<?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-22373685</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:33:08.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Side Of Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541446250251129549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y219/IsabelF/Lips2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22373685.post-1521923357271394881</id><published>2007-08-05T05:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T05:18:33.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Say "Chiz"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SJA3py2ZECg/RrW_u307ciI/AAAAAAAAACo/_3R_TyX2cVk/s1600-h/chiz_escudero03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095189365420421666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SJA3py2ZECg/RrW_u307ciI/AAAAAAAAACo/_3R_TyX2cVk/s200/chiz_escudero03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Senator Francis "Chiz" Escudero poses with Times' girls after a roundtable with The Times' editors and reporters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22373685-1521923357271394881?l=elai16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/feeds/1521923357271394881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22373685&amp;postID=1521923357271394881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/1521923357271394881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/1521923357271394881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/2007/08/say-chiz.html' title='...Say &quot;Chiz&quot;'/><author><name>eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541446250251129549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y219/IsabelF/Lips2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SJA3py2ZECg/RrW_u307ciI/AAAAAAAAACo/_3R_TyX2cVk/s72-c/chiz_escudero03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22373685.post-7356763442908859531</id><published>2007-07-27T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T05:12:19.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Be A Better Partner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;How To Be A Better Partner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;by baw-waw de aLmasen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;If you have ever been in a relationship that failed, you most likely have sat down afterwards and wondered what went wrong. Sometimes it is easy to spot how much of it was their fault but it is not too easy to look at where you, personally, went wrong. Everybody wants to be the best at what they do, and being the best you can be for your partner is no exception. Listed below are 12 simple lessons that will help you to achieve that goal. Remember, if you want to be good to someone else, you also have to be good to yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;1.Be romantic. Whenever a relationship starts to fail, the lack of romance is one of the first indicators. It is very natural for people to get complacent and forget the fun things they used to do when they first got together. A relationship has to be constantly worked on and being romantic is an absolute must. If you would like some more information on how to bring the romance back in to your relationship, please take a look at some of the articles in the &lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lovingyou.com/romance101/tools/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;http://lovingyou.com/romance101/tools/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&gt; Romance Guide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;2.Never disparage yourself. Whenever you are disparaging yourself, you are basically saying that you are no good for your partner. If you don't believe that you are good enough for them, then you won't be. It's as simple as that. Don't sit around and beat yourself up over past mistakes, that will only prevent you from trying and succeeding at new things tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;3.Always be honest. There is not one single relationship that will succeed in the long run if built on a lie. Even if your partner never finds out the truth, the fact that you know you lied will affect your feelings for yourself and your partner. With that kind of a hindrance, the relationship will never reach it's full potential. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;4.Do not do things just to keep your partner happy. How many times have you done something for or to your partner that you really did not want to do, just to make them happy? How did it make you feel? Every time you compromise yourself in that way, a piece of your love for them dies. It is much better to explain to them that you don't feel good about certain things and work on an alternative together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;5.Do not ask your partner to do things you know they don't want to do. This is the reverse of the above lesson and fairly self-explanatory. If you know they really don't like doing something, and if that something is for you and of no benefit to them, then why ask them to do it unless you are being selfish or mean? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;6.Do not belittle your partner. Everyone makes mistakes in life and everyone works or catches on at different speeds. If you spend your time nagging at your partner or putting them down about every little thing they do wrong, then how can you expect them to do anything right? Do you want a life-partner or a puppy dog? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;7.Do not put off things you have promised to do. Trust is an important part of any relationship and it needs to be developed. If you say you are going to do something and don't, then how can your partner rely on you in the future? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;8.Always be there for your partner. Nothing is more important in your life than your partner. Friends come and go, as do children, but your partner is with you for the whole journey. If they are in trouble or need you, nothing else matters, other than to be there for them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;9.Communicate. Things change in a relationship almost on a daily basis. If you don't talk to your partner you could very easily wake up one day and find that you have drifted too far apart to bridge the gap. Related Article: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovingyou.com/articles/self/communication.shtml" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;http://www.lovingyou.com/articles/self/communication.shtml&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&gt; How To Communicate With Your Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;10.Do not commit adultery or other harmful acts against your relationship. This one is really self-explanatory. Nothing destroys a relationship faster than infidelity or wrong doings. Related Article: &lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovingyou.com/articles/self/ethics.shtml" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;http://www.lovingyou.com/articles/self/ethics.shtml&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&gt; Ethics In Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;11.Treat your partner with respect. It is extremely easy to take someone for granted and once you start to cross that line, it is very difficult to go back. Be careful not to treat your partner worse than you would treat your best friend. Related Article: &lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovingyou.com/articles/marriage/marriagemanners.shtml" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;http://www.lovingyou.com/articles/marriage/marriagemanners.shtml&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&gt; Marriage Manners &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;12.Be open and receptive to your partner's wants and wishes. It takes two people to have a relationship and when you shut one of them out because you are not open to their ideas and wishes then you really don't have a relationship at all. Always be open and receptive to what they say. Also, be open to new experiences and ideas, you never know what you might learn.&lt;br /&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/22373685-7356763442908859531?l=elai16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/feeds/7356763442908859531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22373685&amp;postID=7356763442908859531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/7356763442908859531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/7356763442908859531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-to-be-better-partner.html' title='How To Be A Better Partner'/><author><name>eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541446250251129549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y219/IsabelF/Lips2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22373685.post-9061165874491093767</id><published>2007-07-23T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T06:21:26.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sky-scraping Monday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;It was my first day of driving with a blue-colored Vios. Huh it was soooo terrific! As in first, first, first! I enrolled at the Socialites Driving Institution for 10 days driving last week and I’ve been waiting for this experience to come. Nakakatakot din pala kase syempre I sometimes took a ride with friends, riding a van when going home to Batangas and everyday of a jeepney ride. Ha ha! I told my instructor to please be “so kind with me,” gladly he did. “Don’t be nervous lady, relax! Nagka-kape ka ba?” that’s his way of comforting me kase natatakot talaga ko na baka I made a wrong move magbayad pa ko at baka magsunget sya…he he he! Thrice nga ko namatayan ng makina e ehehehe Pero nung second and last round ko along Lacson Avenue hmm medyo OK na ko. For today I only had one-hour drive test. And hoping tomorrow I’m totally relax!  