doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SmQie8ky1mI/AAAAAAAABGo/y2aTzZ_bL9g/s1600-h/ron-weasley-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SmQie8ky1mI/AAAAAAAABGo/y2aTzZ_bL9g/s400/ron-weasley-photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360447371529606754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's okay since &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n Weasley&lt;/span&gt; was there to give humor to the audience. Some of the funny scenes are done with him and his new love affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, the movie is soo ewww. and Corny. and a little bit of sad. 'beard man' Dumbledore is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SmQieFaS_0I/AAAAAAAABGY/6fDq4ABKDEU/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SmQieFaS_0I/AAAAAAAABGY/6fDq4ABKDEU/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360447356721626946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-8596088718789836804?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/8596088718789836804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/07/hp-6.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/8596088718789836804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/8596088718789836804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/07/hp-6.html' title='HP 6'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SmQieQ7TJ6I/AAAAAAAABGg/Ii745Rg8plE/s72-c/HarryPotter6_03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-4977663886340708889</id><published>2009-07-20T13:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T15:15:02.071+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phenomena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monday morning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heep heep hooray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cdoc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenage thoughts'/><title type='text'>NO CLASS due to "ahh(HiNi)"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been awhile since I last posted here in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... what had happened to me. Maybe I just got busy on so many things that I already forgot I still have a Blog, short for web log which is my online diary or a journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways, moving along.... Today is Monday! and yeah, what a gloomy day today... it's cloudy outside and seems to rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have NO classes today and for the rest of the week, which I almost forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SmQY2PtjcSI/AAAAAAAABGI/DWeGivACnjw/s1600-h/20090611e31fb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SmQY2PtjcSI/AAAAAAAABGI/DWeGivACnjw/s400/20090611e31fb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360436776687333666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember a month ago, maybe 2 months ago?  H1N1, or Swine Flu as it was called back then was a hot topic on the news.  Mexico was ground zero for the swine flu.  The USA was not far behind, with plenty of cases of Swine Flu showing up in many US States.  There were many deaths in both the USA and Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, though, when I watch foreign news channels like CNN or others, H1N1 is rarely a topic any longer.  However, the virus has not gone away.  In fact, it seems to be getting even more widespread. The Philippines was one of the few H1N1 free countries in the early days of the Virus, but these days H1N1 seems to be spreading fast in my country! What the heck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the Philippine Department of Education is postponing classes in many Universities as a precaution toward stopping the spread of the H1N1 Virus. And yeah you guessed it. Our school is a victim of H1N1. Their are 8 cases in Xavier Highschool and reported recently 1 instructor has a swine flu in exact Xavier college where I'm studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our school was the first one to suspend classes in Universities and schools in Cagayan de oro at the height of the Influenza &lt;span class="highlight"&gt;AH1N1&lt;/span&gt; virus issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well well... because I don't have classes for the rest of the week then maybe I can enjoy a lot spending here in our house relaxing and getting busy for my online shop. Hope you'll visit it soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SmQY2phdmPI/AAAAAAAABGQ/zpzrvp3Sm10/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SmQY2phdmPI/AAAAAAAABGQ/zpzrvp3Sm10/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360436783615940850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-4977663886340708889?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/4977663886340708889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-class-due-to-ahhhini.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/4977663886340708889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/4977663886340708889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-class-due-to-ahhhini.html' title='NO CLASS due to &quot;ahh(HiNi)&quot;'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SmQY2PtjcSI/AAAAAAAABGI/DWeGivACnjw/s72-c/20090611e31fb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-857888489420156635</id><published>2009-06-01T20:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:12:59.457+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phenomena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenage thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Finally I can take a bath..tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SiPQaZQMFlI/AAAAAAAAA9I/CkbBx-fdhnQ/s1600-h/sick_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SiPQaZQMFlI/AAAAAAAAA9I/CkbBx-fdhnQ/s400/sick_girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342342734865503826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm at home with a cough and runny nose and fever a few days ago and I'm basically not feeling well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just one of those days where you throw up absolutely everywhere, lost track of where you are, get really disorientated and unable to balance and even wake up at night with a cough and have a high fever. And you know what you want to go to school to be enrolled! I'm not yet enrolled though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, a confession. I’m not a very good patient. When I’m sick (and I mean really sick), I don’t want to do anything. I want to stay in bed, watch bad movies and drink lots of water. I mostly, forgot to take my medicine in exact hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past few days I was sick. Very ill. And I strongly believe, it is due to the sudden change of weather here in our place and also to my exposure to crowded people in one of &lt;a href="http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/05/quite-experience.html"&gt;gov't offices&lt;/a&gt; here as I posted an entry few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fevers, chills, sweats while wearing sweats, and then having to get out of my sweats because of the sweat; with plenty of nausea, ageusia (lack of taste for food), insomnia, headaches. Weakness or asthenia, it really is all the same. Cough, ahem, with little apathy and body aches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in my recent illness, while I cursed my microscopic enemies, I am also grateful for the occasional (but not too often, OK?) reminder of what it is like to lose your health. Paradoxically, my first day back today was as refreshing to my part. I can enroll tomorrow and take a bath, Finally! lols! Ahm, I do still have a hard cough though.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*cough* *cough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SiPQaNO8BjI/AAAAAAAAA9A/gXbxa-NZRvU/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SiPQaNO8BjI/AAAAAAAAA9A/gXbxa-NZRvU/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342342731639031346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-857888489420156635?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/857888489420156635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally-i-can-take-bathtomorrow.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/857888489420156635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/857888489420156635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally-i-can-take-bathtomorrow.html' title='Finally I can take a bath..tomorrow'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SiPQaZQMFlI/AAAAAAAAA9I/CkbBx-fdhnQ/s72-c/sick_girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-6805735696220495161</id><published>2009-05-30T21:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:31:29.891+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saturday photohunt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slick chik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loving it'/><title type='text'>Photo Hunt: BOOK(s)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SiEygymeNKI/AAAAAAAAA8o/va9zq_sp0uo/s1600-h/photohunters2mo1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 82px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SiEygymeNKI/AAAAAAAAA8o/va9zq_sp0uo/s400/photohunters2mo1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341606171958457506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's theme: Book(s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SiE0IhYqbVI/AAAAAAAAA84/TMh3Y8fuGro/s1600-h/IMG_1835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SiE0IhYqbVI/AAAAAAAAA84/TMh3Y8fuGro/s400/IMG_1835.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341607954043530578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The books are page turners and I could not sleep properly until I am done reading until the end. Also, I like witchcraft and other worldly stories. Somehow, the books make me recall my late maternal grandmother’s penchant for story telling about aswang, mangkukulam, and such. &lt;div id="TixyyLink" style="border: medium none ; overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Harry Potter (Series) by JK Rowling - magic has always fascinated me, but the Harry Potter books got me: hook, line and sinker. Young, ordinary but not-so-ordinary people, thrust into two realities and forged in battles of the wizarding world and pubescent angst — what’s not to love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="TixyyLink" style="border: medium none ; overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sad to say, I don't have the 2 last books. Hope someone with a good heart will give or offer me those books. I'm pleading..... coz I just love reading it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SiEzFcFhFDI/AAAAAAAAA8w/fHyedp7nqqM/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SiEzFcFhFDI/AAAAAAAAA8w/fHyedp7nqqM/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341606801569813554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SiEzFcFhFDI/AAAAAAAAA8w/fHyedp7nqqM/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-6805735696220495161?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/6805735696220495161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/05/photo-hunt-books.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/6805735696220495161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/6805735696220495161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/05/photo-hunt-books.html' title='Photo Hunt: BOOK(s)'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SiEygymeNKI/AAAAAAAAA8o/va9zq_sp0uo/s72-c/photohunters2mo1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-301259970701932662</id><published>2009-05-30T16:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T18:07:12.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cdoc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenage thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Quite an experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the most visited and busiest public offices in downtown Cagayan de oro City is the National Statistics Office (NSO).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Transacting business at the National Statistics Office (NSO) in Cagayan de oro City is quite an experience – a chaotic experience that could test our patience and our resistance to dehydration. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Whether we like it or not, the NSO is now a part of our existence. Virtually all proofs of our identities, driver license, professional license, passport, etc., now require us to obtain “official” records from the NSO as support documents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went there Last Thursday May 28, 2009 to get my authenticated birth certificate for some purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, my experience at the particular public establishment got me so disgusted about. It does not dwell though, on official responsibilities and accountabilities attendant hereto. But mind you, it could drive some applicants to the brink of a heatstroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that same day, I woke up very much early which is beyond my 'usual wake up hours' just to get my birth certificate. I arrived at around 7:30 in the morning and whoa! when I saw the people, I thought it was some kind of fiesta around there. I got my priority no. which written to be no. 35.. So, at that very moment, I felt very happy. Who would not be? Receiving that no. is an accomplishment, thinking that it's just paid off my early morning breakthrough.. But oh well, I was thinking too much. Guess what? That no. 35 is  good for 2nd batch role call. The first batch is until 600. What the heck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited there for almost 3 hrs. Thinking and hoping that their system would be fast like their motto 'serbilis' or in short for 'serbisyo bilis' or to translate in english, '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fast service&lt;/span&gt;'. But it was a total opposite. There comes an announcement that their system has encountered problems, so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The queue of people with assigned numbers is brain-cracking. The situation inside and outside the office made it looked like sardines. the surrounding was so hot maybe just because, they do not have the best location that is accessible to residents here and other people in Region 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to go back later in the afternoon. I ate my lunch here in our house and slept for almost 1 hour. When I get back, I thought again that maybe my priority no. would be called super later in the afternoon maybe around 4pm. But hey! I was wrong. It was just so timing when I arrived around 1pm, my no. was called. Well, I just believe miracles do happen. Finally, I got my birth certificate and there, I'm glad I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked far, I glanced back to all the people who are left in there, waiting, starving, tired and maybe dieing (i think) then, I just thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really matters here is not only the tenants or even guards in there but the top NSO officials who failed to have a proper organizational plan to make things easy. If only NSO personnel empathize with our situation by means of implementing an organized and efficient service that any income-generating government office should deliver. It was very unfortunate that they overlooked this little hole of justice in their hasty compliance with the rule of law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no intent to offend anybody but for as long as this simple mess is left unattended by NSO officials, the ones who get screwed in the end are still the people from far flung areas –as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, NSO-Cagayan de oro City and NSO branches all over the Philippines should realize that we are humans, too, who could get dehydrated and could become weak when subjected to agonizing humidity and heat for hours. It could at least install more electric fans to provide adequate ventilation, or better still, install air conditioning units in the waiting/transaction area. Or at a very least provide some chairs  and  roof covering (if this is the right term) for all the people waiting outside rather than letting the people sat everywhere and heated by direct sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because it is earning at least a Hundred thousand from us every day, we believe that these little suggestions would not be such a big burden to NSO-CDOC. We look forward to the day when every transaction we process at NSO-CDOC would be a pleasant experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sorry to comment about the system of your services in office, but if I won’t do it, who will? I just hope to have made your day in this column. You ask for it and I believe ex uno disce omnes - from this one – you may learn all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SiEBqh2ScsI/AAAAAAAAA8I/3E9j8cO34_o/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SiEBqh2ScsI/AAAAAAAAA8I/3E9j8cO34_o/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341552463190323906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-301259970701932662?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/301259970701932662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/05/quite-experience.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/301259970701932662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/301259970701932662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/05/quite-experience.html' title='Quite an experience'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SiEBqh2ScsI/AAAAAAAAA8I/3E9j8cO34_o/s72-c/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-8387852172259134902</id><published>2009-05-24T19:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:07:46.860+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heep heep hooray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer classes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenage thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slick chik'/><title type='text'>Been very busy lately</title><content type='html'>Yes I got new theme again. I’m into plain and quite artistic right now. I mean, I want a simple but cute layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;SUMMER CLASSES&lt;/span&gt; are gone! and actually it was just last Wednesday when it ended and was my happiest day! Lol! no more daily quizzes no more early wake ups. Moreover, even finally summer classes is &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OFFICIALLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; over, but 1st semester is coming. I’m planning to again to have a full load of units.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like time is just flying and I have really been busy working on a number of things, my two elder brothers just got home a couple weeks ago and there are times we spent bonding times with each other, watching downloaded movies, going to mall, eating and playing &lt;a href="http://www.xbox.com/en-US/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xbox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just right now I'm catching up for the things I've been missing a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you around folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ShqJ2Mk1sjI/AAAAAAAAA7k/3m0W1tZ_A4E/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ShqJ2Mk1sjI/AAAAAAAAA7k/3m0W1tZ_A4E/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339731872382825010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-8387852172259134902?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/8387852172259134902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/05/been-very-busy-lately.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/8387852172259134902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/8387852172259134902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/05/been-very-busy-lately.html' title='Been very busy lately'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ShqJ2Mk1sjI/AAAAAAAAA7k/3m0W1tZ_A4E/s72-c/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-7284200622890786722</id><published>2009-04-19T19:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:18:46.662+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer classes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenage thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>My Summer Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SeskhzJP-_I/AAAAAAAAA6A/_Iqlqsn9fIA/s1600-h/Hmong_student_study01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 330px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SeskhzJP-_I/AAAAAAAAA6A/_Iqlqsn9fIA/s400/Hmong_student_study01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326391147379031026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know it's been a while since I posted an update but I'm really sorry. I'm too busy this summer that's why I did not post any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone! I hope you’re enjoying the first day of classes, or that you do enjoy your first day of classes if it doesn’t happen to be today. Personally, I’m kind of wondering where summer went but that’s probably because I’m one of those crazy students who took straight six hours of summer classes from 10:40 am til 4:oo pm and got an amazingly short two week break before it would be the enrollment for next semester. It could have been worse but luckily my classes were all pretty organized and mostly my professors we're cool and very nice (I wished) so aside from the “lack of summer” aspect and mostly 'NO eating at lunch time', I can’t complain much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many students, summer is a time to take a break from school. They might travel, see some old friends, work a little more to make extra money or just catch up on sleep. Other students take a different path. They opt to continue classes through the summer. The reasons behind this decision are often as varied as the students on campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every college girl – hell, every college student knows that school requires a lot of sacrifices. You give up things that you would have never otherwise dreamed of giving up beforehand. I’m entirely guilty of that (and don’t act like some of you aren’t, either), I’ve been taking my summer vacation for granted for years now, just vegging out, doing a little summer work, and reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEED&lt;/span&gt; to graduate in 2010; with the way tuition is, I can’t afford another semester or even another year. So since I was a little underweight in the distribution section, I decided to do what any smart, responsible college student would do; I signed up for summer classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer classes are no joke. They last just about a month, maybe a little bit longer. You’re learning things that are usually spread out throughout a semester, but crammed together into four weeks. It’s fast-paced, hectic, and time-consuming. It’s even harder if it’s a subject you’re not familiar with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking BM13 and 2 Math subjects, the famous statistics and struggling calculus. Mind you, I’m already pretty well knowledgeable in this Maths since high school. But now that it’s pretty much being crammed down and even &lt;em&gt;I’m&lt;/em&gt; having some difficulty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re taking summer classes, you can’t afford to be the slacker you might be tempted to be when those obscenely hot summer days roll around. You have to go to every class, because so much material is packed into one day that even that one absence can screw you over. You know that model student you promise you’re going to be in the beginning of the semester, but it eventually goes downhill? That’s the way you’ve gotta be during summer courses. Take notes, study, do all your homework, show up to every class, and ask questions. If you’re confused about something and you don’t take the chance to ask the professor right then, you’re pretty much screwed in terms of hoping it’s gonna come back up again to clarify itself. Trust me, it ain’t gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing about summer classes is that it’s over pretty quickly. Like I said, they range from about four to five weeks. After that, you never need to look at that Statistics or Baby Bio book again. They’re also pretty convenient, it’s a little painful, but faster and even easier in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I’ll continue this on another day to avoid writing you a novel, but good luck with classes and until the next post, take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SeskhhD5O8I/AAAAAAAAA54/9kKqiFDagQo/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SeskhhD5O8I/AAAAAAAAA54/9kKqiFDagQo/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326391142524730306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-7284200622890786722?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/7284200622890786722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-summer-class.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/7284200622890786722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/7284200622890786722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-summer-class.html' title='My Summer Class'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SeskhzJP-_I/AAAAAAAAA6A/_Iqlqsn9fIA/s72-c/Hmong_student_study01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-3578446354725583971</id><published>2009-04-03T20:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T21:05:44.299+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenage thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Dream Destinations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It’s still summertime! Summer is the most wonderful time of the year, (as I always say) don’t you think? It’s the time when we can do anything we want. One of the main reasons why I love summer is it’s the best time to T-R-A-V-E-L, one of my favorite things to do! But unfortunately this summer season is NOT the best time to travel because I'm having my summer classes and the fact that the world is struggling for financial crisis these days. This summer, if I had the resources to travel as much as I want to, I would gladly visit these wonderful places:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SdYDI11ynxI/AAAAAAAAA5A/YH9qNT4cpwc/s1600-h/20090329-greece.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SdYDI11ynxI/AAAAAAAAA5A/YH9qNT4cpwc/s400/20090329-greece.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320443460211351314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;Santorini, Greece&lt;br /&gt;Just look at that spectacular view. Imagine sitting on the steps and facing that blue ocean. Wouldn’t that be paradise? I first fell in love with Santorini when I watched the Sisterhood of Traveling pants.  I love how it’s so different from the city. Their culture is definitely unique and their surroundings are just a breath of fresh air. I would do anything to go there and bring my friends with me, too. Now that would be an awesome summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SdYDIx1FjII/AAAAAAAAA44/hYm6wsNhcFE/s1600-h/20090329-amanpulo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 197px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SdYDIx1FjII/AAAAAAAAA44/hYm6wsNhcFE/s400/20090329-amanpulo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320443459134655618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;Amanpulo, Palawan&lt;br /&gt;Three words: TO DIE FOR. I once watched an episode in television and the host was in that place together with co-hosts and they said that everything they spent for was worth it. If you want to get away from the hustle and bustle of life, this is the place to go. And the best part is it’s right here in the Philippines. Just look at that crystal blue water and that white sand. Who wouldn’t love to relax in that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SdYE92Dk-GI/AAAAAAAAA5I/KlNcJY0XvKU/s1600-h/disney4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SdYE92Dk-GI/AAAAAAAAA5I/KlNcJY0XvKU/s400/disney4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320445470313871458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;Tokyo, Japan&lt;br /&gt;Together with my mother and father, we visited Japan during the summer of 2001 and it was one of my fondest memories as a child because it was such a blast. we went there to attend the graduation of my elder sister, and on those days that we've been there, I experienced going to places I've never been to such as entering their huge malls and meeting 'weird' Japanese faces in the train lols!. and We went to Tokyo Disneyland (which is probably the biggest theme park in the planet), . We always had somewhere to go to and it was FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SdYDIq3BZAI/AAAAAAAAA4o/Fve19Dep998/s1600-h/20090329-paris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SdYDIq3BZAI/AAAAAAAAA4o/Fve19Dep998/s400/20090329-paris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320443457263723522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. Paris, France&lt;br /&gt;Paris will always be at the top of my list! I just want to stand in front of the Eiffel Tower and have my picture taken. I want to visit the Louvre and see the ever famous Mona Lisa. I want to try out their delicious food and just immerse myself in true Parisian culture. Going on an adventure and seeing how these Europeans live is always fun. And it’s Paris, you know? Need I say anything more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SdYDIvVvXrI/AAAAAAAAA4g/LdHYYz-ZJ6M/s1600-h/20090329-sydney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 173px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SdYDIvVvXrI/AAAAAAAAA4g/LdHYYz-ZJ6M/s400/20090329-sydney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320443458466307762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5. Sydney, Australia&lt;br /&gt;It’s time to move down South and see what Sydney has to offer. I had never been in Australia but soon I will eventually land in that place. It is such a beautiful place. As I've red in the internet Darling Harbour is intended to be one of Sydney's "buzz" places ( pronounced by Australians as DAH-LING HA-BOH) is my next destination if I will land there because it is just so vibrant, so full of life and energy, even at night.  And lastly, I would like to watch a concert in the Sydney Opera House though I'm not fond of anything theatrical but Sydney is definitely a beautiful place and I would love to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about all these places makes me want to visit them so bad. I just love experiencing new and exciting things, especially in another country and culture! I’m crossing my fingers and hoping that next year I'm having the best time of my life and it’s going to be one of these places! I hope you have an awesome summer, filled with wonderful memories! Cheers to the most wonderful time of the year! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SdYI98Gtz8I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/6YfNoPiEBII/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SdYI98Gtz8I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/6YfNoPiEBII/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320449869984157634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://twitthis.com/login"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 22px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SdYI-A83rLI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/bsi-1wKkQGU/s400/twitthis_grey_72x22.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320449871285038258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-3578446354725583971?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/3578446354725583971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/04/dream-destination.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/3578446354725583971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/3578446354725583971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/04/dream-destination.html' title='Dream Destinations'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SdYDI11ynxI/AAAAAAAAA5A/YH9qNT4cpwc/s72-c/20090329-greece.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-771476070230402871</id><published>2009-03-30T20:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:46:01.404+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phenomena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenage thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skywatch'/><title type='text'>R.O.S rain on summer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SdC8_IZGtAI/AAAAAAAAA4I/438iH70ZhHg/s1600-h/IMG_1718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SdC8_IZGtAI/AAAAAAAAA4I/438iH70ZhHg/s400/IMG_1718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318958952695116802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A welcome respite from the intensifying March summer heat, earlier this afternoon is greeted with pouring rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I just say rain? what the heck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SdC8lXgQrNI/AAAAAAAAA34/BIZ5Ty-EtSs/s1600-h/IMG_1728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SdC8lXgQrNI/AAAAAAAAA34/BIZ5Ty-EtSs/s400/IMG_1728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318958510075063506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is just very unusual when it rains during summer. But this phenomenon is currently happening in my country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having occasional rainfalls during summer isn't really new but it's also not common. Some said that these rains of the summer is the effect of the rapidly changing atmosphere of the planet earth. Some are saying that this is normal and happens once in awhile. Well, for some it's ok and some find it annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, for me it is very okay. In a sense that I enjoy the cool air we missed during this season and yes! I almost forgot, I had always been thinking watering our plants. Since our plants over here is almost dead because of the heat of the sun and also! My mother had always been reminding me to do this kind of chore even before she left abroad. She just love plants so much! specially orchids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But heaven just soo good to do the chore for me. Now I'm pretty sure our plants will not be dead terribly as they have already sipped much water they need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my mother: 'Hello ma! Your plants are not yet all dead. Well, some of them are. But don't worry they've been taking care of themselves even without my help lols. You see they are still healthy! Here is one of your fave.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SdC8lHGxCQI/AAAAAAAAA3o/oaRG0PcIwEI/s1600-h/IMG_0476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SdC8lHGxCQI/AAAAAAAAA3o/oaRG0PcIwEI/s400/IMG_0476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318958505673165058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SdC9WQekwsI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/5pUX9mV8Lo8/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SdC9WQekwsI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/5pUX9mV8Lo8/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318959350002533058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://twitthis.com/login"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 22px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SdC9WbNuiTI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/YHruhYEtsrY/s400/twitthis_grey_72x22.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318959352884660530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-771476070230402871?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/771476070230402871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/03/helo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/771476070230402871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/771476070230402871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/03/helo.html' title='R.O.S rain on summer?'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SdC8_IZGtAI/AAAAAAAAA4I/438iH70ZhHg/s72-c/IMG_1718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-8807575777841060185</id><published>2009-03-28T06:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T06:00:00.506+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saturday photohunt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xquisite'/><title type='text'>Saturday Scavenger Hunt : HANDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SctNGLYQ92I/AAAAAAAAA20/RIOie0fBUGs/s1600-h/photohunters2mo1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 82px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SctNGLYQ92I/AAAAAAAAA20/RIOie0fBUGs/s400/photohunters2mo1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317428553570121570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This week's theme: Hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SctMsMBYS7I/AAAAAAAAA2s/KhodbyJqKBg/s1600-h/DSC01139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SctMsMBYS7I/AAAAAAAAA2s/KhodbyJqKBg/s400/DSC01139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317428107065969586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My friends and I just do some 'Corny Stuffs'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SctOFpXhfuI/AAAAAAAAA28/6hgZkGKBB_8/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SctOFpXhfuI/AAAAAAAAA28/6hgZkGKBB_8/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317429643951832802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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://twitthis.com/login"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 22px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SctOGF_iYxI/AAAAAAAAA3E/go9-HSm94Dk/s400/twitthis_grey_72x22.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317429651635856146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-8807575777841060185?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/8807575777841060185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/03/saturday-scavenger-hunt-hands.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/8807575777841060185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/8807575777841060185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/03/saturday-scavenger-hunt-hands.html' title='Saturday Scavenger Hunt : HANDS'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SctNGLYQ92I/AAAAAAAAA20/RIOie0fBUGs/s72-c/photohunters2mo1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-1895728298998391885</id><published>2009-03-25T21:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:15:51.698+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xquisite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordless wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slick chik'/><title type='text'>WW - Yummy or Just Blushy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScoshPM43WI/AAAAAAAAA18/tbkAybxeaK8/s1600-h/IMG_1704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScoshPM43WI/AAAAAAAAA18/tbkAybxeaK8/s320/IMG_1704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317111259592187234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/Scosh5LCMkI/AAAAAAAAA2E/8NLSc-a0KxM/s1600-h/IMG_1706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/Scosh5LCMkI/AAAAAAAAA2E/8NLSc-a0KxM/s320/IMG_1706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317111270858699330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScotPg_zsWI/AAAAAAAAA2U/qR45aUNU6QE/s1600-h/IMG_1707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScotPg_zsWI/AAAAAAAAA2U/qR45aUNU6QE/s320/IMG_1707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317112054643143010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just WISH someone will give me imported-yummy-looking-blush on like this one~! *_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-1895728298998391885?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/1895728298998391885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/03/ww-yummy-or-just-blushy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/1895728298998391885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/1895728298998391885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/03/ww-yummy-or-just-blushy.html' title='WW - Yummy or Just Blushy?'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScoshPM43WI/AAAAAAAAA18/tbkAybxeaK8/s72-c/IMG_1704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-8739049243087989732</id><published>2009-03-19T00:56:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T22:08:36.552+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thursday thirteen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenage thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>How to spend a Great Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScEtrUKRMUI/AAAAAAAAA1c/myB1pVlJ_28/s1600-h/t13-38-mine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScEtrUKRMUI/AAAAAAAAA1c/myB1pVlJ_28/s400/t13-38-mine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314579257443299650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 Ways To Kick Off A Great Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School’s out! It’s the perfect time for some Me Time—and I've got 13 great ways to spend it!&lt;br /&gt;Might as well you want to know about it...soo here it is! Of course you can follow this tips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Stuff all my school books into the deepest, darkest corner of my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Getting on my blog to keep me busy during the summer days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Buy a hammock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScEt7Bhi6uI/AAAAAAAAA1k/8hrZvy-bgP0/s1600-h/hot_summer_dog_ears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 167px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScEt7Bhi6uI/AAAAAAAAA1k/8hrZvy-bgP0/s320/hot_summer_dog_ears.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314579527318563554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Since we don't have air conditioner at home, I would turn the electric fan on full blast, and sleep the afternoon away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Buy a kikay kit full of beach beauty products. (If ever I can go to a beach)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Turn up the volume, and sing my favorite song really loud while jumping up and down on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Get on the Internet and search for something new and cool sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Get a foot scrub and a pedicure so I can start wearing my summer flip-flops. But I usually do foot scrubbing and pedicure on my own skill and talent. yeah!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScEvOf46y7I/AAAAAAAAA10/pKn-OMcbbyk/s1600-h/1017113904_ceeab10b7c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScEvOf46y7I/AAAAAAAAA10/pKn-OMcbbyk/s320/1017113904_ceeab10b7c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314580961398803378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Buy my favorite ice cream and not be afraid to eat it. Even if it would be a 1 gallon of ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Take a bath at least 3 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Playing my sport- tennis together with my colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Practice my backstroke. In case, I will be going to some swimming activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lastly...is to CHILL out this SUMMER! Beat the Summer heat by eating 'Halo-halo', ice cream, drinking uber chilled coke, ice tea and even eating ice! Which is one of my hobbies of all time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScEubbuExgI/AAAAAAAAA1s/731GFXUu4Dw/s1600-h/HALOHALO500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 162px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScEubbuExgI/AAAAAAAAA1s/731GFXUu4Dw/s320/HALOHALO500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314580084106249730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScEtVE8dC_I/AAAAAAAAA1M/mb6mHb3Pe1A/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScEtVE8dC_I/AAAAAAAAA1M/mb6mHb3Pe1A/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314578875401702386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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://twitthis.com/login"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 22px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScEtVH6YVEI/AAAAAAAAA1U/bctX6s2JHAQ/s400/twitthis_grey_72x22.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314578876198310978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-8739049243087989732?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/8739049243087989732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-to-spend-great-summer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/8739049243087989732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/8739049243087989732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-to-spend-great-summer.html' title='How to spend a Great Summer'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScEtrUKRMUI/AAAAAAAAA1c/myB1pVlJ_28/s72-c/t13-38-mine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-6681703071194017164</id><published>2009-03-19T00:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T00:31:56.482+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slick chik'/><title type='text'>Summer Trippin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScEf_gr7x4I/AAAAAAAAA1E/Y79G4qrDCLA/s1600-h/ist2_6199403-hot-summer-brunette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScEf_gr7x4I/AAAAAAAAA1E/Y79G4qrDCLA/s400/ist2_6199403-hot-summer-brunette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314564211240322946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold days are over, and heat is all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer has started. Where are you off to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting down the days to summer is finally over—it's here! So, have you been planning trips with your girl friends? Your family? What are your dream summer getaways? Well, since I'm just staying here in our place this summer season, this week's Q is Where are you off to this summer? I want to know. Share your summer plans with me or let me know how your recent trip turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise, I will not get envy..!! Hmmm.. I try not toooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Have a happy summer!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScEf-8_x-JI/AAAAAAAAA00/t5U4-JroRx8/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScEf-8_x-JI/AAAAAAAAA00/t5U4-JroRx8/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314564201659889810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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://twitthis.com/login"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 22px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScEf_QyhALI/AAAAAAAAA08/lyJLutDIhgw/s400/twitthis_grey_72x22.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314564206972960946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-6681703071194017164?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/6681703071194017164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/03/summer-trippin.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/6681703071194017164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/6681703071194017164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/03/summer-trippin.html' title='Summer Trippin&apos;'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScEf_gr7x4I/AAAAAAAAA1E/Y79G4qrDCLA/s72-c/ist2_6199403-hot-summer-brunette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-498329756033835020</id><published>2009-03-18T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:53:35.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenage thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loving it'/><title type='text'>Hooraaahyy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScEKe-YOTBI/AAAAAAAAA0s/BaASBh6MYN8/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScEKe-YOTBI/AAAAAAAAA0s/BaASBh6MYN8/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314540562530847762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ohhh my GOD I'm loving it. Im free!!&lt;br /&gt;my final exams was finished, and one word came out from my mouth "HORRaahhyy". :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a while, and I thought this might be a good time to write in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last 4 months has been used for school for finishing everything, and preparing for our final exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, uhm I mean just last Saturday I finished my last exam, which went pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!!!....I'm so happy today, because I just finished my final exams and now I can have more time to concentrate my blog. Actually I have 2 months holiday, so my plan is to spend the next few weeks catching up with some things that has been left behind. But since I have to attend summer classes for a month, means only a month would be my holiday. HMmmm.. Whatever! I want to go anywhere, I'm just so..sooo uber happy...yeah......what should I do for a month? blogging???LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could go somewhere! Travel! Yeah travel!! Be exposed and have fun!&lt;br /&gt;But well, maybe I can't do this on this summer season...I would rather reserved this traveling adventure for next year! Yes! Right! Summer travel celebration will be next year! I'm pretty sure I will have lots of stories to tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScEKeUw1ieI/AAAAAAAAA0c/M2yABQRrA0A/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScEKeUw1ieI/AAAAAAAAA0c/M2yABQRrA0A/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314540551359793634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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://twitthis.com/login"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 22px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScEKeq8SKCI/AAAAAAAAA0k/MkxFkKhk5jY/s400/twitthis_grey_72x22.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314540557313386530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-498329756033835020?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/498329756033835020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/03/hooraaahyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/498329756033835020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/498329756033835020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/03/hooraaahyy.html' title='Hooraaahyy!!!'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScEKe-YOTBI/AAAAAAAAA0s/BaASBh6MYN8/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-5728108493428395926</id><published>2009-03-18T21:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:22:50.711+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordless wednesday'/><title type='text'>WW - It's not what you think it is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScD0VmPTCVI/AAAAAAAAAzc/8bckBwmdQow/s1600-h/IMG_1676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScD0VmPTCVI/AAAAAAAAAzc/8bckBwmdQow/s400/IMG_1676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314516212176324946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScD0Guif0FI/AAAAAAAAAzU/Z8Z4dAq-WZ0/s1600-h/IMG_1677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScD0Guif0FI/AAAAAAAAAzU/Z8Z4dAq-WZ0/s400/IMG_1677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314515956706299986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...soO you thought it's that BIG right? I wish it was. But my 'naughty' father put it in my door. I just noticed it early this morning. Well, maybe I just noticed this now because it was tooo small to get noticed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when was the time he puts this in my door... hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScD0j1T549I/AAAAAAAAAzk/7UBhV9TIO1U/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScD0j1T549I/AAAAAAAAAzk/7UBhV9TIO1U/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314516456740348882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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://twitthis.com/login"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 22px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScD0kNkJVKI/AAAAAAAAAzs/BGxd-Ikb7ds/s400/twitthis_grey_72x22.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314516463250920610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-5728108493428395926?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/5728108493428395926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/03/ww-its-not-what-you-think-it-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/5728108493428395926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/5728108493428395926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/03/ww-its-not-what-you-think-it-is.html' title='WW - It&apos;s not what you think it is'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScD0VmPTCVI/AAAAAAAAAzc/8bckBwmdQow/s72-c/IMG_1676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-6352093254856309747</id><published>2009-03-18T20:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:29:50.636+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet connection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenage thoughts'/><title type='text'>NO internet at HOme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScEEZfal_KI/AAAAAAAAA0U/00mjRzOwFKs/s1600-h/no_internet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 204px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScEEZfal_KI/AAAAAAAAA0U/00mjRzOwFKs/s400/no_internet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314533871250177186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it,I made it through a weekend and whole soo boring days without the Internet at home.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we do have internet at home, DSL actually. But due to unforseen circumstances, I'm left with no internet started days ago till yesterday. I'm used of 'always' having an internet connection at home, so it will be pretty good to have. But on those days without internet or cable televison and given that I'm relatively bored, I entertained myself by borrowing DVD's (pirated DVD's ssshhhh keep quiet! lols!) from my friends. Thanks to my uber thoughtful friends! I have to say, I'm quite happy with it and how my addiction to movies have come a long way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScEDs4UUMMI/AAAAAAAAAz0/BNK4h1pHm0Y/s1600-h/IMG_1678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScEDs4UUMMI/AAAAAAAAAz0/BNK4h1pHm0Y/s320/IMG_1678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314533104840618178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScEDtS8W12I/AAAAAAAAAz8/ozdECGwAwGE/s1600-h/IMG_1680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScEDtS8W12I/AAAAAAAAAz8/ozdECGwAwGE/s320/IMG_1680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314533111987885922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yah! It's a lot, I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what? Having &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; internet at home is somewhat awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good things about having no Internet at home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;More sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No late nights writing and surfing when, really, I could have been sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Better sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed with a clear brain, rather than being overstimulated from ingesting a lot of useless information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;More peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah...I love getting to that point where I have to figure out what to do because I can't suck away my time online. It feels scary, and awesome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey! Don't get me wrong! I mentioned that having NO internet is 'somewhat' awesome  but what I  just mean is I CAN'T SURVIVE having No internet. All year round or worse, forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God we have it back!!! I'm uber Happy~~  *_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScEEZaXNESI/AAAAAAAAA0M/ytFYZlwFqAs/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScEEZaXNESI/AAAAAAAAA0M/ytFYZlwFqAs/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314533869893783842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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://twitthis.com/login"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 22px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScEEYzser9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/04jvfwOGFu0/s400/twitthis_grey_72x22.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314533859514036178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-6352093254856309747?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/6352093254856309747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-internet-at-home.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/6352093254856309747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/6352093254856309747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-internet-at-home.html' title='NO internet at HOme'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/ScEEZfal_KI/AAAAAAAAA0U/00mjRzOwFKs/s72-c/no_internet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-4928675126707833088</id><published>2009-03-11T11:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T11:53:07.278+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordless wednesday'/><title type='text'>WW - Happy pOpo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/Sbc0_MsuXeI/AAAAAAAAAyU/WB9d71RtGuk/s1600-h/IMG_1172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/Sbc0_MsuXeI/AAAAAAAAAyU/WB9d71RtGuk/s400/IMG_1172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311772545852005858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/Sbc0-7PyfXI/AAAAAAAAAyM/hhssFpukrIA/s1600-h/IMG_1176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/Sbc0-7PyfXI/AAAAAAAAAyM/hhssFpukrIA/s400/IMG_1176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311772541167238514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/Sbc1XvoEIsI/AAAAAAAAAyc/uA_e_KDk-A4/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/Sbc1XvoEIsI/AAAAAAAAAyc/uA_e_KDk-A4/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311772967544562370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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://twitthis.com/login"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 22px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/Sbc1X8BDt4I/AAAAAAAAAyk/R04CTLb44ik/s400/twitthis_grey_72x22.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311772970870617986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-4928675126707833088?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/4928675126707833088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/03/ww-happy-popo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/4928675126707833088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/4928675126707833088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/03/ww-happy-popo.html' title='WW - Happy pOpo'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/Sbc0_MsuXeI/AAAAAAAAAyU/WB9d71RtGuk/s72-c/IMG_1172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-4007677601154004630</id><published>2009-03-10T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T00:12:48.500+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenage thoughts'/><title type='text'>Stressful week</title><content type='html'>This post is going to be so random following the pattern set by my previous posts. It would also be a deliberate display of stupidity as one may put it. One big trash entrusted to the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:15 in the morning. and I'm still up. I haven’t finished studying…I have three remaining exams this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to be writing about something…But since this window took a lot of time to load  realized that it was plain rubbish not worth typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I happy? Obviously I am not. Am I worried? I sure am. As always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have mentioned, I am far from being done with the tasks whose difficulties I failed to estimate correctly. I have asked myself a lot of times already how long it would actually take me to learn proper time management. And after contemplating for almost half the day, obviously there is just no way I will be learning my lesson soon. Of course this is unless one swift blow to the head gets my mind unhinged ironically setting my thinking straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a stressful week to every college students like me! lols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SbUL4J4ReoI/AAAAAAAAAxE/xHEBqG2EkBk/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SbUL4J4ReoI/AAAAAAAAAxE/xHEBqG2EkBk/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311164394905893506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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://twitthis.com/login"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 22px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SbUL33z7BNI/AAAAAAAAAw8/KNIZ9d5HKyI/s400/twitthis_grey_72x22.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311164390055806162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-4007677601154004630?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/4007677601154004630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/03/stressful-week.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/4007677601154004630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/4007677601154004630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/03/stressful-week.html' title='Stressful week'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SbUL4J4ReoI/AAAAAAAAAxE/xHEBqG2EkBk/s72-c/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-7094297931280247609</id><published>2009-03-04T00:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T00:45:07.567+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordless wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slick chik'/><title type='text'>WW - One and Only</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/Sa1bJoE9u5I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/VszjPDWRKPw/s1600-h/withAriane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 439px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/Sa1bJoE9u5I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/VszjPDWRKPw/s400/withAriane.