Bukas ulit Elai! Si She daw ang una ko tuturuan wahaha hmm half the price na lang siguro ang charge ko sa kanya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22373685-9061165874491093767?l=elai16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/feeds/9061165874491093767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22373685&amp;postID=9061165874491093767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/9061165874491093767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/9061165874491093767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/2007/07/sky-scraping-monday-morning.html' title='Sky-scraping Monday 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src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SJA3py2ZECg/RqRafn07cfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/y_JIlSDyCgw/s200/laila2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ate Lans (standing), Ate Salie &amp;amp; Me..Posing while waiting for Kuya Eric at a plaza in Lawton : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22373685-5093695778833422981?l=elai16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/feeds/5093695778833422981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22373685&amp;postID=5093695778833422981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/5093695778833422981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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in the morning. And it brought a big smile on my face, I guess, until wee hours, till the time I lay down to bed. Thanks for the effort of visiting me She although it’s raining outside and I know you hate that season…It sooooo sweeeet, really!  And, of course, thanks for the “free meal.” At syempre sa kwento at bonding together. J At ang pinaka hindi ko makakalimutan about Shenok every time we’re together is when he asks me “kung may payong and hanky daw ba ako?” At dapat meron kase nagagalit sya saken. It should always be in my carry-all bag ha ha ha dahil kung hindi may buntal ako! Ehehehe “Kase &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;BABAE DAW AKO&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!” Ang sweet no?&lt;br /&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/22373685-2575913350351951051?l=elai16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/feeds/2575913350351951051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22373685&amp;postID=2575913350351951051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/2575913350351951051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/2575913350351951051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/2007/07/pretty-cool-day.html' title='A pretty cool day...'/><author><name>eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541446250251129549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y219/IsabelF/Lips2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22373685.post-6718613349601388380</id><published>2007-07-02T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T06:51:22.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Texting scenario</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I have this “loved txtmate” who gave me a great strategy of making someone stop (texting scenario applied here), especially when gibbering. That was last night (hhmmm________). Sadly I’m ranting, minsan kase inaatake talaga ako ehehe admitted naman ako dun, I can’t control my emotion. He said, “Sorry Elai ha kase la na ko battery e, patay na cell ko. Ginagamit kase ng sister ko charger.” Well, have no choice but to stop texting and because he’s using Chikka, how much naman the text worth when I reply back with that di ba, expensive? (&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;KURIPOT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!) kaya I’d rather sleep than make him kulet kase baka lalo magalit saken wahahaha… at mahal ang text dun….hehehe! Pero I tell you effective talaga sa akin kase mana ako sa kanya, &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;kuripot.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Kaya tumigil na ako. And besides, maybe that’s his way of telling me to shut up! I’m no psychologist but I think, at alam ko ang takbo ng utak ng yatot na yan! That’s his way of halting my pag-iinarte, a not-so-bad strategy of telling someone to stop, right? Great idea kase ala din ako load pang-reply sa chikka kaya tagumpay ang isang bata dyan :). (&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;PEACE THERE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22373685-6718613349601388380?l=elai16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/feeds/6718613349601388380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22373685&amp;postID=6718613349601388380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/6718613349601388380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/6718613349601388380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/2007/07/texting-scenario.html' title='Texting scenario'/><author><name>eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541446250251129549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y219/IsabelF/Lips2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22373685.post-918236299445051327</id><published>2007-06-28T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T06:23:07.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence can heal or hurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;COURTSHIP is a glorious time. It is a time of discovery. Discovering the beauty that is in you as seen in the eyes of the beloved. Discovery of someone who has become so special that you cannot believe your luck. It is a time when overwhelmingly good feelings are routine and you are convinced that it will remain so forever.&lt;br /&gt;It should come as no surprise, therefore, if couples rush off to the altar. Almost always, however, after the wedding there is a return to earth. Love still burns brightly, but the everyday stresses and the emerging issues and conflicts have a way of dissipating many of those intoxicating good feelings.&lt;br /&gt;The high level of communicating may drop a few notches. There may even be moments when the beloved sinks into silence and is unwilling to talk. When this happens, there is disappointment and perhaps even anger on the part of the partner.&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when faced with a loved one who retreats into his/her shell and refuses to come out?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it is best to do nothing, at least for a while. It might be better to allow the beloved to look into his heart and try to sort out his feelings and his thoughts. Deep silence can be a sign of confusion and inner conflict as well as sadness and anger. Many times the silent one cannot tell you what he is feeling because he is so upset or confused that he cannot get his thoughts organized enough to enunciate them to you.&lt;br /&gt;Emmy and I do this. When either of us goes into the silent mode, the other gives time and space. Time to introspect and enough space to show respect for the beloved.&lt;br /&gt;All of us have moments when we get lost in deep thinking. Some of this thinking can be very personal and private even if is not threatening to the relationship. For example, one might have some serious doubts about God but is unwilling to talk about them because he is still checking them out.&lt;br /&gt;If, however, in your judgment, your beloved has been given enough time, then you should make an approach and ask him what is troubling him. Your method of approaching him will make all the difference. If you are gentle and make the emotional environment safe, the chances of him opening up are high. If you are aggressive and already judgmental, then he might do one of two things. He might retreat even further into silence or he may choose to lie to you.&lt;br /&gt;Choosing the right time is also vital. Patience can make a big difference. Some partners cannot wait and drive a wedge deeper between themselves and their partners. If you choose the right time, your chances are much better.&lt;br /&gt;Choosing an intimate moment when there are few distractions and where you can focus on the matter at hand is important. It is truly amazing how effective you can be if only you carefully choose the right time and the right place to approach a silent partner.&lt;br /&gt;It is common knowledge that impenetrable silence is a killer of relationships. This is why it is essential that you find the ways and means to deal with silent partners if you are to keep your love vibrant and alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you have problems about drugs, alcohol and behavior/attitude call my office at 820-6107 or 825-1771 or e-mail me at &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:gvcbuenca@vasia.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gvcbuenca@vasia.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; or write me at P.O. Box 2099 MCPO, Makati City.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;[Column of Bob Aron, The Manila Times, June 29, 2007] &lt;a href="http://www.manilatimes.net/"&gt;http://www.manilatimes.net&lt;/a&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/22373685-918236299445051327?l=elai16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/feeds/918236299445051327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22373685&amp;postID=918236299445051327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/918236299445051327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/918236299445051327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/2007/06/silence-can-heal-or-hurt.html' title='Silence can heal or hurt'/><author><name>eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541446250251129549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y219/IsabelF/Lips2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22373685.post-4269463969335548913</id><published>2007-06-25T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T03:37:47.