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308999756674874258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 'One and Only' remembrance I have when I was baptized.I was 'One' year old in this photo.&lt;br /&gt;This picture over here was taken at the best studio (before) somewhere here in our place after the baptism.&lt;br /&gt;My elder sister is my 'One and Only' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ninang&lt;/span&gt; or Godmother during that moment because we can't afford to pay people and participate in the ceremony at that time.&lt;br /&gt;And yes! I almost forgot! My mother told me that I was baptized during the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fiesta&lt;/span&gt; celebration in the city, actually it was a mass baptism..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still memorable right??!&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/Sa1a7dbjDjI/AAAAAAAAAwA/3_Iloqi1FQk/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/Sa1a7dbjDjI/AAAAAAAAAwA/3_Iloqi1FQk/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308999513298636338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://twitthis.com/login"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 22px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/Sa1a7izfY3I/AAAAAAAAAwI/0rXVuFFBWLw/s400/twitthis_grey_72x22.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308999514741236594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-7094297931280247609?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/7094297931280247609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/03/ww-one-and-only.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/7094297931280247609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/7094297931280247609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/03/ww-one-and-only.html' title='WW - One and Only'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/Sa1bJoE9u5I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/VszjPDWRKPw/s72-c/withAriane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-414394407915737192</id><published>2009-03-02T20:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:56:50.338+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenage thoughts'/><title type='text'>Happy thoughts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SavUVUZdpkI/AAAAAAAAAvY/Lh_Esb56Bms/s1600-h/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 165px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SavUVUZdpkI/AAAAAAAAAvY/Lh_Esb56Bms/s400/sad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308570048504112706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure why, but it seems to me that teens these days are much more stressed than my expectation of my generation. Browsing through Multiply and Facebook, I always notice how my younger friends’ posts are often related to being sad or angry or annoyed. What’s worse is that being sad or angry or annoyed seems to be the “in” thing. How come happiness isn’t cool anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by Coca-Cola’s new ad campaign (you’ve probably seen those huge billboards all over the city. I love the message that something as “ordinary” as a bottle of Coke can make you smile.), I’ve come up with a list of things you shouldn’t get stressed over. I hope this helps you see the brighter side of things, because life is too short to waste on NOT being happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SavVr3c_UdI/AAAAAAAAAvo/Ry1DXl989vg/s1600-h/ystar3sw9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SavVr3c_UdI/AAAAAAAAAvo/Ry1DXl989vg/s400/ystar3sw9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308571535382893010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Discovering that you’ve already worn out your favorite pair of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;This just means they’ve already served their purpose because you’ve already worn them enough times. They’ve already gone to the mall, to the park, to your best friend’s house, and even out of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A bad grade on a test.&lt;br /&gt;There will always be other tests, which you can promise yourself you’ll study harder for and definitely do better on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A fight with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;There are exceptions, of course, but as a general rule, the friends who will stick with you no matter what are the friends you’ve fought and made up with at least once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A strict set of rules and a curfew earlier than everyone else’s.&lt;br /&gt;In my favorite show Privileged, one character says, “I think kids secretly want boundaries. They want to be told what’s okay and what’s not.” Think about it—what kind of decisions would you make and what kind of person would you be if your parents let you do anything you wanted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A broken phone, a busted Net connection, and other technology woes.&lt;br /&gt;This only goes to prove that you shouldn’t rely on modern technology for everything. Can’t text your best friend? Call her landline instead. Can’t do research online? Head over to the library. Our grandparents lived without gadgets and gizmos—I’m sure you can too, at least until you get a new phone and have your Internet fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your crush not liking you back.&lt;br /&gt;You may feel like you will never meet anyone as cute or as smart or as charming as he is, but trust me, you will. And when that guy comes, he will think YOU are the cutest, smartest, most charming person he’s ever met!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Being single on this year of the Ox's??.&lt;br /&gt;Go out with your girlfriends. Stay home and bake cookies. Or, like me, make plans to watch complete season of 'Gossip Girl' or my all-time favorite 'Smallville'.! just monopolize your stale Dvd's at home. or rather, go for an exercise sports this upcoming summer season! I'm pretty sure, when classes starts, your friends will be shocked of the new figure you have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve left the last three spaces blank—those are for YOU to fill! Let me know what you come up with and let’s trade happy thoughts! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SavUVMK2Z2I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/18tlulVEFZk/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SavUVMK2Z2I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/18tlulVEFZk/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308570046295336802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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://twitthis.com/login"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 22px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SavUVZxa9QI/AAAAAAAAAvg/H4wAzYsa8nw/s400/twitthis_grey_72x22.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308570049946776834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-414394407915737192?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/414394407915737192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/414394407915737192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/414394407915737192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-thoughts.html' title='Happy thoughts!'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SavUVUZdpkI/AAAAAAAAAvY/Lh_Esb56Bms/s72-c/sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-3643141167084365130</id><published>2009-02-21T23:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T00:01:14.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activity'/><title type='text'>Will you ask a fortune teller to predict your own future?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SaAZ9f2jIjI/AAAAAAAAAvI/bqTYC0sX_Pc/s1600-h/tarot_cards_2_by_cassandra_tiensivu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SaAZ9f2jIjI/AAAAAAAAAvI/bqTYC0sX_Pc/s400/tarot_cards_2_by_cassandra_tiensivu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305268905355452978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a blast! A blast of stress and pressure after we had our 'required' recollection. My friends decided to go to a fortune teller somewhere here in our place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortune telling is sometimes believable and so as unbelievable. It doesn't hurt to try so I then joined my friends. When it was already my turn and she saw me, her first uttered word was that I'm very friendly, generous and she told me a lot of things that worth good to hear. Almost positive vibes. That something good will happen, a happy love life for the rest of my life and of course a stunning career and all of my hopes and wishes will do come true. Yes! I know right? So far so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually,I'm afraid of indulging myself to this kind of stuff. I'm afraid of going to a fortune teller. I'm afraid of what the fortune teller's gonna tell me and as what I've known, it's a bad thing going to this such kind of thing. It seems you lack faith in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they say if said something bad like, you will die at certain age in traffic accident or something else, the reason it could actually happen is, because you are scared and expecting it to at any time and it more likely to come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If fortune teller say you will meet a dark haired man/woman, it will happen because you will be looking, and wondering whom it will be.. BUT you will think wow that fortune teller was right.. But no, that was only due to you are expecting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like a fortune teller to tell me that I will win much money or be millionaire hah hah hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the day, I realized that my friends and I were young and sometimes insecure. For the reason that we really indulge ourselves to this kind of activity. I once consulted card reader for a look into my future especially my love life and career life. Actually the event yesterday was my second try in going to a fortune teller. I decided to stopped because I heard the same thing over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you happen to go to a fortune telling already don't believe a 100% of things the card reader tells you. Do it for fun, for something to giggle about with your friends but never let the readings influence you. Remember that if readings are true, those readers would have been successful or rich by knowing their future. They only got rich from the earnings of people they have duped.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future is not an abysmal territory which is discovered through cards and crystals - but rather a reality which is coming to pass with each passing day, with each PASSING DECISION of each individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LESSON FOR THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;Fortune-telling and superstitions can never be an alternative to human’s instinct and common sense. God is there to guide and hone us. But in the end, it is OUR choice, no one else’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SaAZ9bx06uI/AAAAAAAAAvA/pAFDbLP7tJw/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SaAZ9bx06uI/AAAAAAAAAvA/pAFDbLP7tJw/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305268904261905122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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://twitthis.com/login"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 22px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SaAZ9ErfvEI/AAAAAAAAAu4/g8ksCSKDN_A/s400/twitthis_grey_72x22.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305268898061335618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-3643141167084365130?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/3643141167084365130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/02/will-you-ask-fortune-teller-to-predict.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/3643141167084365130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/3643141167084365130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/02/will-you-ask-fortune-teller-to-predict.html' title='Will you ask a fortune teller to predict your own future?'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SaAZ9f2jIjI/AAAAAAAAAvI/bqTYC0sX_Pc/s72-c/tarot_cards_2_by_cassandra_tiensivu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-1250204686721069743</id><published>2009-02-14T22:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:32:21.084+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saturday photohunt'/><title type='text'>Saturday Scavenger Hunt : NAUTICAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SZbcMGinH6I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/02fNwHJwcA4/s1600-h/photohunters2mo1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 82px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SZbcMGinH6I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/02fNwHJwcA4/s400/photohunters2mo1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302667711747661730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This Week's Theme: Nautical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SZbcl9nOsZI/AAAAAAAAAuY/7FouwHettIc/s1600-h/IMG_1498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SZbcl9nOsZI/AAAAAAAAAuY/7FouwHettIc/s400/IMG_1498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302668156027711890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to abandon ship, broaden my horizons, and search something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of the billowy shirts and buckled pirate boots we're seeing tailored shirts, cuffed shorts, linens and other clean looks that would be at home on a yacht with big sunglasses and a glass of ice tea as accessories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a more flattering look than the "pirate wannabe," and the anchors and sailboats are less creepy than the poison-warning "skull and crossbones."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SZbdi6fb37I/AAAAAAAAAug/OajoT9uCTvE/s1600-h/IMG_1490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SZbdi6fb37I/AAAAAAAAAug/OajoT9uCTvE/s400/IMG_1490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302669203161735090" border="0" /&gt;&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;&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;This necklace is a gift from my mother the last time she went home here in the Philippines from Dubai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very nice and I really like it so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week ago, when we're at the mall, together with my circle of friends, I saw something that would perfectly match the necklace so, I impulsively bought the ring and whoalah! It's Purrrfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo... what do you think???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh? You like it also? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SZbiOpTnP3I/AAAAAAAAAuo/I8iIq8m0TeM/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SZbiOpTnP3I/AAAAAAAAAuo/I8iIq8m0TeM/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302674352509501298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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://twitthis.com/login"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 22px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SZbiOjwlU-I/AAAAAAAAAuw/bCTia134gW4/s400/twitthis_grey_72x22.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302674351020397538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-1250204686721069743?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/1250204686721069743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/02/saturday-scavenger-hunt-nautical.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/1250204686721069743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/1250204686721069743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/02/saturday-scavenger-hunt-nautical.html' title='Saturday Scavenger Hunt : NAUTICAL'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SZbcMGinH6I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/02fNwHJwcA4/s72-c/photohunters2mo1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-8551633577547399973</id><published>2009-02-14T09:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T10:57:35.086+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='season&apos;s greetings.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>What's yOur Relationship Status?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is it Single? Married? It's Complicated? or Dating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, whatever your relationship status may be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, is the most awaited day for some of us. To spend Valentines Day together with our family, friends, loved ones and significant 'others'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SZYfn5xxn1I/AAAAAAAAAtw/pC4RUAPjj6M/s1600-h/iIWYb0Uaqjktx31rlx2n5ZVKo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SZYfn5xxn1I/AAAAAAAAAtw/pC4RUAPjj6M/s400/iIWYb0Uaqjktx31rlx2n5ZVKo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302460381660290898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure top of mind to most of you right now is what Valentine gift to give your loved one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are the best gifts to give on Valentine’s Day?  Well, I was thinking.  I know many consider the classic bouquet of red roses, box of sweet chocolates and romantic dinner (probably in a restaurant with an excellent view of the sea or the city skyline) as the best gifts on Valentine’s Day, but the truth is, the best gift you can give your Valentine on V-Day is time.  Spend quality time with that person and be reminded what a blessing it is to love and be loved.  I’m not saying don’t give a gift, I’m saying the cost of the gift doesn’t really matter, it’s the thought that counts.  And with the current financial crisis, now is certainly the best time to be creative and cost-friendly with your Valentine’s Day gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, Valentine's Day is predicted to be a cool 56 degrees with a 30% chance of rain. You know what else comes in percentages?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Saturday may not be looking the sunniest, but for many girls the weather outside will have no effect on what they're feeling. A heart will always remain hot, especially when it beats with satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, &lt;/span&gt;A lot of people say the same things about….being in love. I may not spend this Valentines season with a 'significant other' since I don't have one, I can just stay here in home or I'l spend it with my friends, anyway valentines day is not just for lovers ayt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, it never goes out of my mind that I can and I will actually say this line to somebody in the near future.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SZYh2H_D2XI/AAAAAAAAAt4/kNbcjKLykqA/s1600-h/xiRLNX5S8jag0pq4cUh0RP8Zo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SZYh2H_D2XI/AAAAAAAAAt4/kNbcjKLykqA/s400/xiRLNX5S8jag0pq4cUh0RP8Zo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302462825015531890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy HEARTS day everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SZYu52OPjdI/AAAAAAAAAuA/no-iWmvI0eA/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SZYu52OPjdI/AAAAAAAAAuA/no-iWmvI0eA/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302477182618013138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://twitthis.com/login"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 22px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SZYu6O7jfkI/AAAAAAAAAuI/udpa0tvUNzw/s400/twitthis_grey_72x22.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302477189250514498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-8551633577547399973?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/8551633577547399973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-your-relationship-status.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/8551633577547399973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/8551633577547399973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-your-relationship-status.html' title='What&apos;s yOur Relationship Status?'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SZYfn5xxn1I/AAAAAAAAAtw/pC4RUAPjj6M/s72-c/iIWYb0Uaqjktx31rlx2n5ZVKo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-6175170432354719864</id><published>2009-02-11T06:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T06:00:00.757+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordless wednesday'/><title type='text'>WW - WeirDo HairDoO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SY2QSFW9TPI/AAAAAAAAAs0/ScDzK6jQuO8/s1600-h/01060008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SY2QSFW9TPI/AAAAAAAAAs0/ScDzK6jQuO8/s400/01060008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300050976835456242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SY2QJHZXedI/AAAAAAAAAss/BZV0t3rGwL8/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SY2QJHZXedI/AAAAAAAAAss/BZV0t3rGwL8/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300050822763608530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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://twitthis.com/login"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 22px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SY2QDCTfobI/AAAAAAAAAsk/tES2H9oNPrE/s400/twitthis_grey_72x22.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300050718317584818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-6175170432354719864?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/6175170432354719864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/02/ww-weirdo-hairdoo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/6175170432354719864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/6175170432354719864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/02/ww-weirdo-hairdoo.html' title='WW - WeirDo HairDoO'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SY2QSFW9TPI/AAAAAAAAAs0/ScDzK6jQuO8/s72-c/01060008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-3699988105754288339</id><published>2009-02-07T20:48:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:36:13.947+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saturday photohunt'/><title type='text'>Saturday Scavenger Hunt : BRIDGE(s)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SY2DNjmvVBI/AAAAAAAAArc/Be_e9A2f65s/s1600-h/photohunters2mo1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 82px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SY2DNjmvVBI/AAAAAAAAArc/Be_e9A2f65s/s400/photohunters2mo1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300036605404206098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's theme: Bridge(s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SY2EjSxGUdI/AAAAAAAAArk/hrFJlbcG6QQ/s1600-h/S5002492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 429px; height: 321px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SY2EjSxGUdI/AAAAAAAAArk/hrFJlbcG6QQ/s400/S5002492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300038078353002962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bridge over here can be found in &lt;a href="http://www.cebucitytourism.com/"&gt;CEBU City&lt;/a&gt; here in Philippines. The Orange thing over there says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SY2HvGxKkWI/AAAAAAAAAr0/vNQi2AXEmMw/s1600-h/S5002492.12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SY2HvGxKkWI/AAAAAAAAAr0/vNQi2AXEmMw/s400/S5002492.12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300041579825369442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the Bridge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SY2JWxy-S4I/AAAAAAAAAsM/1D9oQMv2nmM/s1600-h/S5002495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SY2JWxy-S4I/AAAAAAAAAsM/1D9oQMv2nmM/s400/S5002495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300043360902204290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if there is a Second Bridge then where is the First Bridge?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SY2ITRxSqFI/AAAAAAAAAr8/bsgO9cWOi6A/s1600-h/S5002499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SY2ITRxSqFI/AAAAAAAAAr8/bsgO9cWOi6A/s400/S5002499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300042201253980242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YES! It's over there  --------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this photos were taken last sembreak when we had our first Vis-Min (Visayas and Mindanao) Tour which was held in Cebu City. Vis-Min Tour was actually participated by 3rd year and 4th year students from different schools here in Mindanao and in Visayas region. The tour was quite fun and it was some kind of a boring experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I've been to this place a thousand times since I was a kid, It’s no secret that I love taking trips. It allows me to unwind, to try new things, and to take an endless stream of photos which I love sharing with others. There’s also something about exploring a new place or rekindling a friendship with a familiar territory that thrills my blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SY2KzcEe3xI/AAAAAAAAAsU/Z6YtsyO0MZc/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SY2KzcEe3xI/AAAAAAAAAsU/Z6YtsyO0MZc/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300044952797896466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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://twitthis.com/login"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 22px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SY2KzryTZ6I/AAAAAAAAAsc/bg1wfSZ7rwI/s400/twitthis_grey_72x22.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300044957016614818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-3699988105754288339?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/3699988105754288339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/02/saturday-scavenger-hunt-bridges.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/3699988105754288339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/3699988105754288339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/02/saturday-scavenger-hunt-bridges.html' title='Saturday Scavenger Hunt : BRIDGE(s)'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SY2DNjmvVBI/AAAAAAAAArc/Be_e9A2f65s/s72-c/photohunters2mo1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-2127960165234753162</id><published>2009-02-07T14:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T14:54:48.975+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='empty'/><title type='text'>Empty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SY0wB2ZbFwI/AAAAAAAAArU/UNOYUv2yDU8/s1600-h/i+cant+think+of+anything.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 155px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SY0wB2ZbFwI/AAAAAAAAArU/UNOYUv2yDU8/s400/i+cant+think+of+anything.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299945144825091842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when I couldn't bear the thought of not making an entry within a week's stretch but those days have come and left, as I did with this blog. I came and left and wrote less and less until I wrote no longer. My presence here at the moment can be justified by a few things: 1) I feel sorry for myself because my emotions no longer translate to words and I used to be able to deal with them. Perhaps this means that I am currently stricken by more compelling feelings not easily transposed (which should be giving me all the more reasons to write). 2) I just want to have a new post, even if it meant sacrificing sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I’m having my dilemma, dilemma about writing anything about my blog, I couldn’t think of anything. Maybe I’m in a stuck of forgetfulness that I could not formulate any idea. Oblivion is falling down; the vacuous mind is really no meaning. The words are so shallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways there are few people who read up my blog, there are few who knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the best thing I could do right now is to discern and concentrate what would be the best topic I could right in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my theme, you know! I love blue! But I hate every time my head went blank and have nothing to write about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo sad...*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SY0t-RXR-MI/AAAAAAAAAq8/B1EypdZTOKw/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SY0t-RXR-MI/AAAAAAAAAq8/B1EypdZTOKw/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299942884321130690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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://twitthis.com/login"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 22px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SY0t-lsFrFI/AAAAAAAAArE/9-1984AZLF4/s400/twitthis_grey_72x22.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299942889777114194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-2127960165234753162?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/2127960165234753162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/02/empty.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/2127960165234753162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/2127960165234753162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/02/empty.html' title='Empty'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SY0wB2ZbFwI/AAAAAAAAArU/UNOYUv2yDU8/s72-c/i+cant+think+of+anything.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-2886594697020524891</id><published>2009-02-02T19:34:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:08:18.581+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daydreaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Occasion'/><title type='text'>V Day is Just arOund the Corner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SYbf53H97JI/AAAAAAAAAqs/ZiIbDy68WMc/s1600-h/valentine_heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 175px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SYbf53H97JI/AAAAAAAAAqs/ZiIbDy68WMc/s400/valentine_heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298168196790873234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's February 2009 and Valentine's Day is just around the cOrner! And that means Valentine's Day with all its chances to share warmth, romance, or just plain fun....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who has more fun on Valentine’s Day? Those who are Single or those who are Coupled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Couples, of course!” Mariel said, enthusiastically. “Why?, you fall in love all over again! Flowers in the morning, sweet messages throughout the day, a romantic dinner, and a Valentine’s gift to cap it off.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“On the contrary,” Nikka countered, “Valentine’s is not just about romantic love. It’s about&lt;br /&gt;c&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SYbgEGL-9hI/AAAAAAAAAq0/qQulGhfDt74/s1600-h/intertwined-heart-locket-valentines-day1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 165px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SYbgEGL-9hI/AAAAAAAAAq0/qQulGhfDt74/s400/intertwined-heart-locket-valentines-day1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298168372632942098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;elebrating love in all its forms. I can have a fab dinner with my friends or family and have as much fun as you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought:&lt;br /&gt;To those Valentine’s days spent single—doubled over in laughter with my friends, being silly, eating at a restaurant, or hitting the videoke. The bonding, the good vibes, the company. Those days were a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to those people who would spend Valentines Day as a couple, waking up to a call from the person you love, those three long-stemmed roses, and, gosh, a dinner date! The ambience, the mood, the candlelight, and the love of your life! What else would be more perfect?&lt;br /&gt;Then later I was transfixed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well?” Honey and Nikka's voice broke my reverie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has more fun on Valentine’s Day? You tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SYbfSvwtPyI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Thzv7OVOjrI/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SYbfSvwtPyI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Thzv7OVOjrI/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298167524799364898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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://twitthis.com/login"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 22px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SYbfS8_RQBI/AAAAAAAAAqU/2RO0EK3mx74/s400/twitthis_grey_72x22.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298167528350105618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-2886594697020524891?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/2886594697020524891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/02/v-day-is-just-around-corner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/2886594697020524891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/2886594697020524891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/02/v-day-is-just-around-corner.html' title='V Day is Just arOund the Corner'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SYbf53H97JI/AAAAAAAAAqs/ZiIbDy68WMc/s72-c/valentine_heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-3269733536089163391</id><published>2009-02-02T12:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T13:06:13.941+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Rain Drops</title><content type='html'>Have you noticed how much of a cry baby the sky has been lately? Of course you have! Unless you haven’t gone out of your fully soundproofed house that allows you to not hear anything from the outside. And this house you’ve been living like a hermit in has no windows nor cracks on the wall that would allow you a glimpse of the gray outside. And you had no contact from the outside world, meaning no internet, television, cell phones, telephones, beepers, walkie talkies, and friends who are most likely to talk about the weather. So yeah, if you weren’t that type to live like the aforementioned way of life, well, you must have noticed how it’s been raining cats and dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so long ago, I was bored at home and it was raining hard. Being a teenager born in the camera generation a.k.a. “Picture! Picture!” generation, I took shots of the raindrops falling on the window. And again, as dramatic as this may sound, the raindrops looked like diamonds in its purest form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SYZ9CdCA-RI/AAAAAAAAAps/gfzMVmvDePM/s1600-h/20090112-rain2-225x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SYZ9CdCA-RI/AAAAAAAAAps/gfzMVmvDePM/s400/20090112-rain2-225x300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298059492754258194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the rain? ‘Cause I love the rain. But most people don’t like it. I guess this is because the rain has the ability to dampen a person, not only physically but also emotionally and possibly mentally, too. I love the rain. As dramatic as this may sound, the rain comforts me. And also makes me sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;I often hear people say how difficult it is to focus on lessons because of the rain. True, true. Because when it rains, it’s usually cold and like some magical spell, this has the power to lull someone to sleep. Whenever I hear that soft pit-pattering of the rain on the glass window of the classroom I am in or most especially by my bed, I instantly want to curl up and drift into a deep sleep. And the cold wind and dark sky lighting helps bring me into a lazy and lethargic state. Yawn. Now stretch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On rainy days, it’s funny how my eyes tend to droop lower and lower until they’re shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However nowadays, I can’t do that. I just can’t. ‘Cause it’s not only raining cats and dogs in my world and every other student’s world, but also papers and examinations. Am I right or am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s on Monday nights when this overwhelming feeling of laziness creeps in. Monday nights remind me of the three other nights I have to live through to reach Friday nights that end and welcome the weekend. Do you feel the same way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may be sleepless this rainy season but remember, everything that gets wet dries up. We shouldn’t get carried away with those drowsy feelings no matter how tempting they are. If we just put our mind into it, those feelings will go away. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SYZ-jUHCNUI/AAAAAAAAAp0/XaSM3VhtjMg/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SYZ-jUHCNUI/AAAAAAAAAp0/XaSM3VhtjMg/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298061156806702402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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://twitthis.com/login"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 22px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SYZ-jbDl_qI/AAAAAAAAAp8/RBnfVetGxyI/s400/twitthis_grey_72x22.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298061158671318690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-3269733536089163391?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/3269733536089163391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/02/rain-drops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/3269733536089163391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/3269733536089163391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/02/rain-drops.html' title='Rain Drops'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SYZ9CdCA-RI/AAAAAAAAAps/gfzMVmvDePM/s72-c/20090112-rain2-225x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-2755391814021989682</id><published>2009-02-01T18:47:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T19:00:47.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saturday photohunt'/><title type='text'>Saturday Scavenger Hunt : FURRY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SYWAu_TSVWI/AAAAAAAAApk/NCGJcuqo16s/s1600-h/photohunters2mo1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 82px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SYWAu_TSVWI/AAAAAAAAApk/NCGJcuqo16s/s400/photohunters2mo1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297782081425921378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;This Week's Theme: Furry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SYV-GzRJZcI/AAAAAAAAAo0/Sy8PELrL8ro/s1600-h/IMG_0206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SYV-GzRJZcI/AAAAAAAAAo0/Sy8PELrL8ro/s400/IMG_0206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297779191977698754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SYV-sxOUBrI/AAAAAAAAApE/UiLLU1_-tJs/s1600-h/IMG_0416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SYV-sxOUBrI/AAAAAAAAApE/UiLLU1_-tJs/s400/IMG_0416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297779844263970482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Dog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Dog stands up every time I call its name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the mother of our two other dogs anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pup is playing with my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Husky' (the name of this pup) is a big 1 year old dog!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SYWAUz7C-0I/AAAAAAAAApM/JO59n6-kJCE/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SYWAUz7C-0I/AAAAAAAAApM/JO59n6-kJCE/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297781631694863170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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://twitthis.com/login"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 22px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SYWAbifQqzI/AAAAAAAAApU/VxuXBbmRlLc/s400/twitthis_grey_72x22.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297781747274001202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-2755391814021989682?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/2755391814021989682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/02/saturday-scavenger-hunt-furry.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/2755391814021989682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/2755391814021989682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/02/saturday-scavenger-hunt-furry.html' title='Saturday Scavenger Hunt : FURRY'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SYWAu_TSVWI/AAAAAAAAApk/NCGJcuqo16s/s72-c/photohunters2mo1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-7837958571900007853</id><published>2009-01-31T00:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T01:08:53.628+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday rambling'/><title type='text'>Teenage Dreamer Queen</title><content type='html'>What is a dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SYMzXx3aOJI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Xb598VXMrfU/s1600-h/20090107-dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SYMzXx3aOJI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Xb598VXMrfU/s400/20090107-dream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297134070333585554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dream begins in the heart, formulates in the mind, and after, comes to life before your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;It’s an expressions of what I want out of life, of who I truly am.&lt;br /&gt;It’s spreading the joy I want in the world, whether it is simple or not.&lt;br /&gt;It’s bringing out the best in myself and showing people what I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many dreams in life.&lt;br /&gt;I often use the word “dreamer” to describe myself.&lt;br /&gt;I grew up with the sense that if I had my heart set on something, I would have direction in my life, and I would end up really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that it’s better to put the things we’ve always wanted in front of us so that we can attract what we think. So, here goes nothing- actually, everything, in my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I’m a sucker for traveling. I’ve been just to one country (Japan) the past 8 years of my life and those moments have been nothing short of amazing for the reason that I'm just a kid at that time when I went there to attend the graduation of my elder sister.&lt;br /&gt;One of my dreams is to travel the whole world or the “must-see” countries at least. I just love immersing myself in another culture and in an entirely different place. I still have so much more to see and experience, to capture and learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. “I want to be a psychologist, like the mom in Freaky Friday.” To give a clear definition of what I want my career to be, that is what I say all the time. I just find the human mind and behavior so interesting. There’s so much you can discover. More than that, I want to be able to help people get through their problems and being a psychologist will definitely do that.&lt;br /&gt;But guess what? I ended taking up the course of accountancy. Well, it's fine after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love writing and I love fashion. The one venue I’ll be able to do both is a fashion magazine. I would love to be part of a magazine that will allow me to write for them and to style their photo shoots. I can maybe be a writer for ELLE mag? A stylist for US Seventeen? Or how about the next editor-in-chief of Reader's Digest? They all sound great to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What kind of girl doesn’t fall in love with weddings? Everything about it is just stunning—the dress, the flowers, the food, and of course the love that lingers in the air. I have a dream wedding—actually, I already have so many ideas. Should I have it in another country? Should I make it a celebrity-inspired one? There’s so much I can do! I just want it to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;But hey! Don't get me wrong, I don't have any plan to get married yet! I'm too young for such kind of life-changing decision in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of this because I want to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be fulfilled and successful.&lt;br /&gt;I want to make the most out of God’s wonderful creation.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able to look back at my life and make it worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you? What are your dreams? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SYMzixsQSUI/AAAAAAAAAok/B6IvUcqUew8/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SYMzixsQSUI/AAAAAAAAAok/B6IvUcqUew8/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297134259265358146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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://twitthis.com/login"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 22px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SYMzrYQpB7I/AAAAAAAAAos/D8dor1_HUA4/s400/twitthis_grey_72x22.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297134407057475506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-7837958571900007853?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/7837958571900007853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/teenage-dreamer-queen.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/7837958571900007853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/7837958571900007853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/teenage-dreamer-queen.html' title='Teenage Dreamer Queen'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SYMzXx3aOJI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Xb598VXMrfU/s72-c/20090107-dream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-8916708054628632572</id><published>2009-01-29T21:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:10:58.913+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>My LiveJournal</title><content type='html'>Here I am, just staring at my computer screen, with nothing to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t say I have writer’s block, since I don’t really consider myself a writer, even if I’d love to do so. I think of myself as more of a reader than a writer, since most of what I write is more for my personal expression anyway. Aside from academic papers, exam essays, and the occasional article in the school paper way back in grade school and high school, I don’t really write much outside of my journals. But my journals are secretly my pride and joy. I’ve kept them since grade 5 or 6, I think, even if I didn’t really take it seriously yet. Back then, it was just a school requirement, but the habit stuck. I wrote all sorts of weird things in my journals back then; I think it was filled with doodles, drawings and the occasional FLAMES of my name and my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crush&lt;/span&gt; (hahaha), aside from the usual account of my day. I had always complained inwardly that my hand moved too slowly for the thoughts in my head, but still, I persisted. I wrote and wrote and wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the happiest child in the world when I discovered online journals! Hooray for technology. Hahaha. My very first online journal was made in fourth highschool, in wordpress.com. Then I discovered Tabulas, Blogspot, Xanga, Livejournal, and even made accounts in all of them (NOT actually all of them) , but abandoned most. It was only my Livejournal that stuck with me for four years—from second year high school till today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I love blogging—the typing, the open to the public function, and not to mention the convenience, for me—nothing beats good old pen and paper when it comes to writing my thoughts down. On one hand, blogging can be so interactive now, with the photo posting option, the comments, and all of that. But at the end of the day, it’s leafing through yellowed pages filled with my really ugly scribbles that I love. It’s that candy wrapper I inserted between the pages or the flower I tried to preserve that day that I look for. It’s seeing how my writing (and handwriting, haha) has evolved through the years, and how I can just end up laughing at my endless rambles about mundane things, and rants about petty fights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoops, think I just rambled again right there. This entry is filled with my rambling! Forgive me. Hahaha. But still, I’m glad I didn’t abandon my journal writing years ago, or else I wouldn’t be writing this blog entry right now! :)) Hmm, maybe I can call myself a writer just like my elder sisiter, who knows? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS you can visit her own blog. Which is very nice!&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;http://www.sandierpastures.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SYG3R5lPJwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/0XyF1Tm6C50/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SYG3R5lPJwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/0XyF1Tm6C50/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296716154907076354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://twitthis.com/login"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 22px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SYG3YMNtIoI/AAAAAAAAAoU/mhpzBj2axbM/s400/twitthis_grey_72x22.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296716262987866754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-8916708054628632572?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/8916708054628632572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-livejournal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/8916708054628632572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/8916708054628632572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-livejournal.html' title='My LiveJournal'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SYG3R5lPJwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/0XyF1Tm6C50/s72-c/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-4316576120164487375</id><published>2009-01-29T21:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:37:45.811+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><title type='text'>Bloggy Giveaways Quarterly Carnival!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SYGvtm8XTMI/AAAAAAAAAn0/7gvv0_T3ifk/s1600-h/2pespy.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SYGvtm8XTMI/AAAAAAAAAn0/7gvv0_T3ifk/s400/2pespy.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296707834847120578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is a Crazy week! But hey!! I'm getting crazy over thousands of bloggers who participated in &lt;a href="http://www.donttryit.com/bloggy_giveaways/2009/01/bloggy-giveaways-quarterly-carnival-jan09.html"&gt;Bloggy Giveaways Quarterly Carnival! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do visit there and enter all of the contest or giveaways!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SYGv8eYhiwI/AAAAAAAAAn8/aY5gON8wJuo/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SYGv8eYhiwI/AAAAAAAAAn8/aY5gON8wJuo/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296708090247351042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://twitthis.com/login"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 22px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SYGwDMVPNII/AAAAAAAAAoE/otUnPF7zsRo/s400/twitthis_grey_72x22.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296708205660812418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-4316576120164487375?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/4316576120164487375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/bloggy-giveaways-quarterly-carnival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/4316576120164487375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/4316576120164487375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/bloggy-giveaways-quarterly-carnival.html' title='Bloggy Giveaways Quarterly Carnival!'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SYGvtm8XTMI/AAAAAAAAAn0/7gvv0_T3ifk/s72-c/2pespy.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-8559766759376922710</id><published>2009-01-28T06:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T20:47:14.395+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordless wednesday'/><title type='text'>WW - FactOry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SYGkcVXYMFI/AAAAAAAAAnE/TPncCFatZGc/s1600-h/IMG_1427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 22px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SYGlD6kqWRI/AAAAAAAAAnU/OorvpRwozoo/s400/twitthis_grey_72x22.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296696123445631250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-8559766759376922710?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/8559766759376922710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/ww-factory.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/8559766759376922710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/8559766759376922710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/ww-factory.html' title='WW - FactOry'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SYGkcVXYMFI/AAAAAAAAAnE/TPncCFatZGc/s72-c/IMG_1427.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-5091831597262985465</id><published>2009-01-24T21:08:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:13:49.098+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saturday photohunt'/><title type='text'>Saturday Scavenger Hunt : CHIPPED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXsUNmPw9eI/AAAAAAAAAlM/qaXytTAyqkw/s1600-h/photohunters2mo1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 82px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXsUNmPw9eI/AAAAAAAAAlM/qaXytTAyqkw/s400/photohunters2mo1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294848010741675490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;This Week's Theme: Chipped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXsTR_IT3bI/AAAAAAAAAk0/qlcfqFm3UXE/s1600-h/IMG_1468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXsTR_IT3bI/AAAAAAAAAk0/qlcfqFm3UXE/s400/IMG_1468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294846986629143986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXsTz51rBCI/AAAAAAAAAk8/jk7ve60IxgU/s1600-h/IMG_1466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXsTz51rBCI/AAAAAAAAAk8/jk7ve60IxgU/s400/IMG_1466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294847569324344354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are chipped sea shells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother gave this to me some years ago. I think more than 5 years already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shells came from one of the provinces here in the Philippines which is in LEYTE. She went there for a short vacation and this is her  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pasalubong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;or souvenir for me as she came back here in our place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother knows how I love to collect things a lot such as stamps, stationery, etc. And she also knows that I'd love to make some creative stuffs like making my-own-style bracelets or earrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always had plan to use this shells in making such fashionable-creative stuffs but it ended up stuck in the Tupperware where I put them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know there nice and very pretty shells but I don't have any time even to make one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm glad and amazed that when I open the Tupperware earlier, it's still the way how it looks just like I saw this some years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXsUR0oW67I/AAAAAAAAAlU/_u8NbdcIZ5A/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXsUR0oW67I/AAAAAAAAAlU/_u8NbdcIZ5A/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294848083322399666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://twitthis.com/login"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 22px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXsUh8gAy3I/AAAAAAAAAlc/2RspUBIyq-A/s400/twitthis_grey_72x22.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294848360312785778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-5091831597262985465?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/5091831597262985465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/saturday-scavenger-hunt-chipped.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/5091831597262985465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/5091831597262985465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/saturday-scavenger-hunt-chipped.html' title='Saturday Scavenger Hunt : CHIPPED'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXsUNmPw9eI/AAAAAAAAAlM/qaXytTAyqkw/s72-c/photohunters2mo1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-4466420180214629058</id><published>2009-01-24T11:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T20:38:07.877+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giveaways'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><title type='text'>Longing for a Change</title><content type='html'>I found a contest in the wonderful blog of &lt;a href="http://maggiesmind.blogspot.com/"&gt;Maggie’s Mind&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20%20href=%22http://www.doodlebugdesignsblog.blogspot.com/%22%20target=%22_blank%22%3E%3Cbr/%3E%3Cbr/%3E%3Cimg%20width=%22125%22%20alt=%22Doodlebug%20Designs%20Giveaway%22%20src=%22%20%20http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg320/doodlebug106/Doodlebug%20Buttons/giveawaybutton.jpg%22%20%20border=%220%22%20height=%22125%20%22/%3E%3C/a%3E"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 110px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXqN3jQmOsI/AAAAAAAAAkM/XIYYdT62pe8/s400/giveawaybutton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294700297424616130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I will win because I've been longing for a change in my blog design. I believe in her creativeness because I love the design of her blog and also she's even nominated for the 2008 Okie Blog Awards for best looking blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXqRMjlBgTI/AAAAAAAAAkc/fwNXZdJdsD4/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXqRMjlBgTI/AAAAAAAAAkc/fwNXZdJdsD4/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294703956822425906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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://twitthis.com/login"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 22px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXqeVqxXHYI/AAAAAAAAAkk/ANdaL8co3EQ/s400/twitthis_grey_72x22.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294718407023205762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-4466420180214629058?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/4466420180214629058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/longing-for-change.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/4466420180214629058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/4466420180214629058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/longing-for-change.html' title='Longing for a Change'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXqN3jQmOsI/AAAAAAAAAkM/XIYYdT62pe8/s72-c/giveawaybutton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-442953870437876185</id><published>2009-01-23T21:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:11:28.510+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><title type='text'>Want some POP art?</title><content type='html'>There you Go! I got my PoP arts just today made especially for me by &lt;a href="http://www.sweetytots.com/"&gt;Sweetytots!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Don't just like what she did but I do LOVE it! My friends were amazed to see her creations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing why I love it because she's making it for FREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my pOp art:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXndZy3lcKI/AAAAAAAAAj0/G4OnGP3n4mo/s1600-h/yanix+pop+artfinal+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 176px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXndZy3lcKI/AAAAAAAAAj0/G4OnGP3n4mo/s400/yanix+pop+artfinal+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294506272172109986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;together with my close friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXndaKzEx4I/AAAAAAAAAj8/JpXfLpAlzDM/s1600-h/yanix+2+popart+final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXndaKzEx4I/AAAAAAAAAj8/JpXfLpAlzDM/s400/yanix+2+popart+final.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294506278595643266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, who wants to have something like this?? you? you? you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just feel free to visit here sites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sweetprettynaughty.blosgpot.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;sweet..pretty..naughty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.memoryfilled.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;Memory Filled&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sweetytots.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;Sweety &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sweetytots.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;tots&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXnd1nZXryI/AAAAAAAAAkE/rWeQT_LMNFE/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXnd1nZXryI/AAAAAAAAAkE/rWeQT_LMNFE/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294506750128926498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-442953870437876185?