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;"Your friend and ally today could just as easily stab you in the back tomorrow. “&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tatarakan ka ng balaraw&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;” were the actual (certainly more colorful) words. So keep your backs to the wall and watch out for your enemies, but more for your friends"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Excerpted from former Senator Ernesto Herrera's column, Senate Briefing, The Manila Times, June 26, 2007] &lt;a href="http://www.manilatimes.net/"&gt;http://www.manilatimes.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22373685-4269463969335548913?l=elai16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/feeds/4269463969335548913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22373685&amp;postID=4269463969335548913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/4269463969335548913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/4269463969335548913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/2007/06/your-friend-and-ally-today-could-just.html' title=''/><author><name>eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541446250251129549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y219/IsabelF/Lips2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22373685.post-7675247801091359428</id><published>2007-06-25T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T03:38:48.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SJA3py2ZECg/Rn90Q-rvPWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wt0va3k4Ut0/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079906739750387042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SJA3py2ZECg/Rn90Q-rvPWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wt0va3k4Ut0/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;In times of trouble, you will know who your friends really are :) And I thank Ate Lans for that and, of course, si She! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.learnscience.net/Crying%20Girl.jpg" target="_top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.learnscience.net/Crying%20Girl.jpg" target="_top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22373685-7675247801091359428?l=elai16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/feeds/7675247801091359428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22373685&amp;postID=7675247801091359428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/7675247801091359428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/7675247801091359428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-times-of-trouble-you-will-know-who.html' title=''/><author><name>eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541446250251129549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y219/IsabelF/Lips2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SJA3py2ZECg/Rn90Q-rvPWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wt0va3k4Ut0/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22373685.post-108907681053518855</id><published>2007-05-30T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T22:34:15.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Traumatic experience :'(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Got back from a 4-day stay in a hospital where my mother got confined (at the Ust Hospital). She had her general checkup that makes her feel nervous the entire stay. She underwent cataract operation that lasts for less than an hour, letting me stay at the hospital chapel almost the whole procedure time. And thank God it was successful considering her doctor asked prayer for a healthy nerve on her eye. Her kidney is clear, heart, her body sugar is also okay, potassium as well as electrolytes are doing great.&lt;br /&gt;But the whole stay at the hospital really traumatized me and my ate when my inay’s blood pressure doesn’t turn up at the normal level—either high blood (240 over 200) or low blood (the figure doctor never informed us, as in low blood sya). That’s the time she experienced a pangingisay [cadaveric spasm]. Her eyes turned all white. The doctor said her blood all went down to her feet and had none on the upper body. Sobrang naiyak ako at ang ate ko kase akala ko ano na mangyayari and the thought na kami lang dalawa ang nagbabantay sa kanya. My ate rushed at the nurse station to call for help, gladly they were.&lt;br /&gt;I lost my tatay exactly 11 years this coming June 3 and I really cannot afford losing my inay kase sya na lang natitira sa amin. We considered her a great treasure talaga&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/22373685-108907681053518855?l=elai16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/feeds/108907681053518855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22373685&amp;postID=108907681053518855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/108907681053518855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/108907681053518855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/2007/05/traumatic-experience.html' title='Traumatic experience :&apos;('/><author><name>eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541446250251129549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y219/IsabelF/Lips2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22373685.post-5445761604578049727</id><published>2007-04-11T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T06:06:56.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;birthday ko na...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22373685-5445761604578049727?l=elai16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/feeds/5445761604578049727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22373685&amp;postID=5445761604578049727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/5445761604578049727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/5445761604578049727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/2007/04/birthday-ko-na.html' title=''/><author><name>eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541446250251129549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y219/IsabelF/Lips2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22373685.post-7252239725962943255</id><published>2007-04-07T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T05:27:10.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;3 days more to go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22373685-7252239725962943255?l=elai16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/feeds/7252239725962943255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22373685&amp;postID=7252239725962943255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/7252239725962943255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/7252239725962943255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/2007/04/3-days-more-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541446250251129549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y219/IsabelF/Lips2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22373685.post-2347828831327168856</id><published>2007-04-02T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T03:32:08.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my birthday countdown :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Nine days to go birthday ko na!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22373685-2347828831327168856?l=elai16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/feeds/2347828831327168856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22373685&amp;postID=2347828831327168856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/2347828831327168856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/2347828831327168856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-birthday-countdown.html' title='my birthday countdown :)'/><author><name>eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541446250251129549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y219/IsabelF/Lips2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22373685.post-4554166388428599353</id><published>2007-02-21T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T05:45:52.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Remember: Take care of the one you love.. if you don't..someone else will.. so sad no :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22373685-4554166388428599353?l=elai16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/feeds/4554166388428599353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22373685&amp;postID=4554166388428599353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/4554166388428599353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/4554166388428599353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/2007/02/remember-take-care-of-one-you-love.html' title=''/><author><name>eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541446250251129549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y219/IsabelF/Lips2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22373685.post-116999367070820239</id><published>2007-01-28T05:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T06:14:30.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>girls, this is for you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I was surfing the Net [i was so depressed that time :( ] then i finally ended up with this. I saw it in "Gleez" site if i remember it correctly! Tama ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;99 facts about guyz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1. Guys don't actually look after good-looking girls. they prefer neat and presentable girls.&lt;br /&gt;2. Guys hate flirts.&lt;br /&gt;3. A guy can like you for a minute, and then forget you afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;4. When a guy says he doesn't understand you, it simply means you're not thinking the way he is.