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/442953870437876185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/want-some-pop-art.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/442953870437876185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/442953870437876185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/want-some-pop-art.html' title='Want some POP art?'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXndZy3lcKI/AAAAAAAAAj0/G4OnGP3n4mo/s72-c/yanix+pop+artfinal+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-5568686843289171271</id><published>2009-01-23T09:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:46:46.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creepy'/><title type='text'>Intriguing</title><content type='html'>While searching the internet, I found an entry by &lt;a href="http://skirmisher.org/"&gt;Skirmisher's blog&lt;/a&gt; which made me feel intrigue. You better see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Face You CAN'T Trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXnJMI6HwLI/AAAAAAAAAjk/q38f12D3zgo/s1600-h/face-you-cant-trust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 335px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXnJMI6HwLI/AAAAAAAAAjk/q38f12D3zgo/s400/face-you-cant-trust.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294484047337603250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Princeton psychologists recently showed that certain faces, even when expressionless, strike people as trustworthy or untrustworthy. Features like the shape of the eyebrow are part of an unconscious language of trust that powerfully affects &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" id="clicksor_sp_human" onmouseover="'return" onmouseout="'ClxTMo(" target="_blank" style="border-bottom: 2px solid rgb(12, 48, 0); color: rgb(12, 48, 0); font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-size-adjust: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: italic; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; text-decoration: none;" onclick="'return"&gt;human&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; interaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;OW, Do you know somebody who's face is like this? OR has some features like this man over here???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did know somebody and TRUST me, HE/THEY is/are UNTRUSTWORTHY.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXnKJcimB1I/AAAAAAAAAjs/8zM1Vq4ytj0/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXnKJcimB1I/AAAAAAAAAjs/8zM1Vq4ytj0/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294485100579653458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-5568686843289171271?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/5568686843289171271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/intriguing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/5568686843289171271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/5568686843289171271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/intriguing.html' title='Intriguing'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXnJMI6HwLI/AAAAAAAAAjk/q38f12D3zgo/s72-c/face-you-cant-trust.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-5790379528730620126</id><published>2009-01-22T23:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T00:05:34.924+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thursday thirteen'/><title type='text'>How would you spend YOUR weekend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXiV4u9Fd0I/AAAAAAAAAi0/PVQN4xQ0wh8/s1600-h/tt-132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXiV4u9Fd0I/AAAAAAAAAi0/PVQN4xQ0wh8/s400/tt-132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294146163883472706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Here's How NOT to Spend Your Weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;1. Go to an event more than an hour late “because it won’t start on time anyway.” Arrive just in time” just in time to find out you’ve already missed the two bands you really wanted to watch live again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;2. Stay at the event, because it wouldn’t be polite to leave. Have a t-shirt thrown right at you by the vocalist of a local band, and in the process of NOT attempting to catch it, have hysterical fan girls do serious damage to your eardrums and make you fear for your precious life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;3. Sleep until lunchtime, “because you deserve it.” Wake up with a headache that makes you want to smash your head against the nearest hard surface. Decide that you’ll feel better when you sleep again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;4. Wake up to an empty stomach and an even worse headache. Drag yourself out of bed. Grumble. Then get cranky because there’s nobody to grumble to but yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;5. Run errands: withdraw money, pay bills, pick up laundry, do groceries. Do all of these in all your sabog glory” pambahay clothes, with zero makeup and messy hair, because you were too lazy to fix yourself up. Pray you don’t bump into The Cute Guy Who Lives In Your NeighbOrhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;6. Watch 'The Notebook' and wonder why you don’t even feel close to crying. Wonder what this implies about your emotional capacity, or lack thereof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;7. Buy a stash of junk food that’s supposed to last for one whole week, then proceed to consume everything in a matter of hours. Feel guilty after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;8. Buy a gorgeous, gorgeous black and white satin dress five minutes after promising yourself that you are “just window-shopping.” Feel guilty after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;9. Go to a coffee shop with your laptop to get some work done, then end up surfing the Net and going to all these useless sites. Feel guilty after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;10. To be With friends, in a place you love without asking permission to your parents or guardian. And end up waiting in the front door of the house until morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;11. Watching endless episodes of Ugly Betty, thus, making you realize afterward how ugly you are having eye bags because of watching the television the whole time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;12.  Sick. So sick you can't do anything except lie on the couch and moan while an entire trailer full of people attempt to both stay out of your way and help you, while also attempting to have a good time themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;13. Write lists like this one and think, “This should make a good blog entry.” Realize that you are one big hopeless dork. Sulk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;by:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXiWCOp2L9I/AAAAAAAAAi8/3RmP4-RGwZU/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXiWCOp2L9I/AAAAAAAAAi8/3RmP4-RGwZU/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294146327011536850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-5790379528730620126?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/5790379528730620126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-would-you-spend-your-weekend.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/5790379528730620126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/5790379528730620126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-would-you-spend-your-weekend.html' title='How would you spend YOUR weekend?'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXiV4u9Fd0I/AAAAAAAAAi0/PVQN4xQ0wh8/s72-c/tt-132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-3722134629684156507</id><published>2009-01-21T12:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:08:10.076+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordless wednesday'/><title type='text'>WW - New Generation Knows New Technology</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXatdlT7vTI/AAAAAAAAAik/B0joI1FvHN0/s1600-h/IMG_9125.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 466px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXatdlT7vTI/AAAAAAAAAik/B0joI1FvHN0/s400/IMG_9125.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293609135764127026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXatmhmlPWI/AAAAAAAAAis/3bA4QCkU-qQ/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXatmhmlPWI/AAAAAAAAAis/3bA4QCkU-qQ/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293609289387425122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-3722134629684156507?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/3722134629684156507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/ww-new-generation-knows-new-technology.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/3722134629684156507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/3722134629684156507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/ww-new-generation-knows-new-technology.html' title='WW - New Generation Knows New Technology'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXatdlT7vTI/AAAAAAAAAik/B0joI1FvHN0/s72-c/IMG_9125.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-6459906157254150854</id><published>2009-01-19T10:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T10:58:32.859+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skywatch'/><title type='text'>Say Hello to Sun</title><content type='html'>From this (January 11-16,2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXPrgCdqDWI/AAAAAAAAAiE/U2B5ry4ixwM/s1600-h/IMG_1352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXPrgCdqDWI/AAAAAAAAAiE/U2B5ry4ixwM/s400/IMG_1352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292832922740067682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this! (January 19, 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXPrg6Nk8XI/AAAAAAAAAiM/kb_REYC6XIo/s1600-h/IMG_1435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXPrg6Nk8XI/AAAAAAAAAiM/kb_REYC6XIo/s400/IMG_1435.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292832937705009522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo Happy to wake up this  mOnday moRning were the sun is up and the clear blue sky is back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXPsBw7k2CI/AAAAAAAAAic/aapJHVbVcus/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXPsBw7k2CI/AAAAAAAAAic/aapJHVbVcus/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292833502149269538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-6459906157254150854?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/6459906157254150854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/say-hello-to-sun.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/6459906157254150854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/6459906157254150854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/say-hello-to-sun.html' title='Say Hello to Sun'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXPrgCdqDWI/AAAAAAAAAiE/U2B5ry4ixwM/s72-c/IMG_1352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-4513284973475978800</id><published>2009-01-18T06:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T06:00:00.443+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yummy sunday'/><title type='text'>Yummy Sunday #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXHOtWLZv9I/AAAAAAAAAhY/LYVxOZQ1syY/s1600-h/IMG_9802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 472px; height: 315px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXHOtWLZv9I/AAAAAAAAAhY/LYVxOZQ1syY/s400/IMG_9802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292238315579883474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Philippines, it connotes a whole roasted &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pig" title="Pig"&gt;pig&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;litsong baboy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lechon"&gt;Lechon &lt;/a&gt;baboy is one of the highlight of Filipino festivities, birthdays, wedding, family reunion and christmas parties. Lechon is a very delicious dish and to be cook right so that the skin is very yummy and crispy. For me, the skin is my favorite part of Lechon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo was taken during the wedding ceremony of my elder brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-4513284973475978800?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/4513284973475978800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/yummy-sunday-3.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/4513284973475978800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/4513284973475978800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/yummy-sunday-3.html' title='Yummy Sunday #3'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXHOtWLZv9I/AAAAAAAAAhY/LYVxOZQ1syY/s72-c/IMG_9802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-2596089580348917066</id><published>2009-01-17T20:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T21:32:48.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saturday photohunt'/><title type='text'>Saturday Scavenger Hunt : HAT(s)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXHUU_h9m9I/AAAAAAAAAhg/8RdtiheoD7Q/s1600-h/photohunters2mo1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 82px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXHUU_h9m9I/AAAAAAAAAhg/8RdtiheoD7Q/s400/photohunters2mo1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292244494253398994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This week's theme: HAT(s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXHVATfE7nI/AAAAAAAAAhw/z9mT5ndb4JU/s1600-h/IMG_1392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXHVATfE7nI/AAAAAAAAAhw/z9mT5ndb4JU/s400/IMG_1392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292245238344380018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXHUvttt6II/AAAAAAAAAho/5JIr_0h-DiU/s1600-h/IMG_1393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXHUvttt6II/AAAAAAAAAho/5JIr_0h-DiU/s400/IMG_1393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292244953327331458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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;Girly Pinky Sporty heAdwear, given from my fRiend last Christmas Day(2008).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like it. I feel soo girly girl every time I wear this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXHVATfE7nI/AAAAAAAAAhw/z9mT5ndb4JU/s1600-h/IMG_1392.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXHUvttt6II/AAAAAAAAAho/5JIr_0h-DiU/s1600-h/IMG_1393.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXHVk8w_kqI/AAAAAAAAAh4/ufFbyNXP3C0/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXHVk8w_kqI/AAAAAAAAAh4/ufFbyNXP3C0/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292245867900670626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-2596089580348917066?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/2596089580348917066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/saturday-scavenger-hunt-hat.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/2596089580348917066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/2596089580348917066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/saturday-scavenger-hunt-hat.html' title='Saturday Scavenger Hunt : HAT(s)'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXHUU_h9m9I/AAAAAAAAAhg/8RdtiheoD7Q/s72-c/photohunters2mo1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-8638492747041392351</id><published>2009-01-17T15:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T20:15:47.036+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phenomena'/><title type='text'>It's not advisable to gO out! : Last January 13, 2009</title><content type='html'>The last FLood ( I hope so) that we witnessed in Our plaCe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXGTKTaxjtI/AAAAAAAAAbk/E3FvngkUm5E/s1600-h/IMG_1332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXGTKTaxjtI/AAAAAAAAAbk/E3FvngkUm5E/s400/IMG_1332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292172842357591762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The destructive POWer of wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXGTKjOXC6I/AAAAAAAAAb0/OzLZvfljIiE/s1600-h/IMG_1338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXGTKjOXC6I/AAAAAAAAAb0/OzLZvfljIiE/s400/IMG_1338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292172846600489890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Dog is vEry buSy roaming around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXGTKT98ulI/AAAAAAAAAbs/9iuagOPEia0/s1600-h/IMG_1337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXGTKT98ulI/AAAAAAAAAbs/9iuagOPEia0/s400/IMG_1337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292172842505124434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Road in Our place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXGTK0pkw3I/AAAAAAAAAb8/8IY8-nH9wsc/s1600-h/IMG_1340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXGTK0pkw3I/AAAAAAAAAb8/8IY8-nH9wsc/s400/IMG_1340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292172851278037874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXGTKxpl5VI/AAAAAAAAAcE/9IsU2j_ommI/s1600-h/IMG_1351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXGTKxpl5VI/AAAAAAAAAcE/9IsU2j_ommI/s400/IMG_1351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292172850472805714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For moRe phOtos, Just feel free to visit. &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/arianegomez19"&gt;Ariane's alBums&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXHCjxDh-HI/AAAAAAAAAcM/x_4qxjRCYLw/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXHCjxDh-HI/AAAAAAAAAcM/x_4qxjRCYLw/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292224956856399986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-8638492747041392351?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/8638492747041392351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-flood-i-hope-so-that-we-witnessed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/8638492747041392351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/8638492747041392351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-flood-i-hope-so-that-we-witnessed.html' title='It&apos;s not advisable to gO out! : Last January 13, 2009'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXGTKTaxjtI/AAAAAAAAAbk/E3FvngkUm5E/s72-c/IMG_1332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-4968831946445271081</id><published>2009-01-17T13:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T20:11:20.359+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memes'/><title type='text'>He's My Type of Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXFsQjjlZ6I/AAAAAAAAAbU/Th0tYVp9ZY0/s1600-h/MEMEbuttoncopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXFsQjjlZ6I/AAAAAAAAAbU/Th0tYVp9ZY0/s400/MEMEbuttoncopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292130068815243170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="bodytext"&gt;This is a candid piece for a meme that I got in &lt;a href="http://candyq.blogspot.com/"&gt;CandyQ blog&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span&gt;I find it very interesting and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; feel like finding out for myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Feel free to grab and let me know how it turns out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Suplado &lt;/span&gt;= There is an air of mystery around this type of guy. Thus, will attract me at first but after a while, it gets tiring to deal with an unduly enlarged ego.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Mr. Shades&lt;/span&gt; = Yes, if he had some really cool shades that definitely suits him then, racks up points with me.!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Masc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ulado&lt;/span&gt; = TOo much muscles??? Nahhh.. It turns me Off. For me, tOO much riPpling muscles is soo grose! I prefer fit and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Guys who give flowers&lt;/span&gt; = If it's from someone I know and like, I'd feel flattered. But if strangers , I might just throw it away. Nah! Just kidding. I will put it in my altar rather than throwing it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Smiling face&lt;/span&gt; = People like friendly faces better. So if you want to connect with me, just flash those pearly whites.! *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Hipho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt; = Nope! I really dOn't like 'HIp-Hop' guys! They're nOt 'hiP' For my eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Guys who ask permission before courting&lt;/span&gt; = Sometimes its irritating when a guy asks...but I think they just really want to be respectful...Either way, or they just need reassurance...! But OfCourse! It's better to be upfront with your intentions rather than doing things like a thief.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Has earring/s&lt;/span&gt; = A Very Big NO NO! I think guys with pierced ear(s) too grungy and "dirty rebel" looking for me. No offense to those who have some form of piercings!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Used to chew bubblegum&lt;/span&gt; = Nope! I would surely think he's like a Goat! BBBLLEEEAAAATTTTTT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Long-hair&lt;/span&gt; = Huh?! If we're together, people would get confused who's the girl or the boy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Bald&lt;/span&gt; = Hey, an article said that bald men have more sex appeal. So, why not? lols!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Antipatiko&lt;/span&gt; = I'm a snob girl sOmetimes and I do sOmetimes like guys who are sNob just like me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Torpe&lt;/span&gt; = To call a man&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;torpe&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;means he does not know how to court a girl,   is playing innocent, or does not know she also has an affection for him. For me, he's just being non sense. Express your feelings men! all Ayt?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Computer-games addict&lt;/span&gt; = Computer Addiction is a PROBLEM! Now, he cOuld be my pRoblem!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Basketball player&lt;/span&gt; = Basketball, soccer, tennis, badminton, swimming, even yoga, ballet. or gymnastics. Anything that reeks of sports is super dupeer Fine with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Mr. Count-my-ex’s-till-you-drop&lt;/span&gt; = If I am just going to end up as another one of his statistics, FORGET IT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Mestizo&lt;/span&gt; = Yup. I easily get turn On to fair-colored guys. I also like, Chinitos!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s who sing well&lt;/span&gt; = Yes! I want him to sing for me over and over again, till he drop! lols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Quiet/tame&lt;/span&gt; = Quiet can be restful. But too much quietness is very bOoring! Tame? Do guys are tame animals? lols!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Cum laude&lt;/span&gt; = Some other girls said, they get intimidated to guys who's super smart and brilliant. But me? I love hanging around with guys who's smart and good conversationalist like me. Aherrrms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Form&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;al &lt;/span&gt;= I seem to be comfortable with a guy in semi-formal attire. But I am surely comfortable to be with a guy who has a Formal attitude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. Friendly &lt;/span&gt;= oFcourse! Friendly But nOt Flirty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. Mr. I have an opinion about anything &amp;amp; everything&lt;/span&gt; = GoOdness gracious! Mr. Know-it-All would end up turning me Off!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. Motorcycle guy&lt;/span&gt; = Sounds Cool and HOT but nO thank you! I dOn't want to have an accident and Died at a very yOung age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. Rocker&lt;/span&gt; = No. Rock music gives me headAche and makes me cRy.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. Sk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ate boarder&lt;/span&gt; = Tony Hawk? iS that yOu?. You'RE cOOl But I don't have a plan to have a Future, FRActured Boyfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. Alaskador (prankster)&lt;/span&gt; = It's normal to do and act craZy stuffs to others but toO much fOr me, it's just toO immature.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. Flirt &lt;/span&gt;= Only to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. Mr. Campus Crush&lt;/span&gt; = A lOt of girls get attracted to this kind of guy and For me, I seemingly dOn't like toO many girls yelling for hiM.  But if MR. CAmpus Crush likes GiRL next Door (me), then, it's another story! lols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31. Bigotilyo&lt;/span&gt; = A definite no-no for me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32. Painter&lt;/span&gt; = Oh, an artist? Like me? hehe. Never had a date who was one. But possessing this kind of magnificent talent would be interesting!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. Galante&lt;/span&gt; = Gentle?? oFcourse YES! NOw, who would say 'NO' to this kind of virtue and I'll spank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34. Mr. Love Letter&lt;/span&gt; = Love letters gives me fuzzes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. Maporma&lt;/span&gt; = I'm attracted to well-dressed guys but if he's too conscious of how he dressed or look like, then that would be a turn Off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36. Ta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lks Too Much&lt;/span&gt; = Irritating!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37. Soccer Hottie&lt;/span&gt; = Can be but not a priority. Tennis Hottie would be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38. Anti-Christ&lt;/span&gt; = Absolutely, &lt;span&gt;beyOnd any dOubt, obviously, undeniably, unequivocally                 &lt;/span&gt; sure as HEee-aven…NO, NO, NO!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;39. Mama’s Boy&lt;/span&gt; = Mama's boy's? Well were do I start? Without being cruel mama's boy are a very dependent boys / men. I think of a guy who can't do anything without his Mother being in the middle of his life. Do they make good husbands? If the answer is NO, then, Thanks anyway...On the other hand, I know that Mama's boy's  seem to be more caring, more willing to express emotions and to be demonstrative, and more respectful of women.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40. Hangs Out With His Friends A Lot&lt;/span&gt; = If a teenager like me, then it's nOrmal. But a guy wHo's already in adulthoOd, then, it's frustrating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;41. Mysterious Guy&lt;/span&gt; = Edward Collen? Is that yOu? Mystery can be alluring, but eventually I'd get annoyed. If he had multi-faced personalities, I wouldn't know which side to trust! But if he's a vampire like Edward then, I like him a 101%! lols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;42. Cute Idiot&lt;/span&gt; = Though cute, hE's still dumb!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;43. Gui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tarist&lt;/span&gt; = Depends on the image the person with the guitar gives off.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;44. Wide Vocabulary Guy&lt;/span&gt; = Mr. Walking Dictionary is A pLus pOints for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;45. Loves you&lt;/span&gt; = ThE no. one pRiority!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;46. Tennis guy&lt;/span&gt; = ScRoll back to no. 37. Tennis Guy Could be a Priority. *wink*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;47. Dark skin&lt;/span&gt; = Prefer fair-skinned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;48. Tall&lt;/span&gt; = I used to be hanging out with my Guy friends who are taller than me and I do have 4 TOWER elder Brothers sooo...I prefer taller guys.! SOory to petite oneS...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;49. Chubby&lt;/span&gt; = Like wiNnie the pOoh?? oOps! Sorry I didn't mean anything, oFCourse I love winnie the pOoh, But sad to say, I already have my piLLOw, I don't need another One.! hehe just kidding!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50. Hairy&lt;/span&gt; =  Nope. I never like hairy guys! He should have a Clean Cut loOk to attract me. lols!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;by:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXGRfGAHQ5I/AAAAAAAAAbc/KeDZ5F1lzbo/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXGRfGAHQ5I/AAAAAAAAAbc/KeDZ5F1lzbo/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292171000510104466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-4968831946445271081?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/4968831946445271081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/hes-my-type-of-guy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/4968831946445271081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/4968831946445271081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/hes-my-type-of-guy.html' title='He&apos;s My Type of Guy'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXFsQjjlZ6I/AAAAAAAAAbU/Th0tYVp9ZY0/s72-c/MEMEbuttoncopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-2627869833727170580</id><published>2009-01-17T12:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T13:11:15.193+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>wOrth a Try</title><content type='html'>With midterms approaching, students can be found in all areas of campus cracking the books.&lt;br /&gt;But me? I prefer to stay at home and concentrate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Test anxiety can be an issue for students. Symptoms include the fear of failing, tension, shortness of breath and perspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I usually try to manage my time the right way, try to start early, and read a little bit so that I do not have to cram the night before exams. But unfortunately because of the bad weather here in our place and the power-cut situation,. this was the result...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXFmFgumuII/AAAAAAAAAbE/iAQbrEGnaMI/s1600-h/IMG_1292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXFmFgumuII/AAAAAAAAAbE/iAQbrEGnaMI/s400/IMG_1292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292123282007832706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying under dim candle light is difficult and very inconvenient but I think it's wOrth a TRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXFoBzBV7CI/AAAAAAAAAbM/hwwpS8PjX1U/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXFoBzBV7CI/AAAAAAAAAbM/hwwpS8PjX1U/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292125417222040610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-2627869833727170580?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/2627869833727170580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/worth-try.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/2627869833727170580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/2627869833727170580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/worth-try.html' title='wOrth a Try'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXFmFgumuII/AAAAAAAAAbE/iAQbrEGnaMI/s72-c/IMG_1292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-6080210826763817235</id><published>2009-01-16T14:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T15:13:49.309+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thursday thirteen'/><title type='text'>YOur Best FoOt FoRward!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXAtULxyJ6I/AAAAAAAAAaU/44NU_Twcsg8/s1600-h/tt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXAtULxyJ6I/AAAAAAAAAaU/44NU_Twcsg8/s400/tt2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291779386942564258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is your favorite kind of footwear?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;I love feminine shoes. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;a href="http://www.sandalguide.com/sandal_guide/guide_flipflops.php"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sandalguide.com/sandal_guide/guide_flipflops.php"&gt;Flip-flops&lt;/a&gt; and flats will always be on my list.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXAua2YeOMI/AAAAAAAAAac/6J7A0Y1jLUU/s1600-h/hava.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXAua2YeOMI/AAAAAAAAAac/6J7A0Y1jLUU/s400/hava.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291780600969967810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pretty sandals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tennis Shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; Espradilles/Wedges!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ballet Flats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;Stilettos&lt;span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Converse Shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Craft Sandals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.sandalguide.com/sandal_guide/guide_mule.php"&gt;Mules!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sandalguide.com/sandal_guide/guide_mule.php"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.sandalguide.com/sandal_guide/guide_salt-water_sandals.php"&gt;Salt-water SAndals!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Clogs or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bakya"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bakya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;and last but not the list... &lt;a href="http://www.shopflipflops.com/High_Metalic_Havaianas-Havaianas_High_Heel_Metalic_Beige_Flip_Flops_6.html"&gt;HIGH HEel Flip flops!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already share my favorite footwear. How about you, what are yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXAu46AovlI/AAAAAAAAAak/ds_28mRlXAY/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXAu46AovlI/AAAAAAAAAak/ds_28mRlXAY/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291781117339811410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-6080210826763817235?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/6080210826763817235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/your-best-foot-forward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/6080210826763817235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/6080210826763817235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/your-best-foot-forward.html' title='YOur Best FoOt FoRward!'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SXAtULxyJ6I/AAAAAAAAAaU/44NU_Twcsg8/s72-c/tt2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-969235722079104986</id><published>2009-01-14T06:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T06:00:00.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordless wednesday'/><title type='text'>WW - AlmOst FuLL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWxyEm8wVII/AAAAAAAAATo/rPz-jzNQAo8/s1600-h/IMG_1230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 459px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWxyEm8wVII/AAAAAAAAATo/rPz-jzNQAo8/s400/IMG_1230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290729085753906306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-969235722079104986?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/969235722079104986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/ww-almost-full.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/969235722079104986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/969235722079104986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/ww-almost-full.html' title='WW - AlmOst FuLL'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWxyEm8wVII/AAAAAAAAATo/rPz-jzNQAo8/s72-c/IMG_1230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-1328845282664153330</id><published>2009-01-13T00:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T00:33:28.595+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phenomena'/><title type='text'>ROads or RiverS?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWtwfrZKKjI/AAAAAAAAATY/jSnnV24_X48/s1600-h/flood4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 514px; height: 341px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWtwfrZKKjI/AAAAAAAAATY/jSnnV24_X48/s400/flood4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290445876803283506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWtwt6M2SJI/AAAAAAAAATg/Pd8ULlmNcg0/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWtwt6M2SJI/AAAAAAAAATg/Pd8ULlmNcg0/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290446121296349330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-1328845282664153330?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/1328845282664153330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/roads-or-rivers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/1328845282664153330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/1328845282664153330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/roads-or-rivers.html' title='ROads or RiverS?'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWtwfrZKKjI/AAAAAAAAATY/jSnnV24_X48/s72-c/flood4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-8004706271434939165</id><published>2009-01-12T23:08:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T19:42:45.552+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phenomena'/><title type='text'>Another Flood that Ravaged our City</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;A heavy rain that began Sunday morning caused a flash flood that spread to barangays in Cagayan de Oro and caused a power blackout. Several houses were submerged in water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;It seems that mother nature is quite tired already of people not hearing her cries...After the Cagayan de Oro River Flash Flood, now our City faced  into another calamity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another calamity that happened here in Cagayan de Oro for the second time around. Just last January 3 of this year, thousands of families were affected from flash floods. We thought that it was the last time but we were all wrong. Yesterday at around 3 am if I'm not mistaken the rain started to poured out so hard. When we all went to sleep on Saturday night(January 10, 2009) night, we noticed a different chill in the air. We woke on Sunday morning (January 11, 2009) with rain heavily pouring. We couldn't get out of the house mainly because the street was covered with water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah! News had been everywhere that made all of us here really very sad because our home place,  are experiencing an unending rains pouring so hard which caused the flooding in almost 50% part of the place. So you bet there are a lot of houses splashed away and quite a number of bridges and rivers that overflowed. We do personally know a lot of friends and loved ones whose places have been flooded. Really, really devastating. Even our house has been overflowed; it was even elevated compared to the neighboring houses so imagine the place. I kept calling and texting my family abroad so that they would know our situation here in the Philippines. Too bad, they can't even do something for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the rain poured heavily, PP (my father) went to Carmen, to buy boots for us because the water already inside our house. PP was really brave enough to go out the house even though it is very cold outside and very impossible to ride jeepney (public utility vehicle). As he arrived home, he shared to us that he was shocked to have seen such terrible flooding which in his description was that, the roads and highways looked like rivers. A particular grocery store in Carmen and a College institution was already submerged with water. Hearing the news over the radio, 2 bridges somewhere in Opol, were distroyed and other Schools around the city had been flooded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another worst thing that we experieced was...Until---brownout!!! Oh my goodness! Not again.!&lt;br /&gt;The rain last for a whole day and electricity went back I think, around 1am in Monday (January 12, 2009).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if that days was really 'something', I am still very happy that my family ( 2 elder brothers and our father) and I are still together and nothing bad happened to us. Actually, that particular day, as the rain poured very hard and wind blew hard, when I woke up early in the morning, I was very busy taking some photos for souvenir! lols! And also, my brother and I have some guts to eat some delicious &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt; and while we are very happy eating all together in the dining table, our thoughts had been everywhere, from wearing swimsuits to riding a jet ski and tour around the city. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned: While we are experiencing a bitterly cold temperature and an erratic weather 'round here, I am just thankful that we are not flooded of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAGMA&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAVA&lt;/span&gt;. lols!&lt;br /&gt;Well, seriously, the lesson we got here is that, we must always be positive and look on the brighter side of the story. Just knowing that “this too shall pass”...Every Bad or tough times shall pass in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all are well in this bittersome times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWtt131QFGI/AAAAAAAAATQ/WHs6Y3lpYlA/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWtt131QFGI/AAAAAAAAATQ/WHs6Y3lpYlA/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290442959564575842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-8004706271434939165?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/8004706271434939165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-flood-that-raveged-our-city.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/8004706271434939165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/8004706271434939165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-flood-that-raveged-our-city.html' title='Another Flood that Ravaged our City'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWtt131QFGI/AAAAAAAAATQ/WHs6Y3lpYlA/s72-c/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-958124882966146898</id><published>2009-01-12T13:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:18:19.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yummy sunday'/><title type='text'>Yummy Sunday #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWrP-KivcEI/AAAAAAAAATI/eu_GjkYjrQ8/s1600-h/IMG_1084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWrP-KivcEI/AAAAAAAAATI/eu_GjkYjrQ8/s400/IMG_1084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290269379188977730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leche flan&lt;/span&gt; is a favourite and popular dessert in the Philippines. It is similar to a cream caramel. It is sweet and rich. Leche flan is a must during Christmas, New Year and fiestas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I always thought leche flan was completely over the top on the sweetness scale and it is the food I most associate with my &lt;strong&gt;favorite Visayan word that describes food – “&lt;em&gt;ngilngig&lt;/em&gt;” which translates to something like “too rich,” a “tooth tingler,” “too sweet” or something along those lines.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like any other popular dish, there are many variations in making leche flan, but the classic recipe only calls for eggyolk, sugar, evaporated milk, condensed milk and citrus flavourings. Steaming is the traditional method for cooking leche flan, and is usually prepared in an oval shaped metal pans called &lt;em&gt;Llanera&lt;/em&gt; and steamed over moderate heat until set.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It takes a while to master the techniques and perfected this recipe but it is worth it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWrPmVL_oVI/AAAAAAAAATA/AiV452HY96s/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWrPmVL_oVI/AAAAAAAAATA/AiV452HY96s/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290268969729499474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWrPmVL_oVI/AAAAAAAAATA/AiV452HY96s/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-958124882966146898?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/958124882966146898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/yummy-sunday-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/958124882966146898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/958124882966146898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/yummy-sunday-2.html' title='Yummy Sunday #2'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWrP-KivcEI/AAAAAAAAATI/eu_GjkYjrQ8/s72-c/IMG_1084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-4717389870479756701</id><published>2009-01-10T12:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T12:45:31.360+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saturday photohunt'/><title type='text'>Saturday Scavenger Hunt : AFTERMATH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWgkRNI7FLI/AAAAAAAAASo/L8J5qnmF80A/s1600-h/photohunters2mo1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 82px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWgkRNI7FLI/AAAAAAAAASo/L8J5qnmF80A/s400/photohunters2mo1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289517640350110898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SV-LjSCujOI/AAAAAAAAAMo/kQpebRIGUkw/s1600-h/hope.jpg"&gt;This week's theme: AFTERMATH&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWgjl-K5E7I/AAAAAAAAASQ/GplQaUB4KBs/s1600-h/flood3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 412px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWgjl-K5E7I/AAAAAAAAASQ/GplQaUB4KBs/s400/flood3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289516897597461426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="newsBodyText"&gt;After the heavy rains battered several areas in Northeastern Mindanao, triggering widespread flash floods in the region.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uprooted trees in the riverbank of Cagayan de Oro river...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWglCvPdB3I/AAAAAAAAAS4/6CwSR1-fOrs/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWglCvPdB3I/AAAAAAAAAS4/6CwSR1-fOrs/s400/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289518491317897074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-4717389870479756701?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/4717389870479756701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/saturday-scavenger-hunt-aftermath.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/4717389870479756701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/4717389870479756701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/saturday-scavenger-hunt-aftermath.html' title='Saturday Scavenger Hunt : AFTERMATH'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWgkRNI7FLI/AAAAAAAAASo/L8J5qnmF80A/s72-c/photohunters2mo1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-2059697713242691878</id><published>2009-01-08T06:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T06:00:01.185+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thursday thirteen'/><title type='text'>Get Anything You Want —NOW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWAnQAPu-NI/AAAAAAAAANI/hvmZpXZPCe0/s1600-h/tt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 157px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWAnQAPu-NI/AAAAAAAAANI/hvmZpXZPCe0/s400/tt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287269118430345426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make your goals happen. Here are 13 ways to make your goals—big or small—happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Play!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to lost weight or get firmer arms? Get into a sport! Swimming is a great whole-body workout. Badminton can make you drop pounds from all the running around. Cycling can really strengthen your legs. The best thing about sports? Your body gets into tip-top shape while you're just playing and having fun!&lt;br /&gt;- I do play Lawn Tennis to stay healthy and firm. *_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Do it yourself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a girl in school who just oozes cool? Somehow she looks like she's got a look that's all her own. Hey, achieving your own style is easy-with a little creativity. Make your own jewelry, design your own T-shirts, or hem your own jeans with a unique accessory. It's the coolest way to put a personal stamp on your look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Smile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The easiest way to make friends is to stretch your mouth from ear to ear. Same rule goes for that boy you're hoping will ask you to the movies this weekend. Basic fact: People like friendly faces better. With a smile you appear nicer, warmer, and more approachable. So if you want to connect with someone, just flash those pearly whites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Raise your hand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are grades hassling you? Improve your standing by being more active in class. If the teacher sees you reciting more, asking more questions, and listening more closely, she'll be more inclined to help you out. Think about it: Would you want to lend a hand to someone who doesn't seem interested in helping herself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Make it a group effort!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to reach a goal can sometimes get frustrating. So why now get the whole barkada into the act? Form a club and agree to check up on each other's progress. It can be a jogging club, a painting club, or a watch-less-TV club. You can even award prizes to each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Surf the net!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to get a scholarship to college or join an exchange program? Plenty of educational info is now online. Most schools publish all their information on the Web, which makes researching all your choices easy. Many sites are also equipped with online application forms so you can jump right in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Collect coins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want more cash? Save your coins! Money experts recommend saving all your loose change in a piggy bank. At the end of the year, you'll be surprised by how much you have. Here's how my I does it though-I only saves five-peso coins. That makes it easier to count my pot, than makes your hair grow faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Write it down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of someday backpacking through USA or becoming a pilot? Write down the dreams that make you excited about the future. Include specifics-when, how, why, with whom. Draw if you like. Maybe an image of you singing on Broadway? Seeing it on paper will surely thrill you and drive you to really make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Say it nicely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the umpteenth time, your parents' answer is a firm no. No to the slumber party, no to the weekend in Cebu or Davao, no to an after-school movie. If you keep getting the same response, maybe it's time to change the way you ask for permission. Try giving them complete details or offering to bring home some dessert for them. And when you get home, share a few details. Let them hear how much you enjoyed yourself. Don't forget to say thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Join a contest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want a free CD or lipstick? Contests and raffles are great ways to win fun, little goodies you enjoy (like books, prepaid cell phone cards, concert tickets). You can find contests offering prizes that really make your mouth water just about anywhere. Check out TV shows, radio stations, magazines, retails shops, and websites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Close your eyes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a crazy day? A crazy life? Keep a feel-good moment in your pocket so you can take it out whenever you need a time-out. Practice this calm-down habit: Close your eyes and think of a time you felt really joyful. Was it on your last family vacation? Take yourself back to that nice evening stroll on the beach. Relax in the memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;Take action on your best ideas!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Select the best new ideas from your list or that arise in your quiet reflective moments and take action on them. Ideas only become useful when they are enacted, so continue acting daily on the best fresh new ideas you have invited into your awareness in this process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Take a risk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you suspect you might be a good dancer, writer, or athlete, now's the time to find out! Try out for the dance troupe, the school paper, or the swim team. Afraid of not making the cut? The good news is, with so many extra-curricular activities to choose from, there's sure to be something that fits you-and the fun is in searching for it. Even better news: You might make the cut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you increase your creative flexibility, your actions will generate increasingly&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; positive&lt;/span&gt; results working with this process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Happy WeEkend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWLLsNjI6mI/AAAAAAAAARE/qjmwtPHbfFk/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWLLsNjI6mI/AAAAAAAAARE/qjmwtPHbfFk/s200/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288012872898112098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-2059697713242691878?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/2059697713242691878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/get-anything-you-want-now.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/2059697713242691878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/2059697713242691878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/get-anything-you-want-now.html' title='Get Anything You Want —NOW!'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWAnQAPu-NI/AAAAAAAAANI/hvmZpXZPCe0/s72-c/tt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-5970147746602126310</id><published>2009-01-07T06:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T06:00:00.392+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordless wednesday'/><title type='text'>WW - Love yOur mObile?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SV7rA5u95FI/AAAAAAAAAMU/-1wcxGmKt5E/s1600-h/IMG_1141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 513px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SV7rA5u95FI/AAAAAAAAAMU/-1wcxGmKt5E/s400/IMG_1141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286921413309883474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love mine. S500i                features beautiful wallpaper artwork and specially-designed themes                that change with the time of day and the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWLLemfw5yI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/tdUJySAwhDA/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWLLemfw5yI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/tdUJySAwhDA/s200/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288012639076673314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-5970147746602126310?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/5970147746602126310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/ww-love-your-mobile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/5970147746602126310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/5970147746602126310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/ww-love-your-mobile.html' title='WW - Love yOur mObile?'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SV7rA5u95FI/AAAAAAAAAMU/-1wcxGmKt5E/s72-c/IMG_1141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-6152194503517369477</id><published>2009-01-05T06:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T06:00:01.783+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monday morning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memes'/><title type='text'>mOnday Morning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWCf1GcZzyI/AAAAAAAAAOU/RY-16p0PCFI/s1600-h/MondayMorning_Sunshine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWCf1GcZzyI/AAAAAAAAAOU/RY-16p0PCFI/s400/MondayMorning_Sunshine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287401697144590114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this meme from &lt;a href="http://bettywiens.blogspot.com/"&gt;Betty Wien's World&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Outside my Window...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 'not' that perfect weather.&lt;br /&gt;Gloomy sky and it seems to rain!&lt;br /&gt;Very seldom do we have weather like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am thinking.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will this week bring me?&lt;br /&gt;I'm having straight classes and exams starting today till Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am thankful for... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave me another day to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am creating....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New posts for this week.&lt;br /&gt;I've already scheduled them, so, watch for it! and please do leave some comments.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am going...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To school everyday.&lt;br /&gt;To enjoy planing for the next weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am wearing. …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school uniform. White blouse and Navy bLue pants (atenista).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am reading.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My major suBject book. We're having an upcoming exam this Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That bad weather will stop this week (Rain rain go away, come again another month).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am hearing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Our new neighborhood's loud/annoying voices! *grrr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Around the house...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is very silent...It's early in the morning of course.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One of my favorite things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is going to school (sometimes) and playing my sport - tennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Few Plans for The Rest Of The Week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As usual going to school and study hard.&lt;br /&gt;oH not to mention, during the weekend, I will stay at home and eat and sleep and sleep and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;picture that I am sharing with you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lights are on. We have a new neighbor now... soooooo sad... I can't visit the 'haunted house' (we usually call it) never again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWCjwk06LpI/AAAAAAAAAOc/MnfJX_Mz-iQ/s1600-h/IMG_1190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWCjwk06LpI/AAAAAAAAAOc/MnfJX_Mz-iQ/s400/IMG_1190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287406017447603858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWCnD3XrfbI/AAAAAAAAAOk/RGbUmPJiEHs/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWCnD3XrfbI/AAAAAAAAAOk/RGbUmPJiEHs/s200/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287409647377677746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-6152194503517369477?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/6152194503517369477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/monday-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/6152194503517369477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/6152194503517369477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/monday-morning.html' title='mOnday Morning!'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWCf1GcZzyI/AAAAAAAAAOU/RY-16p0PCFI/s72-c/MondayMorning_Sunshine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-8442624269978520687</id><published>2009-01-04T10:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:15:01.536+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yummy sunday'/><title type='text'>Yummy Sunday #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWAkwt8LVHI/AAAAAAAAANA/7o5Y3B7bnBE/s1600-h/IMG_1169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWAkwt8LVHI/AAAAAAAAANA/7o5Y3B7bnBE/s400/IMG_1169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287266381917279346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalamay is a sticky sweet delicacy that is popular in many regions of the Philippines. It is made of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glutinous_rice" title="Glutinous rice"&gt;glutinous rice&lt;/a&gt;, grated &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coconut" title="Coconut"&gt;coconut&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brown_sugar" title="Brown sugar"&gt;brown sugar&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Margarine" title="Margarine"&gt;margarine&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peanut_butter" title="Peanut butter"&gt;peanut butter&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vanilla" title="Vanilla"&gt;vanilla&lt;/a&gt; (optional). Regional varieties exist, the variations come from the texture and the sweetness preferred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of my favorite delicacy here in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWCoNI0uS3I/AAAAAAAAAO0/cdcJNH6paM4/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWCoNI0uS3I/AAAAAAAAAO0/cdcJNH6paM4/s200/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287410906193349490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-8442624269978520687?