&lt;br /&gt;5.  "Are you doing something?" or "Have you eaten already?" are the first usual questions a guy asks on the phone just to get out from stammering.&lt;br /&gt;6. Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about.&lt;br /&gt;7. When a guy really likes you, he'll disregard all your bad characteristics.&lt;br /&gt;8. Guys go crazy over a girl's smile.&lt;br /&gt;9. Guys will do anything just to get the girl's attention.&lt;br /&gt;10. Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;11. When guys want to meet your parents. Let them. .......dont think so&lt;br /&gt;12. Guys want to tell you many things but they can't. And they have one habit to gain courage and spirit to tell you many things and it is drinking! but do not generalise&lt;br /&gt;13. Guys cry!!!&lt;br /&gt;14. Don't provoke the guy to heat up. Believe me. He will.&lt;br /&gt;15. Guys can never dream and hope too much.&lt;br /&gt;16. Guys usually try hard to get the girl who has dumped them, and this makes it harder for them to accept their defeat.&lt;br /&gt;17. When you touch a guy's heart, there's no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;18. Giving a guy a hanging message like "You know what?!..uh...never mind!" would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;19. Guys go crazy when girls touch their hands......yeh rite - watever.&lt;br /&gt;20. Guys are good flatterers when courting but they usually stammer when they talk to a girl they really like.&lt;br /&gt;21. When a guy makes a prolonged "umm" or makes any excuses when you're asking him to do you a favor, he's actually saying that he doesn't like you and he can't lay down the card for you.&lt;br /&gt;22. When a girl says "no", a guy hears it as "try again tomorrow". ......so true.&lt;br /&gt;23 You have to tell a guy what you really want before he gets the message clearly.&lt;br /&gt;24. Guys hate gays!&lt;br /&gt;25. Guys love their moms.&lt;br /&gt;26. A guy would sacrifice his money for lunch just to get you a couple of roses.&lt;br /&gt;27. A guy often thinks about the girl who likes him. But this doesn't mean that the guy likes her.&lt;br /&gt;28. You can never understand him unless you listen to him.&lt;br /&gt;29. If a guy tells you he loves you once in a lifetime. He does.&lt;br /&gt;30. Beware. Guys can make gossips scatter through half of the face of the earth faster than girls can.&lt;br /&gt;31. Like Eve, girls are guys’ weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;32. Guys are very open about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;33. It's good to test a guy first before you believe him. But don't let him wait that long.&lt;br /&gt;34. No guy is bad when he is courting&lt;br /&gt;35. Guys hate it when their clothes get dirty. Even a small dot.&lt;br /&gt;36. Guys really admire girls that they like even if they're not that much pretty.&lt;br /&gt;37. Your best friend, whom your boyfriend seeks help from about his problems with you may end up being admired by your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;38. If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don't need to give advice.......very true.&lt;br /&gt;39. A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.&lt;br /&gt;40. A guy finds ways to keep you off from linking with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;41. Guys love girls with brains more than girls in miniskirts. ........sumtimes.&lt;br /&gt;42. Guys try to find the stuffed toy a girl wants but would unluckily get the wrong one.&lt;br /&gt;43. Guys virtually brag about anything.&lt;br /&gt;44. Guys cannot keep secrets that girls tell them.&lt;br /&gt;45. Guys think too much.&lt;br /&gt;46. Guys' fantasies are unlimited.&lt;br /&gt;47. Girls' height doesn't really matter to a guy but her weight does!......very true.&lt;br /&gt;48. Guys tend to get serious with their relationship and become too possessive. So watch out girls!!!&lt;br /&gt;49. When a girl makes the boy suffer during courtship, it would be hard for him to let go of that girl.&lt;br /&gt;50. It's not easy for a guy to let go of his girlfriend after they broke up especially when they've been together for 3 years or more.&lt;br /&gt;51. You have to tell a guy what you really want before getting involved with that guy.&lt;br /&gt;52. A guy has to experience rejection, because if he's too-good-never-been-busted, never been in love and hurt, he won't be matured and grow up.&lt;br /&gt;53. When an unlikable circumstance comes, guys blame themselves a lot more than girls do. They could even hurt themselves physically.&lt;br /&gt;54. Guys have strong passion to change but have weak will power.&lt;br /&gt;55. Guys are tigers in their peer groups but become tamed P**** with their girlfriends.....sumtimes depends wen they want sumat.&lt;br /&gt;56. When a guy pretends to be calm, check if he's sweating. You'll probably see that he is nervous.&lt;br /&gt;57. When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl. He really is.&lt;br /&gt;58. When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying, "Please come and listen to me"......sumtimes.&lt;br /&gt;59. Guys don't really have final decisions.&lt;br /&gt;60. When a guy loves you, bring out the best in him.&lt;br /&gt;61. If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him....very important.&lt;br /&gt;62. If a guy has been kept shut or silent, say something.&lt;br /&gt;63. Guys believe that there's no such thing as love at first sight, but court the girls anyway and then realize at the end that he is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;64. Guys like femininity not feebleness.&lt;br /&gt;65. Guys don't like girls who punch harder than they do.&lt;br /&gt;66. A guy may instantly know if the girl likes him but can never be sure unless the girl tells him.&lt;br /&gt;67. A guy would waste his time over video games and football, the way a girl would do over her romance novels and make-ups.&lt;br /&gt;68. Guys love girls who can cook or bake. ....they love u regardless.&lt;br /&gt;69. Guys like girls who are like their moms. No kidding!......true but only wen the guys are ready 2be settled down.&lt;br /&gt;70. A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes.&lt;br /&gt;71. A guy's friend knows everything about him. Use this to your advantage.&lt;br /&gt;72. Don't be a snob. Guys may easily give up on the first sign of rejection.&lt;br /&gt;73. Don't be biased. Try loving a guy without prejudice and you'll be surprised.&lt;br /&gt;74. Girls who bathe in their eau de perfumes do more repelling than attracting guys.&lt;br /&gt;75. Guys are more talkative than girls are especially when the topic is about girls.&lt;br /&gt;76. Guys don't comprehend the statement "Get lost" too well.&lt;br /&gt;77. Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions but still love them more.&lt;br /&gt;78. When a guy gives a crooked or pretentious grin at your jokes, he finds them offending and he just tried to be polite.&lt;br /&gt;79. Guys don't care about how shiny their shoes are unlike girls.&lt;br /&gt;80. Guys tend to generalize about girls but once they get to know them, they'll realize they're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;81. Any guy can handle his problems all by his own. He's just too stubborn to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;82. Guys find it so objectionable when a girl swears.&lt;br /&gt;83. Guys' weakest point is at the knee.&lt;br /&gt;84. When a problem arises, a guy usually keeps himself cool but is already thinking of a way out.&lt;br /&gt;85. When a guy is conscious of his looks, it shows he is not good at fixing things.&lt;br /&gt;86. When a guy looks at you, either he's amazed by you or he's criticizing you.&lt;br /&gt;87. When you catch him cheating on you and he asks for a second chance, give it to him. But when you catch him again and he asks for another chance, ignore him.&lt;br /&gt;88. If a guy lets you go, he really loves you.&lt;br /&gt;89. If you have a boyfriend, and your boy best friend always glances at you and it obviously shows that he is jealous whenever you're with your boyfriend, all I can say is your boy best friend loves you more than your boyfriend does.&lt;br /&gt;90. Guys learn from experience not from the romance books that girls read and take as their basis of experience.&lt;br /&gt;91. You can tell if a guy is really hurt or in pain when he cries in front of you!&lt;br /&gt;92. If a guy suddenly asks you for a date, ask him first why.&lt;br /&gt;93. When a guy says he can't sleep if he doesn't hear your voice even just for one night, hang up. He also tells that to another girl. He only flatters you and sometimes makes fun of you.&lt;br /&gt;94. You can truly say that a guy has good intentions if you see him praying sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;95. Guys seek for advice not from a guy but from a girl.&lt;br /&gt;96. Girls are allowed to touch boys' things. Not their hair!&lt;br /&gt;97. If a guy says you're beautiful, that guy likes you.&lt;br /&gt;98. Guys hate girls who overreact. ......sumtimes.&lt;br /&gt;99. Guys love you more than you love them IF they are serious in your relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22373685-116999367070820239?l=elai16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/feeds/116999367070820239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22373685&amp;postID=116999367070820239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/116999367070820239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/116999367070820239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/2007/01/girls-this-is-for-you_28.html' title='girls, this is for you!'/><author><name>eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541446250251129549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y219/IsabelF/Lips2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22373685.post-116901237579860302</id><published>2007-01-16T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T21:39:35.