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/8442624269978520687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/yummy-sunday-1.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/8442624269978520687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/8442624269978520687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/yummy-sunday-1.html' title='Yummy Sunday #1'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWAkwt8LVHI/AAAAAAAAANA/7o5Y3B7bnBE/s72-c/IMG_1169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-2263098135570552216</id><published>2009-01-04T00:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T11:26:32.628+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phenomena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cdoc'/><title type='text'>Horrific</title><content type='html'>CAGAYAN DE ORO CITY, Misamis Oriental -- About 5,000 families in this province have been displaced by flash floods and large waves spawned by heavy rains, officials said Saturday. &lt;p&gt;Over a hundred houses have been destroyed and many people are fleeing their homes in the face of rising waters in the northern part of the southern island of Mindanao, civil defense officials said. -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://http//newsinfo.inquirer.net/breakingnews/regions/view/20090103-181217/Floods-in-Misamis-Or-displace-thousands"&gt;&lt;span class="fontheadline"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Floods in Misamis Or. displace thousands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It all started last Friday where there is a strange weather condition occur in our city. Winds blew very hard and a night of heavy rain. I thought it was just a ordinary phenomenon during this kind of season. But then, early this morning, we heard  radio reports about flash flood in  barangays in the city and the rest of areas near Cagayan de Oro river  . That intermittent rains since Friday afternoon swamped low-lying villages in the key southern cities of Cagayan de Oro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Several wooden houses from here have already been washed downstream.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SV-ZJHI3mhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/XpZwOXgiyzc/s1600-h/baha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SV-ZJHI3mhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/XpZwOXgiyzc/s400/baha.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287112869370370578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People stop by in the bridge to watch some houses submerge along the riverbanks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SV-ZJd49O5I/AAAAAAAAAM4/e3OUtTMAjxQ/s1600-h/brdge.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SV-ZJd49O5I/AAAAAAAAAM4/e3OUtTMAjxQ/s400/brdge.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287112875477646226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seeing this scene, made me praise God more,. Though, we didn't live in area that is very nice here in our city, still, we did not experience this kind of horrific and tragic experiencethat this people had.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWCoeuiBu5I/AAAAAAAAAO8/lMvFGcspZxk/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWCoeuiBu5I/AAAAAAAAAO8/lMvFGcspZxk/s200/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287411208373255058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://http//newsinfo.inquirer.net/breakingnews/regions/view/20090103-181217/Floods-in-Misamis-Or-displace-thousands"&gt;&lt;span class="fontheadline"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-2263098135570552216?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/2263098135570552216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/horrific.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/2263098135570552216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/2263098135570552216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/horrific.html' title='Horrific'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SV-ZJHI3mhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/XpZwOXgiyzc/s72-c/baha.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-3774688990844543012</id><published>2009-01-03T23:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:18:11.187+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saturday photohunt'/><title type='text'>Saturday Scavenger Hunt : HOPE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SV-LjX7pNeI/AAAAAAAAAMg/pieV9hcpHYA/s1600-h/photohunters2mo1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 82px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SV-LjX7pNeI/AAAAAAAAAMg/pieV9hcpHYA/s400/photohunters2mo1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287097927392114146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SV-LjSCujOI/AAAAAAAAAMo/kQpebRIGUkw/s1600-h/hope.jpg"&gt;This week's theme: HOPE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SV-LjSCujOI/AAAAAAAAAMo/kQpebRIGUkw/s1600-h/hope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SV-LjSCujOI/AAAAAAAAAMo/kQpebRIGUkw/s400/hope.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287097925811211490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I saw A Garbage Can with Hope while riding a jeepney (public utility vehichle) here in our place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWCo311l9EI/AAAAAAAAAPE/dDGhjEJZ1no/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWCo311l9EI/AAAAAAAAAPE/dDGhjEJZ1no/s200/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287411639831098434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-3774688990844543012?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/3774688990844543012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/saturday-scavenger-hunt-hope.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/3774688990844543012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/3774688990844543012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/saturday-scavenger-hunt-hope.html' title='Saturday Scavenger Hunt : HOPE'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SV-LjX7pNeI/AAAAAAAAAMg/pieV9hcpHYA/s72-c/photohunters2mo1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-7955287305216287614</id><published>2009-01-02T08:47:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:20:19.115+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slick chik'/><title type='text'>Start The Year Right!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SV1maZeZ9uI/AAAAAAAAAMM/twrU7VIcshQ/s1600-h/notebok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SV1maZeZ9uI/AAAAAAAAAMM/twrU7VIcshQ/s400/notebok.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286494141303879394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;"Soo...What is your New Year's Resolution?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's one thing new you want to do this 2009?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone makes resolutions when the New Year hops around. Whether you actually live up to them is another story. We make these lists hoping to become better people. They are our little personal reminders, usually kept secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I feel pretty good about 2008, my New Year’s resolution for 2009 will focus more on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To eat more healthily, sleep at decent hours, and get more exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Live life to the fullest and face my fears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. To worry less, live life one day at a time, read more books, write more, watch less TV and.. study hard.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I always promise myself that I will stay happy and hopeful no matter what. And though nobody is spared from the occasional bad day, I think I've been successful at keeping this promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Last year, my resolution was to do as many things I could for the first time. This year, I'm going to get things done. :D Here's to a more proactive me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, I've done listing my first 5 New Year's resolution. What's yours?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWCpY7pKIOI/AAAAAAAAAPU/9RfUb8PzSYU/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWCpY7pKIOI/AAAAAAAAAPU/9RfUb8PzSYU/s200/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287412208325239010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-7955287305216287614?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/7955287305216287614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/start-year-right.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/7955287305216287614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/7955287305216287614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/start-year-right.html' title='Start The Year Right!'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SV1maZeZ9uI/AAAAAAAAAMM/twrU7VIcshQ/s72-c/notebok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-6946461474731919007</id><published>2009-01-01T20:52:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:22:26.217+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='season&apos;s greetings.'/><title type='text'>Have a 'LuCky' New year.!</title><content type='html'>New year is a new beginning, we welcome the new year 2Oo9 full of hope for the better year. For me this is the happiest time of the year because we got a chance to celebrate it with our whole family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Filipinos observed beliefs and practices that has been passed from time to time. Each practice would differ from one community to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let me share some things that I know and follow in my 19 years of life living here in Philippines together with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; The very first thing I know is to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; gather 13 round variety of fruits&lt;/span&gt;.  For stocking on round fruits is expected to usher in a well-rounded year of prosperity for the household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVy_r93Rh8I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pPki1gpI2Ls/s1600-h/IMG_1025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVy_r93Rh8I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pPki1gpI2Ls/s400/IMG_1025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286310824687798210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prepare coins for the entire family's pocket.&lt;/span&gt; It has been our tradition that if we placed coins in our pockets and will ring these at the coming of the New Year believing that this practice would bring in money in our pockets all throughout the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVzBVObFMcI/AAAAAAAAAKM/gA5-oDy9vAs/s1600-h/IMG_1041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVzBVObFMcI/AAAAAAAAAKM/gA5-oDy9vAs/s400/IMG_1041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286312633019216322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVzBVcL5a9I/AAAAAAAAAKU/8iKoIW_N0IY/s1600-h/IMG_1046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVzBVcL5a9I/AAAAAAAAAKU/8iKoIW_N0IY/s400/IMG_1046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286312636713626578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abundance of food in the dining table&lt;/span&gt;. It is belief that there will be&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; abundance of food for the rest of the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;year&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  Don't forget &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to eat some sticky food&lt;/span&gt; like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kalamay&lt;/span&gt; (a kind of rice cake) or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;biko&lt;/span&gt; (rice cake)or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suman&lt;/span&gt; (sweet steamed rice). It is belief that sweet and sticky food when eaten on the first minute of the year brings prosperity.&lt;br /&gt;-I'm having a hard time searching for english terms of this foods. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVzF9-a9fDI/AAAAAAAAAK0/hR5ZuGEqp8c/s1600-h/IMG_1082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVzF9-a9fDI/AAAAAAAAAK0/hR5ZuGEqp8c/s400/IMG_1082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286317731144891442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVzF6eewj9I/AAAAAAAAAKs/AJ7TXYu5O4w/s1600-h/IMG_1037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVzF6eewj9I/AAAAAAAAAKs/AJ7TXYu5O4w/s400/IMG_1037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286317671031279570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Ask the children in your home to jump. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Its a belief that children who jump will make them taller. At my age I still jump together with my Big Brothers. lols!&lt;br /&gt;- If there would be a contest who's the highest jumper for the new year, then Ate C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; would probably win! lols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SV1bKFdOX9I/AAAAAAAAAK8/NE1-Imh2mwY/s1600-h/IMG_1118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SV1bKFdOX9I/AAAAAAAAAK8/NE1-Imh2mwY/s400/IMG_1118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286481766424403922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SV1gIhedckI/AAAAAAAAAL0/zgyE2iT2P6A/s1600-h/firecrackers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 311px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SV1gIhedckI/AAAAAAAAAL0/zgyE2iT2P6A/s400/firecrackers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286487237144179266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Welcome the New year with loud and safe noise.! &lt;/span&gt;The no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ise and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; the firecrackers is belie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ved to drive away the devil spirit and make the New year bountiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;and blessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SV1fJ8Ny6yI/AAAAAAAAALc/VcCb4ooZAU4/s1600-h/IMG_1029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SV1fJ8Ny6yI/AAAAAAAAALc/VcCb4ooZAU4/s400/IMG_1029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286486161990282018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;These New Year beliefs and practices are meaningless in the Christian context. It is better to rely on one's hard work, perseverance and faith in God to make the coming year a well rounded one,. Happy New Year to all of us! Here comes another year to start anew.&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you all not only happiness but a bountiful year as well. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWCpz8ezBFI/AAAAAAAAAPc/hbLCPtv5DF8/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWCpz8ezBFI/AAAAAAAAAPc/hbLCPtv5DF8/s200/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287412672406684754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-6946461474731919007?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/6946461474731919007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-is-new-beginning-we-welcome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/6946461474731919007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/6946461474731919007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-is-new-beginning-we-welcome.html' title='Have a &apos;LuCky&apos; New year.!'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVy_r93Rh8I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pPki1gpI2Ls/s72-c/IMG_1025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-3385706568873157835</id><published>2009-01-01T18:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:23:36.052+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='season&apos;s greetings.'/><title type='text'>A GoOd Luck charm for the year 2Oo9.!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVycPYtKQLI/AAAAAAAAAJk/e_F-7-2-Ca0/s1600-h/IMG_1019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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background: #ffffff;" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Things about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MY NAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; My name is Ariane. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"The name Ariane is a baby girls name. The name Ariane comes from the French origin. In French The meaning of the name Ariane is: Very holy. Variant of the Greek Mythological Ariadne, who aided Theseus to escape from the Cretan labyrinth."- wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; On 1989, I was named by my father whom at that time watched the news about the successful launch of a European civilian expendable launch vehicles for space launch use, the Ariane 4 - part of the Ariane Rocket family. &lt;br /&gt;-No wonder why I've always dreamed to be an astronaut when I was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; On the contrary, my mother loves avon products, which coincidentally she loves the scent of Ariane perfume. For her the perfume is so feminine and pure.&lt;br /&gt;-Well, I admit it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; When I was in my childhood days, I always have buddies or friends named like mine. But in different spelling. It would usually be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Arriane'&lt;/span&gt; or 'Arianne' or worse 'Aryan'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; When I was in my elementary days, I hated my name because it's too short unlike my classmates who have soo many names. For ex. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Maria Theresa Anne&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mary Grace Joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; One day at school, I tried to fool my 1st grader teacher. I wrote the name &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mary Grace &lt;/span&gt; on my test paper. When the teacher checked our papers he asked who the hell is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mary Grace&lt;/span&gt;. Then I raised my hand and said 'Me Sir!'. He then asked me why did I do that. I simply answered 'Because I envy the name of my sister and I just love the name of mother Mary'. and the room burst with laughters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; When I graduated in elementary, my name received lots of academic awards since I entered in that school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; As I entered in high school, my name was not that famous until I joined a lot of org. in our school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt; I had a friend in hs which was always revising my name and calling me &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'yanix' &lt;/span&gt;because she hated the name 'Ariane'. How awful...I don't know what's with her for hating my precious name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt; and...Everybody oh almost everybody in the classroom and my friends in school even my teacher calls me &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'yanix'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- where my nickname was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt; As I entered in College, I love to introduce to lots of people by using my precious name. But people don't usually remember names so I just only gave my nickname.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt; Also in college, I have my own set of friends and I'm very happy that we cherish each others name. Thus, making me appreciate more about my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;13.&lt;/span&gt; Whatever our name is, its history and meaning, the most important thing is that it defines our uniqueness as an individual, what do we love to do and do it for our own good. Having a clear goal in mind and do everything we can to achieve it. And most important of all ...we must know our real purpose why we're living at this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy wEekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com" mce_href="http://thursdaythirteen.com" &gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday.  Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged!  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Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" mce_href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-7957087307710235999?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/7957087307710235999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/whos-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/7957087307710235999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/7957087307710235999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2009/01/whos-me.html' title='whO&apos;s me?'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-5357280498134132874</id><published>2008-12-28T23:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:25:12.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haPpie Faith..'/><title type='text'>weLcome to the Christian wOrld Lil' pRince.!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The christening of a baby is a great cause for celebratio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n as the church welcomes in a new member of the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day, I had the privilege to photograph the christening of a special young man.  Some of you may know him from a post featured on my blog.  His name is AJ and he is truly a man of God - at 3 yrs. of age.  This Sunday morning, my family and the family of AJ's mom gathered for a special ceremony at St. Nicolas chapel somewhere here in our place and it was beautiful though it was a 'Mass Baptism ceremony'.   The laughter, love, and joy was overflowing from the moment the ceremony started and it never stopped pouring out of the hearts of everyone there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father(my elder brother A) asked me to photograph the ceremony but I got a little tired and captured only few images of the entire day.  So, here’s a few favorites  that I thought you would enjoy.  Have a blessed and empowered week and remember to never stop having faith to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our little buddy getting christened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVeg9A9uJCI/AAAAAAAAAIs/NAdbIDSBfxg/s1600-h/IMG_0692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVeg9A9uJCI/AAAAAAAAAIs/NAdbIDSBfxg/s320/IMG_0692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284869657833907234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVeg9CeKF2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/OG-S3APxZ44/s1600-h/IMG_0697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVeg9CeKF2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/OG-S3APxZ44/s320/IMG_0697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284869658238392162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVeg97inUeI/AAAAAAAAAI8/eNYremjO_-8/s1600-h/IMG_0704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVeg97inUeI/AAAAAAAAAI8/eNYremjO_-8/s320/IMG_0704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284869673557905890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At the reception &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They 'murdered' our family name.. It should be 'GOMEZ! not GomeSSSS *smug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVeg-DoQ0MI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Ikx-ui22ew0/s1600-h/IMG_0707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVeg-DoQ0MI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Ikx-ui22ew0/s320/IMG_0707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284869675729080514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud grandparents. My father (beside my 'tower' brother) is very happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVelVhr6GDI/AAAAAAAAAJU/PYUuIy0vr-Y/s1600-h/IMG_0728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVelVhr6GDI/AAAAAAAAAJU/PYUuIy0vr-Y/s320/IMG_0728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284874476980934706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the end of the day, we were very happy and that moment is memorable for us and to our lil prince AJ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oOps! I would also like to thank the presence of my gOod buds/pals/friends (H, L, N) for coming around. They add color to this wonderful day. It was really fun having them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVelV-1oKtI/AAAAAAAAAJc/9UmPl03Jku4/s1600-h/IMG_0723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVelV-1oKtI/AAAAAAAAAJc/9UmPl03Jku4/s320/IMG_0723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284874484806331090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWCqiDVqshI/AAAAAAAAAPs/qUlXKGOOXZk/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWCqiDVqshI/AAAAAAAAAPs/qUlXKGOOXZk/s200/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287413464521421330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-5357280498134132874?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/5357280498134132874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2008/12/welcome-to-christian-world-lil-prince.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/5357280498134132874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/5357280498134132874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2008/12/welcome-to-christian-world-lil-prince.html' title='weLcome to the Christian wOrld Lil&apos; pRince.!'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVeg9A9uJCI/AAAAAAAAAIs/NAdbIDSBfxg/s72-c/IMG_0692.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-7660232995516818077</id><published>2008-12-25T20:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:26:43.435+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='season&apos;s greetings.'/><title type='text'>This is thE seAson to be jOlly... falalalala lalalalaaahhh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Aah, Christmas time...&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The air is filled with merry tunes, cool breeze, happiness, and love once again. And what’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;more satisfying than listening to children's Christmas carols, tasting Mom’s favorite dishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and delicacies (though my mother is not here with us in the Philippines) , or shopping for the perfect gifts for the perfect people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Christmas is one of my all time favorite Holidays! It’s the season where we get to spend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;quality time with our loved ones and friends. These days, we get to take a break from loads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;of nerve-wracking homework, buy new sets of clothes, shoes, and stuff! Just writing in our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;long Christmas wish list gives us a sense of fulfillment. It may sound materialistic, but we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;can’t help it. After all, what fun it brings receiving a gift from someone close to us? Who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;wouldn’t agree?&lt;/span&gt; *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In the Philippines, Christmas season begins on the 16th of December and ends on the first Sunday of January which is the Feast of the Epiphany (The Three Kings). It is quite different from the other countries of the world, it is the longest of the Philippine festivities stretching for over 3 weeks. This makes the Filipino Christmas celebration one of the longest Christmas season in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Christmas always brings back memories from childhood. Food is always a part of these memories. Many families have their own food traditions that are recreated every year. This year's Christmas Eve my family would prepare  wonderful meals such as hamonada - made especially by our special chef who is my brother, fried chicken, fruit salad, mango float, spaghetti, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;sinugbang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; (grilled) fish and pork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I have the list of our recipes. I really like it! Se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;ems like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt; a child wrote this, but actually it's me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVOJJ9O-EbI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HB0QA33lptg/s1600-h/IMG_0494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVOJJ9O-EbI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HB0QA33lptg/s320/IMG_0494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283717591984902578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVOJJ0I4IoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iuaXc45qUKA/s1600-h/IMG_0489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVOJJ0I4IoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iuaXc45qUKA/s320/IMG_0489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283717589543428738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;not all the recipes listed here is cooked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Each of us in the house is very busy preparing for the Christmas Eve...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Brother J, passed his talent in making yummy spag to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVONWFqEVII/AAAAAAAAAGc/5jnkCdyRXCc/s1600-h/IMG_0563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVONWFqEVII/AAAAAAAAAGc/5jnkCdyRXCc/s320/IMG_0563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283722198450984066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Brother M is cooking AJ's favorite - fried chiCken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVONWYxd7bI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Agx0ZDcjFpE/s1600-h/IMG_0573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVONWYxd7bI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Agx0ZDcjFpE/s320/IMG_0573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283722203582295474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pp and brother J is very busy outside the house...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVONWlXS1bI/AAAAAAAAAG0/2ecoL3vVWy8/s1600-h/IMG_0578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVONWlXS1bI/AAAAAAAAAG0/2ecoL3vVWy8/s320/IMG_0578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283722206962177458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVONWy0jTII/AAAAAAAAAG8/OK1NClVXYSc/s1600-h/IMG_0580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVONWy0jTII/AAAAAAAAAG8/OK1NClVXYSc/s320/IMG_0580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283722210574552194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Though each of us is very busy, our little prince is already bored waiting for the food to be served...