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2173/2275/1600/495099/Jx4h5117.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2173/2275/320/792928/Jx4h5117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonding with them once again wahahaha :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22373685-116901237579860302?l=elai16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/feeds/116901237579860302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22373685&amp;postID=116901237579860302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/116901237579860302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/116901237579860302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/2007/01/bonding-with-them-once-again-wahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541446250251129549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y219/IsabelF/Lips2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22373685.post-116901166923723223</id><published>2007-01-16T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T21:27:49.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2173/2275/1600/192586/Jx4h5109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2173/2275/320/700908/Jx4h5109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sir Jimbo [the only guy and the healthy one, hahaha, peace Sir Jim :)], Ate Salie, Me, Ate Lans, [seated at the middle) Ate Tere and Ate Gie  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22373685-116901166923723223?l=elai16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/feeds/116901166923723223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22373685&amp;postID=116901166923723223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/116901166923723223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/116901166923723223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/2007/01/sir-jimbo-only-guy-and-healthy-one.html' title=''/><author><name>eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541446250251129549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y219/IsabelF/Lips2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22373685.post-116884062181865634</id><published>2007-01-14T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T22:14:55.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2173/2275/1600/915285/Cutesmile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2173/2275/320/108391/Cutesmile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me and my cute smile daw ;) says Ate Salie (My college friend whom I still with until now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22373685-116884062181865634?l=elai16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/feeds/116884062181865634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22373685&amp;postID=116884062181865634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/116884062181865634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/116884062181865634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/2007/01/me-and-my-cute-smile-daw-says-ate.html' title=''/><author><name>eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541446250251129549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y219/IsabelF/Lips2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22373685.post-116851751552635224</id><published>2007-01-11T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T22:13:42.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2173/2275/1600/621174/Xmas04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2173/2275/320/540201/Xmas04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;December 2004 company party: (From left: Papa Harold, Alan Zoilo (partly hidden), Ate Lans (in an earthly-colored turtle neck long sleeve), at si She (yung skinny guy with his most-timorous grin, hehehe), Ate Salie (my college friend), Ate Maine (partly hidden in sleeveless top) Ate Mara and syempre ako, yung smallest of them all :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22373685-116851751552635224?l=elai16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/feeds/116851751552635224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22373685&amp;postID=116851751552635224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/116851751552635224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/116851751552635224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/2007/01/december-2004-company-party-from-left.html' title=''/><author><name>eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541446250251129549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y219/IsabelF/Lips2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22373685.post-116851738442768184</id><published>2007-01-11T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T04:09:44.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2173/2275/1600/627579/xmas%20party05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2173/2275/320/733274/xmas%20party05.jpg" 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/22373685-116851738442768184?l=elai16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/feeds/116851738442768184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22373685&amp;postID=116851738442768184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/116851738442768184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/116851738442768184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541446250251129549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y219/IsabelF/Lips2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22373685.post-116851676522864691</id><published>2007-01-11T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T03:59:25.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2173/2275/1600/277839/IMG_0158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2173/2275/320/611720/IMG_0158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama Abu banging… hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22373685-116851676522864691?l=elai16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/feeds/116851676522864691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22373685&amp;postID=116851676522864691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/116851676522864691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/116851676522864691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/2007/01/mama-abu-banging-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541446250251129549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y219/IsabelF/Lips2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22373685.post-116851646946599612</id><published>2007-01-11T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T03:54:29.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2173/2275/1600/116443/IMG_0155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2173/2275/320/320038/IMG_0155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teasing with "Hot Mama Abu" during our 2005 Christmas Party&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22373685-116851646946599612?l=elai16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/feeds/116851646946599612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22373685&amp;postID=116851646946599612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/116851646946599612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/116851646946599612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/2007/01/teasing-with-hot-mama-abu-during-our.html' title=''/><author><name>eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541446250251129549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y219/IsabelF/Lips2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22373685.post-115926198776266400</id><published>2006-09-26T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T02:13:07.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Let's stop and talk awhile...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22373685-115926198776266400?l=elai16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/feeds/115926198776266400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22373685&amp;postID=115926198776266400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/115926198776266400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/115926198776266400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/2006/09/lets-stop-and-talk-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541446250251129549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y219/IsabelF/Lips2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22373685.post-115752815071062039</id><published>2006-09-06T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T00:38:32.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you stabber</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I was thinking why do we have to consider those people around us. For a week or so I feel living in a crammed-full room. Or what I might say… better move out? Parang I have to sacrifice something just to please everybody. Pacifist kase siguro ako? Hehe&lt;br /&gt;Hmm naiinis kase ko sa roommate ko and maybe hmm all of my housemates kase as if naman they are perfect. Why do act as if you did no wrong? Why being synthetic to a friend? A backstabber really the right word should I say? Those persons who mock behind your back? Wtf they are doing? I’d rather choose to be alone than living with them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22373685-115752815071062039?l=elai16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/feeds/115752815071062039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22373685&amp;postID=115752815071062039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/115752815071062039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/115752815071062039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-stabber.html' title='you stabber'/><author><name>eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541446250251129549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y219/IsabelF/Lips2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22373685.post-115529902179922307</id><published>2006-08-11T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T00:28:21.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"boiling" assh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;No updates for a month. I don’t think anything worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from a two-day SL hmm sounds terrible but yes, this month could be a bad one. I’m kinda suffering from “boil” funny but telling you once you have it, you curse it! You suppurate at the same time shout hmp lalo na pag nasanggi hehehe…masakit sya, promise! “The woman with a boil,” that’s how they call me when I got back for work lalo na yung photo editor namin, si Sir Albert, palagi nya kase ko kinukulet e. He kept on thumping my both legs to hear me screech, and all this and all that… nakakapikon nga minsan kase alam ng buong Times hahahah. Pero that’s fine.&lt;br /&gt;But on the lighter side, last August 5, Me and She went out for a movie. We really have fun. Tawa kami ng tawa kase makulet sya, grabe! We walked along Ortigas, wala lang, trip lang. And the best out of it was… he gave a gift, a precious gift… I loved it, really! Thanks anyway “semi-masculine!”&lt;br /&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/22373685-115529902179922307?l=elai16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/feeds/115529902179922307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22373685&amp;postID=115529902179922307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/115529902179922307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/115529902179922307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/2006/08/boiling-assh.html' title='&quot;boiling&quot; assh'/><author><name>eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541446250251129549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y219/IsabelF/Lips2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22373685.post-115123115028993676</id><published>2006-06-25T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T03:25:50.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Rainbow"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Last night I asked God, “Why does He have to create pain and hurt? Why not all laughter and cheers? Why do we have to cry? Why not all smile painted in our face?”&lt;br /&gt;He got my hand and said, “My child you don’t have time to thank me when you’re happy, sometimes I let you experience pain for you to recognize me . . . remember through pains I’m, making you a fighter, the more you hurt the stronger you become…”&lt;br /&gt;I smiled then God added, “. . . always remember that whatever happens everything has a purpose. I always give a rainbow after the rain.”&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/22373685-115123115028993676?l=elai16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/feeds/115123115028993676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22373685&amp;postID=115123115028993676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/115123115028993676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/115123115028993676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/2006/06/rainbow.html' title='&quot;Rainbow&quot;'/><author><name>eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541446250251129549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y219/IsabelF/Lips2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22373685.post-114899790858210078</id><published>2006-05-30T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T07:05:08.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ate Ghie (our boss), Ate Lans, Me &amp; Kuya Dex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/2275/1600/pix17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/2275/320/pix17.jpg" 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/22373685-114899790858210078?l=elai16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/feeds/114899790858210078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22373685&amp;postID=114899790858210078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/114899790858210078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/114899790858210078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/2006/05/ate-ghie-our-boss-ate-lans-me-kuya-dex.html' title=''/><author><name>eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541446250251129549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y219/IsabelF/Lips2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22373685.post-114899759973464519</id><published>2006-05-30T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T06:59:59.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/2275/1600/lifeguard.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/2275/320/lifeguard.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Eto si Superman (Man of Steel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22373685-114899759973464519?l=elai16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/feeds/114899759973464519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22373685&amp;postID=114899759973464519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/114899759973464519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/114899759973464519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/2006/05/eto-si-superman-man-of-steel_30.html' title=''/><author><name>eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541446250251129549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y219/IsabelF/Lips2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22373685.post-114899709983928318</id><published>2006-05-30T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T06:51:39.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/2275/1600/pix18.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/2275/320/pix18.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooppss...not what you think guys we're not with Buddah! that's Kuya Pete he's so malusog no? On the other side is my Ate Lans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22373685-114899709983928318?l=elai16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/feeds/114899709983928318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22373685&amp;postID=114899709983928318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/114899709983928318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/114899709983928318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/2006/05/ooppss.html' title=''/><author><name>eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541446250251129549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y219/IsabelF/Lips2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22373685.post-114899639258474039</id><published>2006-05-30T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T03:38:33.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling genius...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/2275/1600/pix5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/2275/320/pix5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Kuya Perry, Kuya Mar, Kuya Dex and I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22373685-114899639258474039?l=elai16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/feeds/114899639258474039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22373685&amp;postID=114899639258474039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/114899639258474039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/114899639258474039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/2006/05/feeling-genius.html' title='Feeling genius...'/><author><name>eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541446250251129549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y219/IsabelF/Lips2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22373685.post-114899609418351185</id><published>2006-05-30T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T03:36:27.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot summer fun photos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(from left) Kuya Perry, Kuya Mar, Kuya Dex, Anget (me), Ate lans, Kuya Benj, Francis (ate Salie's bf), Ate Salie (partly hidden) &amp; Kuya Mulong ang kulet namin no? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/2275/1600/pix4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/2275/320/pix4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22373685-114899609418351185?l=elai16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/feeds/114899609418351185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22373685&amp;postID=114899609418351185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/114899609418351185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/114899609418351185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/2006/05/hot-summer-fun-photos.html' title='Hot summer fun photos...'/><author><name>eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541446250251129549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y219/IsabelF/Lips2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22373685.post-114761409902838965</id><published>2006-05-14T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T06:41:39.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>isn't it cute?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/2275/1600/ShowLetter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/2275/320/ShowLetter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing still child . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22373685-114761409902838965?l=elai16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/feeds/114761409902838965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22373685&amp;postID=114761409902838965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/114761409902838965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/114761409902838965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/2006/05/isnt-it-cute.html' title='isn&apos;t it cute?'/><author><name>eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541446250251129549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y219/IsabelF/Lips2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22373685.post-114761132987443232</id><published>2006-05-14T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T23:33:58.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>miss you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I miss my Ate Angel a lot. She’s been working overseas for five years now and no talks (as in serious talks) since then. If only I can make it to be with them (together with my niece) tomorrow, I will, surely I will!&lt;br /&gt;Marami akong gustong gawin, syempre para sa family ko, most especially para sa nanay ko, kase sya na lang yung natitira sa’min. I lost my tatay 10 years ago (this coming June 3), so gusto ko sana kung hindi man naranasan ng tatay ko what we have right now, kahit si inay man lang and more than that pa sana para sa kanya...Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna go abroad, for a greener pasture syempre. Parang ayoko na muna isipin yung sarili ko this time. Sayang kase yung pinag-paaral ng nanay ko sa’kin kung di ko din naman sya matutulungan di ba?&lt;br /&gt;Sana nga matupad ko lahat ng dreams ko for my family, magawa ko sana din lahat ng gusto ko, pag nangyari yon, siguro masaya na ko… Sigh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22373685-114761132987443232?l=elai16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/feeds/114761132987443232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22373685&amp;postID=114761132987443232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/114761132987443232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/114761132987443232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/2006/05/miss-you.html' title='miss you...'/><author><name>eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541446250251129549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y219/IsabelF/Lips2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22373685.post-114743781417867007</id><published>2006-05-12T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T05:46:13.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stormy, sleepless night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Damn sleepless night makes me feel something uneasy. A bit worry my roommate, I might wake up for the uncomfortable move I had, doesn’t make sense (they are tulog-mantika, both snoring like swine, as in big swine!!! Hahaha, me bad gurl). Decided to stay out in the room, watched rain falling, looked at the dark-lonely sky (Typhoon Caloy is visiting, anyway, the first tropical storm to visit our country), and many other ridiculous things playing around never help find my sleep. Sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, just want to share this:&lt;br /&gt;A lot of us have built dreams with people we hoped with be with us forever. Only to wake up in the world of reality that nothing’s permanent in this world. Love comes and goes, people stay and leave. Life is a cycle. Of finding and losing, of making and breaking, of living and dying. That’s how reality bites…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22373685-114743781417867007?l=elai16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/feeds/114743781417867007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22373685&amp;postID=114743781417867007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/114743781417867007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/114743781417867007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/2006/05/stormy-sleepless-night.html' title='stormy, sleepless night'/><author><name>eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541446250251129549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y219/IsabelF/Lips2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22373685.post-114715893099594775</id><published>2006-05-09T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T00:20:08.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Show it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;One thing I learned: Feelings are made to be expressed, it is not meant to be helpless nor kept…&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be a loser without fight, never make regrets for yourself suffer, because you know what?&lt;br /&gt;In silence it hurts more…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22373685-114715893099594775?l=elai16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/feeds/114715893099594775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22373685&amp;postID=114715893099594775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/114715893099594775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/114715893099594775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/2006/05/show-it.html' title='Show it'/><author><name>eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541446250251129549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y219/IsabelF/Lips2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22373685.post-114698456935307027</id><published>2006-05-06T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T00:22:31.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“You’ll Never Really Know Me Until You Know What Turns Me On”</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Love changed me the way I think, the way I act, the way I decide. Sometimes I even go against my principle &amp;amp; beliefs in life.&lt;br /&gt;Loving doesn’t mean I’ll be happy always. Sometimes all it provides me is pain and misery. Yet I was blinded by strong emotions that I failed to see reality…&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes letting go is the answer. It hurts like hell but I will soon realize that its better to see the person I love to be happy with someone else than lonely with me. :’(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22373685-114698456935307027?l=elai16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/feeds/114698456935307027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22373685&amp;postID=114698456935307027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/114698456935307027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/114698456935307027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/2006/05/youll-never-really-know-me-until-you.html' title='“You’ll Never Really Know Me Until You Know What Turns Me On”'/><author><name>eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541446250251129549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y219/IsabelF/Lips2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22373685.post-114251234891006728</id><published>2006-03-16T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T00:23:36.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Light moment with a friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I was with a friend early this morning, went to NSO to get her authenticated marriage contract (hmmm how we wished?)… rather…birth certificate pala! Ehehe&lt;br /&gt;She was an interesting talker. It was months ago, or a year, I guess, since we chat that long. We enjoyed giving out our stuffs. A laughter we haven’t heard for such time.&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatuwa pala kase we have something in common (a dream for our family).&lt;br /&gt;As we chat and chat and chat, it brought us syempre sa love story of our own. Baka daw kase tumanda kaming dalaga! Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;And it goes like this, “Anget, [that’s how she calls me. Pero it doesn’t mean na panget talaga ko…kapal noh? hahaha] baka tumanda tayo dalaga ah… When we reached age 32 [too old ba?] naku, matakot na tayo, malamang di na tayo magkaka-asawa nun!” We both laughed loud. Ang kulet nga eh, I really missed it.&lt;br /&gt;When that time comes daw na we become “old made” kelangan daw we are both financially stable, meron na kaming savings for ourselves, kase baka daw wala mag-alaga samin! Poor Old Made! Ehehe… cool noh? Pero sana naman wag kami tumandang dalaga! Huhuhuh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22373685-114251234891006728?l=elai16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/feeds/114251234891006728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22373685&amp;postID=114251234891006728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/114251234891006728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/114251234891006728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/2006/03/light-moment-with-friend.html' title='Light moment with a friend'/><author><name>eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541446250251129549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y219/IsabelF/Lips2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22373685.post-114223729229119288</id><published>2006-03-13T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T00:24:38.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days after the rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Rains are like problems it keeps coming back…&lt;br /&gt;Its been two weeks and I still feel helpless. Waking up every morning with unchanged routine really sucks. I hate going to work, there’s someone I don’t want to see.&lt;br /&gt;He tells me something that keeps on coming back. Hoping those words will inspire me. It makes me cry…I felt so down, depressing talaga! It kills me, especially when he’s around. I hate doing all these things, if only I can make in a blindfold… I will! Just letting myself laugh kasi kailangan. And not to let it shows.