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVOQuWUAGbI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6EM1aNO3nvs/s1600-h/IMG_0625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVOQuWUAGbI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6EM1aNO3nvs/s320/IMG_0625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283725913773578674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Our food for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Noche Buena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Who wants a yummy mango float? I made this.&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVOLFGrCqLI/AAAAAAAAAF8/CVTVhbJXIj0/s1600-h/IMG_0545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVOLFGrCqLI/AAAAAAAAAF8/CVTVhbJXIj0/s320/IMG_0545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283719707642472626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVOLFTSGBWI/AAAAAAAAAGE/qGQxWbwZ9sU/s1600-h/IMG_0549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVOLFTSGBWI/AAAAAAAAAGE/qGQxWbwZ9sU/s320/IMG_0549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283719711027496290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;or an appetizer like the fruit salad with buko?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVOLFqbsAEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/4Sb_JI0tdyk/s1600-h/IMG_0553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVOLFqbsAEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/4Sb_JI0tdyk/s320/IMG_0553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283719717241749570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVOLF6VWm-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/d_YI2ePUCFU/s1600-h/IMG_0554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVOLF6VWm-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/d_YI2ePUCFU/s320/IMG_0554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283719721510149090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Want some yummy smiling spag?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVONWQdV3xI/AAAAAAAAAGk/g3rpsM5wmsU/s1600-h/IMG_0567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVONWQdV3xI/AAAAAAAAAGk/g3rpsM5wmsU/s320/IMG_0567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283722201350397714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;AJ's all time favorite fried chicKen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVOPtnBkAPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ISCp4n7VT1U/s1600-h/IMG_0581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVOPtnBkAPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ISCp4n7VT1U/s320/IMG_0581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283724801568145650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Sinugbang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; pOrk and Fish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVORsBB_jNI/AAAAAAAAAIM/8ZunoCLxx1o/s1600-h/IMG_0584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVORsBB_jNI/AAAAAAAAAIM/8ZunoCLxx1o/s320/IMG_0584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283726973212789970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVOPufXV2qI/AAAAAAAAAHc/hrz37jIuFkY/s1600-h/IMG_0587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVOPufXV2qI/AAAAAAAAAHc/hrz37jIuFkY/s320/IMG_0587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283724816691878562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and Christmas would not be extra special without our all time favorite dish - the HAmoNada.&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVOPt3lDQwI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hRhWuOHFn6w/s1600-h/IMG_0631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVOPt3lDQwI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hRhWuOHFn6w/s320/IMG_0631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283724806011962114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;DeCember 24 and 25, 2008... sPending the yuletide season with my family...Soo sad, my mother, favorite sister and kuya is not here with us in the Philippines...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVOQuqrS0gI/AAAAAAAAAHs/zHOy3ATcPiI/s1600-h/IMG_0596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVOQuqrS0gI/AAAAAAAAAHs/zHOy3ATcPiI/s320/IMG_0596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283725919239983618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVOQu5eCRPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/f2AHNdF2P8c/s1600-h/IMG_0640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVOQu5eCRPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/f2AHNdF2P8c/s320/IMG_0640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283725923210904818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVOQvLuPp-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/LnOiqFn4DPU/s1600-h/IMG_0643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVOQvLuPp-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/LnOiqFn4DPU/s320/IMG_0643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283725928110729186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVOQvHJ5c8I/AAAAAAAAAIE/tjAkkdl_9TI/s1600-h/IMG_0649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVOQvHJ5c8I/AAAAAAAAAIE/tjAkkdl_9TI/s320/IMG_0649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283725926884537282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Christmas Eve is a special time, because it is a  reminder of what Christmas is all about – celebrating the birth of our Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;On this Christmas day we spend the day relaxing and eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Christmas has always been the happiest time of the year. And let’s all celebrate that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;special event of our lives by sharing the joy and spreading the love to our friends, family,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and loved ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I wish all my blog friends a joyful, peaceful &amp;amp; prosperous 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWCqyniuhkI/AAAAAAAAAP0/KosBDLllB-4/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWCqyniuhkI/AAAAAAAAAP0/KosBDLllB-4/s200/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287413749117781570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-7660232995516818077?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/7660232995516818077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-season-to-be-jolly-falalalala.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/7660232995516818077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/7660232995516818077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-season-to-be-jolly-falalalala.html' title='This is thE seAson to be jOlly... falalalala lalalalaaahhh!'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVOJJ9O-EbI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HB0QA33lptg/s72-c/IMG_0494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-4149576258818534283</id><published>2008-12-23T16:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:31:25.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slick chik'/><title type='text'>My NiecE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVChEsEaJxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/1SY09YzSlKs/s1600-h/DSC_0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVChEsEaJxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/1SY09YzSlKs/s320/DSC_0135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282899464826791698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P, my niece, is celebrating her birthday today December 23, 2008. She turns 5 today - wow, time flies by! She is the eldest child of our eldest sibling, G.  She’s also the eldest among my&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pamangkin&lt;/span&gt; - niece/nephew.  She lives in Dubai, too bad she's too far away from us. We can't give her any presents but we still love her very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to our adorable, pretty and smart baby P! We love you very much here in the Philippines. Your parents are very lucky to have you, your an angel sent from above to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Lots,&lt;br /&gt;Aunt yanix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWCsCNobvJI/AAAAAAAAAP8/apmPwOqkrFc/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWCsCNobvJI/AAAAAAAAAP8/apmPwOqkrFc/s200/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287415116551928978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-4149576258818534283?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/4149576258818534283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-niece.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/4149576258818534283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/4149576258818534283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-niece.html' title='My NiecE.'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SVChEsEaJxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/1SY09YzSlKs/s72-c/DSC_0135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-7465198251037140222</id><published>2008-12-21T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:33:22.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OuR Christmas TreE</title><content type='html'>It’s Christmas season once again. As usual we are so excited putting up our Christmas tree since my elder brothers are coming home for Christmas. Our Christmas celebration is not complete without a Christmas tree. When I was young and we don’t have enough money to buy expensive trees, my mother will just buy a commercial tree in the market made out simply from a real tree,  tree branches without any leaves painted with cream color or green and looks like a tree at the dead of winter. My elder sister calls it 'skeletal tree' or 'poor man's tree' .  My mother will just place simple decorations by my help, where we also place our little gifts under the Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I we’re growing up, our first real “Christmas tree” was a 3-ft tree. I called it real Christmas tree for it was once of the usual trees we see. We’re so excited to hang Christmas balls and bells on our little tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SU5UiL0JoDI/AAAAAAAAAEk/u678vM0VuQI/s1600-h/IMG_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SU5UiL0JoDI/AAAAAAAAAEk/u678vM0VuQI/s320/IMG_0039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282252359215980594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, this year we put up our 5 feet, 4 year old Christmas tree. My good elder sister bought it about 4 years ago (i think). Well, since our little prince (my nephew) can now appreciate the beauty of a Christmas tree, he is the one who always kept on reminding us to put up the 'huge' tree as he calls it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SU5VOrAc62I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ZLP1KU2l0CA/s1600-h/IMG_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SU5VOrAc62I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ZLP1KU2l0CA/s320/IMG_0093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282253123503319906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AJ boy is very happy that his wish has been granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SU5VO0qkkFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/UZ0j5HhttPU/s1600-h/IMG_0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SU5VO0qkkFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/UZ0j5HhttPU/s320/IMG_0096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282253126095900754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting up a Christmas tree made me happy, it add more light, joy and happiness in this yuletide season...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWCsZwHsWdI/AAAAAAAAAQE/k09pZ6b8fog/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWCsZwHsWdI/AAAAAAAAAQE/k09pZ6b8fog/s200/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287415520946837970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-7465198251037140222?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/7465198251037140222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-christmas-tree.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/7465198251037140222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/7465198251037140222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-christmas-tree.html' title='OuR Christmas TreE'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SU5UiL0JoDI/AAAAAAAAAEk/u678vM0VuQI/s72-c/IMG_0039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-7877771954525050171</id><published>2008-12-21T20:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:34:51.561+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothing else'/><title type='text'>At last  it's Here!</title><content type='html'>At last! For how many months, weeks, days, hours and minutes we've been waiting for this things to arrive, now, we already have it! Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;Actually we're really too excited to watch the video and pictures during the wedding of my kuya last August 16, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;If kuya never called here in our house, then probably until now, this stuffs would not arrive here...&lt;br /&gt;May you enjoy watching this pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super HARD bound photo album..It weigh more than 5 kilos! Heavy enough to throw it in the head at your enemy! lols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SU482yhgz-I/AAAAAAAAADU/qn_ehXmaDUA/s1600-h/IMG_0496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SU482yhgz-I/AAAAAAAAADU/qn_ehXmaDUA/s320/IMG_0496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282226324925108194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SU482_7zsvI/AAAAAAAAADc/8-RGA_OQ1JU/s1600-h/IMG_0497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SU482_7zsvI/AAAAAAAAADc/8-RGA_OQ1JU/s320/IMG_0497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282226328525058802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SU4_RY0AXwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NS50zmJGLDg/s1600-h/IMG_0502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SU4_RY0AXwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NS50zmJGLDg/s320/IMG_0502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282228980903075586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SU5A7XFKQDI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0gPQBl3ubTg/s1600-h/IMG_0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SU5A7XFKQDI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0gPQBl3ubTg/s320/IMG_0507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282230801504288818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SU5A7ntcWII/AAAAAAAAAEc/pJu6Mk3xQIs/s1600-h/IMG_0512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SU5A7ntcWII/AAAAAAAAAEc/pJu6Mk3xQIs/s320/IMG_0512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282230805968214146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SU5A7vcXdZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/07b2K-ERRfU/s1600-h/IMG_0510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SU5A7vcXdZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/07b2K-ERRfU/s320/IMG_0510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282230808044074386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Book, video and the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SU4-J0qXDPI/AAAAAAAAAD8/LZd4MpZC8BI/s1600-h/IMG_0526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SU4-J0qXDPI/AAAAAAAAAD8/LZd4MpZC8BI/s320/IMG_0526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282227751428230386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really had fun watching the pictures and was soo amazed from what's inside the super hard bound photo album but we got pissed from the video! We can't finish it because it was too damaged and over used.! How crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWCsuKegH0I/AAAAAAAAAQM/rDwSWIhFmhM/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWCsuKegH0I/AAAAAAAAAQM/rDwSWIhFmhM/s200/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287415871619211074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-7877771954525050171?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/7877771954525050171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2008/12/at-last-its-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/7877771954525050171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/7877771954525050171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2008/12/at-last-its-here.html' title='At last  it&apos;s Here!'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SU482yhgz-I/AAAAAAAAADU/qn_ehXmaDUA/s72-c/IMG_0496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-5856327855024385610</id><published>2008-12-21T15:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:35:41.947+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xquisite'/><title type='text'>ReMemBrance</title><content type='html'>Since I don't have any idea what would be my topic for this day, then I would probably share some photos showing the stuff given to me by my friend who is miles away from here. I thought he'd forget about me yet 'someone' still remembers me and I'm happy for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SU30cJeOHMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/1ZSw6OKVduI/s1600-h/IMG_0470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SU30cJeOHMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/1ZSw6OKVduI/s320/IMG_0470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282146702391647426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SU308QqMqGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/WLtT20qCybQ/s1600-h/IMG_0471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SU308QqMqGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/WLtT20qCybQ/s320/IMG_0471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282147254076745826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A closer look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SU31TZOFy5I/AAAAAAAAADE/A7rYMeNs-yo/s1600-h/IMG_0473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SU31TZOFy5I/AAAAAAAAADE/A7rYMeNs-yo/s320/IMG_0473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282147651511765906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? it's actually for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SU31hgQ_h5I/AAAAAAAAADM/RK_0iZ2NccE/s1600-h/IMG_0472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SU31hgQ_h5I/AAAAAAAAADM/RK_0iZ2NccE/s320/IMG_0472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282147893921154962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWCtCAlCF_I/AAAAAAAAAQU/P03-9ciVJ-A/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWCtCAlCF_I/AAAAAAAAAQU/P03-9ciVJ-A/s200/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287416212559632370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-5856327855024385610?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/5856327855024385610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2008/12/remembrance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/5856327855024385610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/5856327855024385610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2008/12/remembrance.html' title='ReMemBrance'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SU30cJeOHMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/1ZSw6OKVduI/s72-c/IMG_0470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-8682011693052180780</id><published>2008-12-21T15:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:36:42.792+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>...I'm Aware...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wrote this entry 5 years ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While reading this recently, I felt my heart would burst out that I could barely remember things what really had happen before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It seems that I've been badly hurt in that time... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But no worries at this present time because I'm suppeeerrr happy in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and I'm happy that we're friends&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now, please enjoy reading this entry as I did so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the lines that go: “I’m aware…I’m in love but you don’t care?” Yep, you guessed it, my binding theme for this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I was quite hesitant to write about this because I feel quite strongly about the said lines. I didn’t want to trash it or do it such vile injustice. But I also thought a lot of people would more or less relate to this topic because I guess at some point they had once “loved” a person who seemed to be utterly clueless and oblivious to the his or her affection. The one-sided phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think you’ve fallen for someone, the only thing that seems to matter is for that person to approximately reciprocate the way you feel for him or her. You make that person like you. But sometimes that making-him-like-me process can be so excruciating! It’s always a load of mind games and the over-analysis of things. Especially if you’re like me who tends to shred everything into bits, every minute detail, nothing is spared. I view this so-called process as a challenge but sometimes, challenges aren’t so fun anymore when the goal is too out of sight and out of reach. It’s like quicksand. The more you struggle, the more you sink. It’s standing on shaky ground, or in this case, no ground at all. No one’s going to catch you. Maybe it’s only for the stalwart-hearted and the strong-willed soul.&lt;br /&gt;But in end, who enjoys pursuing someone who doesn’t seem to give a damn? Who enjoys being hurt all too often? We reach a point where self-love enters the picture. We could choose to continue but we know we shouldn’t. Maybe it’s time to realize that not everything goes the way we it to regardless of how persistent we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m in love w/ a person whom i knew for a long time but he doesn’t care. Maybe he does care. But not enough. Maybe he does find me wonderful and fun and nice. But not enough. And perhaps, he does like me. But not enough. It’s not enough for him to let down his guard, to take a step closer. And knowing with all that was said, that nothing is enough,  I  should find in that enough reason to slowly let go. That I do deserve someone better. With love along with all its stupidity and beauty, there comes a point where I realize I don’t want to listen to sad love songs, or watch drippy movies, or read schmaltzy stories, I  want the real thing not a mere reflection of it. So there, it’s time to stop. Stop not because I’m hurting, not because I’m sad, not because I’m scared.BUT because  I  LOVE. More.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWCtQKQDWpI/AAAAAAAAAQc/CczdeO6-0Ic/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWCtQKQDWpI/AAAAAAAAAQc/CczdeO6-0Ic/s200/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287416455674157714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-8682011693052180780?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/8682011693052180780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-aware.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/8682011693052180780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/8682011693052180780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-aware.html' title='...I&apos;m Aware...'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWCtQKQDWpI/AAAAAAAAAQc/CczdeO6-0Ic/s72-c/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-6113636030638821232</id><published>2008-12-20T00:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:37:26.769+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothing else'/><title type='text'>GiVe me Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5 years ago, I wrote something for someone in my journal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5 months ago, that 'someone' went miles away from here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5 days ago, that 'someone' gave me something which I thought he already forget about me,.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5 minutes earlier, my phone rang and I noticed it was an international call... we talked happily, like  we used &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;to and 'someone' said asked me if I miss him...Duh? ofcourse I do! we're friends ayt???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWCteK2ywxI/AAAAAAAAAQk/A128jBiZKGk/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWCteK2ywxI/AAAAAAAAAQk/A128jBiZKGk/s200/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287416696354816786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-6113636030638821232?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/6113636030638821232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2008/12/give-me-five.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/6113636030638821232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/6113636030638821232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2008/12/give-me-five.html' title='GiVe me Five'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWCteK2ywxI/AAAAAAAAAQk/A128jBiZKGk/s72-c/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-415114813933256508</id><published>2008-12-17T09:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:38:32.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothing else'/><title type='text'>WeBBy</title><content type='html'>3 days ago, papa and my kuya bought a new webcam so that our relatives abroad would see our (weird) ever-changing faces since we're growing and growing everyday. (Not to mention, one of my elder brother is growing big, fatter and fatter lol!)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really had fun watching and touching our new pc camera because it is shiny and so flexible! It's like a robot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUhdvxJwa-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/VMLDN_rsv2c/s1600-h/IMG_0479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUhdvxJwa-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/VMLDN_rsv2c/s320/IMG_0479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280573638321400802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? It starts to Bend its bOdy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUhd-WQZ-cI/AAAAAAAAABE/4vySdAHeoSQ/s1600-h/IMG_0480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUhd-WQZ-cI/AAAAAAAAABE/4vySdAHeoSQ/s320/IMG_0480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280573888799570370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, its facing me!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUheXb_enBI/AAAAAAAAABM/N6CfsSK-2gI/s1600-h/IMG_0482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUheXb_enBI/AAAAAAAAABM/N6CfsSK-2gI/s320/IMG_0482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280574319835913234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Going Doooown! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUhev_YtE7I/AAAAAAAAABU/3n4L6NNt2bQ/s1600-h/IMG_0485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUhev_YtE7I/AAAAAAAAABU/3n4L6NNt2bQ/s320/IMG_0485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280574741653820338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bowing its head...How cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUhfOJHs7II/AAAAAAAAABc/dcde3yhH3Tw/s1600-h/IMG_0483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUhfOJHs7II/AAAAAAAAABc/dcde3yhH3Tw/s320/IMG_0483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280575259662937218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the most awaited part is... tentenenten...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUhfYkaM-ZI/AAAAAAAAABk/C5Dk63EYdXg/s1600-h/IMG_0487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUhfYkaM-ZI/AAAAAAAAABk/C5Dk63EYdXg/s320/IMG_0487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280575438786984338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only lights in the day every time it's been touched and when night falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUhfmOxdiSI/AAAAAAAAABs/OWdrnbriIeE/s1600-h/IMG_0488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUhfmOxdiSI/AAAAAAAAABs/OWdrnbriIeE/s320/IMG_0488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280575673497127202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, meet my Pc CaMera named 'WeBBy'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWCtrw1S5wI/AAAAAAAAAQs/R8Es5BH3o8w/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWCtrw1S5wI/AAAAAAAAAQs/R8Es5BH3o8w/s200/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287416929887381250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-415114813933256508?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/415114813933256508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2008/12/webby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/415114813933256508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/415114813933256508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2008/12/webby.html' title='WeBBy'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUhdvxJwa-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/VMLDN_rsv2c/s72-c/IMG_0479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226222307279572741.post-5176561922566312236</id><published>2008-12-15T19:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:39:16.625+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>NeOphite</title><content type='html'>This is my very first time to have my own blog! At first, I really don't feel to try something like this because for me, it is only for the people who have lots of time to spend in front of the computer or rather a person who lacks social interaction with the people around them. But instead of thinking negative feedback to those people, I would try blogging just for myself. Who knows, years from now, my blog would be famous and would be accepting dollars and dollars in ads from companies all over the world eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWCt46Bvo4I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/WbzfGdR-L2Q/s1600-h/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 58px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWCt46Bvo4I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/WbzfGdR-L2Q/s200/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287417155693814658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226222307279572741-5176561922566312236?l=lifesapicnique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/feeds/5176561922566312236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2008/12/neophite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/5176561922566312236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226222307279572741/posts/default/5176561922566312236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesapicnique.blogspot.com/2008/12/neophite.html' title='NeOphite'/><author><name>yanix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735716268001804416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SUKQD2YRZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VS6vWPLKBKQ/S220/IMG_0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_IQvYzqyNo/SWCt46Bvo4I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/WbzfGdR-L2Q/s72-c/0498152DCD05661D226469C304410C18.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