&lt;br /&gt;I know not all might understand me kaya nga just keep it on my shoe but it couldn’t help. It causes my sleepless nights.&lt;br /&gt;Sana nga there’s someone out there who could understands me. Who I can tell all my stuffs. I’m tired of being sentimental, tired of letting myself ruined by all the stupid things I have in mind. I know I must go on… but not in here…not with the same persons I am with right now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22373685-114223729229119288?l=elai16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/feeds/114223729229119288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22373685&amp;postID=114223729229119288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/114223729229119288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/114223729229119288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/2006/03/days-after-rain.html' title='Days after the rain'/><author><name>eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541446250251129549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y219/IsabelF/Lips2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22373685.post-114197575771267536</id><published>2006-03-09T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T00:26:49.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;"Sometimes you just cant take things back to the way they used to be no matter how you try...regardless of how sorry you are... because in life there are no rewinds, only plays...so play it right!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22373685-114197575771267536?l=elai16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/feeds/114197575771267536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22373685&amp;postID=114197575771267536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/114197575771267536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/114197575771267536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/2006/03/life.html' title='life.....'/><author><name>eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541446250251129549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y219/IsabelF/Lips2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22373685.post-114076898857250193</id><published>2006-02-24T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T00:28:25.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“Caligynephobia”</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Truly, I don’t know why you guys have to feel this way. Buti na lang I’m hooked on a non-pretty girls out there! Ehehe… Hey boy! Cynical…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22373685-114076898857250193?l=elai16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/feeds/114076898857250193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22373685&amp;postID=114076898857250193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/114076898857250193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/114076898857250193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/2006/02/caligynephobia.html' title='“Caligynephobia”'/><author><name>eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541446250251129549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y219/IsabelF/Lips2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22373685.post-114069999527591890</id><published>2006-02-23T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T00:29:08.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“The Importance of Being Idle”</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I’ve known someone who uses this online status “the importance of being idle!” Hmmm who’s this kaya? I know, somehow, I can make him laugh? (Hope so!) He’s so makulet. He really makes me laugh even with diminutive things. Pero I tell you guys, it helps! Di ba (____)? Hahah…&lt;br /&gt;But speaking of being idle, I have a lot of idle moments today :) No empty chairs ... ahaha&lt;br /&gt;A relaxing day for all of us (maybe). Thanks God :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22373685-114069999527591890?l=elai16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/feeds/114069999527591890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22373685&amp;postID=114069999527591890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/114069999527591890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/114069999527591890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/2006/02/importance-of-being-idle.html' title='“The Importance of Being Idle”'/><author><name>eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541446250251129549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y219/IsabelF/Lips2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22373685.post-114067378552204689</id><published>2006-02-22T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T00:29:57.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“Pasensya Na” ( A Late-Posted Story)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sunday night was a great one! I enjoyed my 11-hour sleep with the passion of seeing “My Payatot” the same morning! Fabulous… Monday is supposed to be a “beautiful” day, a brand-new week ahead of us, so let’s begin it “With a Smile” (Hmmm sounds ERASERHEADS, from head to text, isn’t it?) But this Monday seemed to be another “remarkable” day . . . A lot of works have been done. Although it’s a daily task, this could have been an exhausting one. Let me tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;Its been past 4 p.m. when I noticed that one of my co-department’s sit still unoccupied. Although it’s a usual thing that she came office late, it was noticeable, noting we heard nothing from her. The day later, she sent a text message saying she won’t come anymore! Gosh! No reaction at all… no talk… Expect the unexpected! I have 3-news page and 2- Op-Ed page. Deadly!&lt;br /&gt;Another day goes by. It’s Tuesday by the way, her sit still empty … an ofcm8 says, “Maybe she’s not coming again.” Then suddenly a txt msg received… Oh God! She’s not going to work again, she has a problem… “Hmm ‘Pasensya Na’ daw!” OK fine!&lt;br /&gt;Another venomous day!&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, thanks God for the strength….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22373685-114067378552204689?l=elai16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/feeds/114067378552204689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22373685&amp;postID=114067378552204689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/114067378552204689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/114067378552204689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/2006/02/pasensya-na-late-posted-story.html' title='“Pasensya Na” ( A Late-Posted Story)'/><author><name>eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541446250251129549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y219/IsabelF/Lips2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22373685.post-114008298408088309</id><published>2006-02-16T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T00:30:37.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Payday catastrophe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yehey! It’s payday! But does it make sense? Hmm for the sake of handling it (the fruit of the fifteen-day effort) maybe… Imagined if you were a would-be mom or on-the-way-to-a-family scenario or with family already? Oh my God it’s hard pala to be on that position kase you have a lot of things to consider and to sacrifice. It was then that I realized why moms keep on asking, “If you were on my shoe, what will you do [to have a good or a tight budget ahead]?” Ganon din pala ang maging ate! hahah... What comes into your mind gals and guys? “&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Better an old made&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?”&lt;br /&gt;A payday that nothings left out! Disgusting!&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/22373685-114008298408088309?l=elai16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/feeds/114008298408088309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22373685&amp;postID=114008298408088309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/114008298408088309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/114008298408088309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/2006/02/payday-catastrophe.html' title='Payday catastrophe'/><author><name>eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541446250251129549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y219/IsabelF/Lips2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22373685.post-113981840872800739</id><published>2006-02-12T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T00:31:15.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It was&lt;/span&gt; Sherwin who makes me inspired to come up with this blog (YES! I made it!). I&lt;br /&gt;was surprised knowing he is a blogger now (telling everything about his inner self? it really shocks me . . . ehehe).&lt;br /&gt;I know him for such a timid one, a busy guy that every minute counts. A “bedroom boy,”… Opss… not like what you think guys! : ) He really loves to sleep (like a baby) that’s why I came up with that idea of calling him “bedroom boy.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22373685-113981840872800739?l=elai16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/feeds/113981840872800739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22373685&amp;postID=113981840872800739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/113981840872800739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22373685/posts/default/113981840872800739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elai16.blogspot.com/2006/02/surprise.html' title='a surprise'/><author><name>eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541446250251129549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y219/IsabelF/Lips2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
